I guess some backstory is appropriate. Well, for starters, my name is Ethan Clark. When this whole thing started, I was a 17 year old highschool senior. Technically, I suppose, it all started a whole lot earlier, but that's when all of the action picked up for me. I had moved in with my grandmother (whom I called "Grams") when I was 11, after something happened to my parents. Grams never told me what happened, just that there was an accident. It took me a while, but I eventually accepted it and moved on.

I was an attractive kid. I mean, I wasn't some drop-dead gorgeous pinup boy or anything, but I was cute. I ran track and played the other odd sport or two, so I was basically in shape. I stood about 6' even, 185 pounds. My hair is a really dark shade of blonde and I have very dark brown eyes. The girls weren't exactly all over me, but there were always one or two who I'd catch checking me out. Not that I was interested or anything, of course.

That's one of my bigger secrets. Not the biggest, but one of them. I'm gay. There really wasn't a whole lot of soul-searching when I discovered that I was. I realized "hey, I like guys," and that was pretty much the end of it. Of course, being in the locker room was awkward for me for the next few weeks, but I got over that, too. When I told Grams, she just nodded and smiled. She had already figured it out, of course. Just as long as I wasn't whoring around in a public-transit bathroom, she was fine.

My other secret was one that had to be explained to me by Grams. I didn't really understand it, and wouldn't for a while, but it turned out to be one of my biggest blessings. There's no real way to say this without sounding stupid at first, so here goes: I can manipulate and ultimately change matter with a thought. It's more complex than that, but that's the simplest way to explain it. Grams told me it was a product of evolution and that she could do the same thing. She never explained whether Dad could; I just assumed yes.

Still, even among people who could do the same things, I was different. We didn't find that out until I was 14 years old, though. It was two years after I discovered my powers. Some guy came to the door with Isis, my dog, in his arms. He had hit her and she was almost dead. He offered to take her to the vet for us, but Grams just asked him to go. I took her and laid her down on the floor, then started concentrating. Grams started to say something, but got quiet when she noticed that Isis was being healed. All of the blood was gone from her fur and there wasn't an open wound anywhere on her body. She lay there on the floor for a few more minutes, then stood up. She jumped up, put her paws on my chest, and started licking my face.

Later that afternoon, Grams had me sit down with her. She explained that most of "our people" couldn't do anything to living tissue and that I was different. She didn't know why I could, but she was glad for me. It was great for me, too; I could push myself when I played or ran, and if I got hurt, I could just fix myself on the spot. Practicing like that really helped with my fine control over my power, too, since I didn't really have much of it in the beginning. The coach was always amazed that I was able to get through the entire year without so much as a sprained ankle.

I didn't even look up when I heard the door open and a bunch of books being set down on the desk in front of me. I was trying to finish up an English paper so I wouldn't have to rush through getting it done on Monday morning (as if I'd take my homework home with me). Someone cleared his throat.

"The service here is terrible," he said, "where can I make a complaint?"

I looked up. "Please send all complaints directly to my ass," I said just before I went back to writing. "You're early, Kevin."

"I know it. I was figuring maybe we could take off before the parking lot got too full." Kevin walked around the side of the desk and sat next to me. "So what are you so engrossed in? Writing more of that gay porn?"

"Don't you wish." I set my pen down and closed my notebook. It was obvious I wasn't going to get anything else done. "I'm doing homework. It might be a foreign concept to you, but I like getting good grades."

Kevin had been my best friend for... hell, I don't even know how long. He just always was. He was one of the very few people who knew I was gay; I think at that point, it was pretty much him and Grams. He was very supportive, too. Even though he was absolutely gorgeous, I never really let myself think about him. Sure, when I would jerk off and I'd let my mind wander, he'd pop up a lot (naked, of course), but I never did it consciously. Our friendship was too good to risk like that. Besides, he loved the ladies. I had actually been in the room while he was loving one of them. It's really kinda icky up close.

"Yeah, whatever. Let's go." Kevin grabbed his books and made for the door. I scooped up all of my stuff and followed behind him, turning off the library's lights. I stopped at my locker to grab my jacket and drop everything off, and then we stalked around the doors leading to the parking lot. We weren't allowed outside, but nobody said anything if we stood in the hall. It didn't really make much sense, but nothing about highschool does.

The bell rang and we bolted out the door. We were out of the parking lot before most of the students were even out of their classrooms. Kevin pulled into his driveway around 3:15 and we went inside to just goof around and do nothing for a while. Grams didn't mind if I stayed out without telling her; she knew I was more than capable of taking care of myself. In fact, the only thing she was really vehement about was that I work with her in an attempt to get more control over my powers. I didn't have a problem with that, since I didn't want to set something on fire in the middle of class. At least not again.

We were sitting on the couch, just talking and joking like we always did. We knew basically everything about each other, so there wasn't any need to be self-conscious about anything. He knew the areas to stay away from when we insulted each other and so did I. That's the way it is with a lot of people, though.

"Fuck I'm horny," he said out of the blue. I just gave him a crooked look.

"And what would you like me to do about it, hmm?" I raised an eyebrow and made an overly thoughtful gesture.

Kevin grinned at me. "Well, you do like guys, and I am pretty hot..."

"Whatever," I said. "I'm not interested in guys with less than an inch to their name."

He laughed again, then grabbed his crotch. "Seriously, though, I am. Not that I want you or anything."

"What's the matter? Kelly not giving it up?" I think my eyes lingered a little too long on his crotch, which was getting a little bigger since he had started rubbing it.

"No, she's not, actually." He rolled his eyes. "Something about wanting to get to know me first or something. You know what I say: there's no better way to get to know a guy than to go down on him."

"Hey, wow! That's what I say, too!" I opened my eyes wide in mock excitement. "We have, like, so much in common!"

"Okay, one," he said as he shook his head, "avoid saying 'like' in the middle of a sentence, little Mr. English Major. And, two, what you do to the lunch ladies is none of my business."

"Comical value. Look it up. You sure as hell could use some." I took another look at his hand, which was more squeezing than rubbing now. "And the lunch ladies are ladies, and thus hold no interest for me."

"I dunno, that one with the beard looks kinda masculine." He gave a little shudder. "Ugh."

It got quiet for a few minutes. Kevin was still slowly rubbing and squeezing his crotch, and my pants were decidedly tighter from watching him. Finally, I had to mention it. "You know, if you don't stop that, you're going to have an embarrassing wet spot there."

Kevin blushed and pulled his hand away. His cock was obviously hard; I could see a large mound where his hand was. "Oh, umm, sorry. Unconscious habit, I guess." He looked over at me. "Seems like you were enjoying the show, though."

I shifted in my seat, moving my leg in the way of his view. "Well, I can't exactly say I've been averting my eyes or anything."

"Hmm." Kevin looked over at me for a second, then pushed his hand down the front of his pants. "Ya know, it's been a few days since I last jerked off. I could use a little relief."

I blinked once or twice and had to clear my throat. It wasn't like we hadn't jerked off together before, but that was usually after several beers and at least half of a porno. Kevin just kept looking at me with this weird little glint in his eye. I finally got myself together and nodded.

Kevin pulled his hand out of his pants and undid the button. As he pulled the zipper down, I got a look at his white briefs. I always thought it was kinda cute, the way he kept wearing them when everyone else had moved on to boxers (except me, of course; I like the boxer-briefs -- best of both worlds). They showed off his package incredibly, too.

When he had kicked his jeans off, he looked over at me. "This isn't a spectator sport, ya know. Participants only."

I immediately undid my pants and tossed them to the floor. I looked back over to see him massaging himself through his underwear, a big wet spot near the head of his dick. I swear, that had to be one of the sexiest sights ever. He reached up and pulled his t-shirt over his head, leaving him in only his briefs and his socks. When he pulled those off, I got a good look at his body. Kevin was an amazing looking guy.

He was a little taller than me, maybe 6'1". He had the same build as me, too, being a runner and a swimmer. He had the cutest dark brown hair and gorgeous blue eyes, though they didn't really match his dark complexion. He was a bit fuzzy, too. His chest was covered in a good amount of hair, which I found very sexy. There was a line going from the middle of his chest all the way down to his crotch, where it joined with his dark pubic hair. It might sound weird for a swimmer to have all that hair, but he did, and he almost always placed; he was pretty good.

Kevin's cock had always been fascinating to me. I know it's a bit of a cliche that gay guys like uncut cocks, but it was really hot. It was different from mine, which is cut, and it was just interesting. There was a slight amount of hair on the base of the shaft, but not much. His balls were pretty nice, too; they were covered in a light dusting of dark hair and looked a whole lot darker than the shaft. The skin was pulled back already, since he was almost fully hard.

I pulled off my shirt, then my socks, then my underwear. I could feel Kevin's eyes roaming my body just like mine had done to his. We had both reached down and were absently stroking our cocks, looking at each other. I was practically drooling; it was all I could do to keep myself from lunging forward and licking my way from his chest on down. Still, I restrained myself

It was Kevin who made the first move. He scooted closer to me and grabbed my cock. I let go of it and leaned my head back, groaning a little bit. I was dripping a lot before, but with his hand on me, I was leaking all over the place. He used the pre-cum I was producing to slick up my cock as he moved his hand. It was one of the best things I had ever felt up until then. We had never touched each other before; I had wanted to, but could never get up the nerve.

I reached over and grabbed him. He had been stroking us both, but focused all of his attention on me when I started touching him. I was kind of exploratory at first, running my finger along the head and down the shaft. All that time, he was working on me, squeezing and rubbing. It felt so damn good.

"Slow down a little, you're gonna make me cum if you keep on like that," I said as I finally wrapped my hand around his shaft. It felt warm in my hand -- warmer than mine had ever felt. His hand had moved down to my balls where he was kneading and massaging some of my pre-cum into the skin. His fingers gradually kept going lower, though, until he almost had his middle finger against my asshole. I'm no expert on the subject, but I thought that was a little bit weird for a typical straight boy to be doing.

"Mmm, yeah, that's nice," Kevin moaned out as I rubbed my thumb around the tip of his cock. I don't know what got into me, but I suddenly bent down and started licking at the head. I took a second to savor the taste of his pre-cum. It was salty and a little bit bitter, but it was good. When I looked up and saw him lying back with his head on the armrest of the couch, I took that as a sign that he wanted it. I bent forward again and took his cock in until my lips were resting just past the head. The taste was even better direct from the source, and I could smell him. It was almost intoxicating.

Running my tongue in circles along his piss slit, I slowly started to push myself lower. I had read and seen enough porn to know what to do with my teeth -- or so I thought. I felt him wince a few times, but I eventually got the rhythm down and he started moaning again. I had both of my hands on his balls, and I could tell from the way they were pulling up that he'd cum soon. There was something I wanted to do first, though.

I started to push myself lower. When he reached the back of my throat, he looked down at me, but didn't say anything. I kinda winked at him, though. He smiled and laid his head back down. I yawned a little to open up my throat, and the rest of him slid in. I had my nose buried in his pubic hair and it was an incredible scent. It was musky, but clean and strangely erotic. I tightened my throat a little and he moaned. I pulled up a little bit, then pushed back down. He just rested his hands behind his head and let me do whatever I wanted.

I continued on like that, every now and then pulling all the way off, then taking him again. It must have lasted at least 5-10 minutes before he started to tense up again. I felt a warm jet of cum on the back of my throat, so I pulled off so I could taste it. It was like his pre-cum, but stronger. It was also less bitter and a lot sweeter. I couldn't get enough. After three or four strong shots, he started leaking a little bit. I managed to swallow every drop of it. When he finally pushed me off, he just looked down at me and smiled for a moment.

"So, how long have you been waiting to do that?" he asked, still with that post-orgasmic grin on his face.

I rolled my tongue around in my mouth, still tasting him. "A few years now, I guess. Damn that was fun."

Kevin sat up. He looked at me for a second or two, then pounced on me. I wasn't ready for it, so I fell backwards onto the arm on the couch. Then, he did something that completely took me by surprise. He leaned forward and kissed me. My eyes just shot open, but he was looking down on me with something gentle in his eyes. When I didn't kiss him back, he pulled off.

"What's wrong?" Kevin started to push himself off of me. "I thought you wanted--"

I stopped him from pulling away by wrapping my arms around him. I just looked at him for a second. "Yeah, I did. I mean, I do. It just surprised me. Of course, next time, maybe I won't be so shocked." I grinned up at him and got one back in return. He leaned back down and kissed me again, and this time, I kissed him right back. I had kissed a girl or two in an attempt to appear normal at school, but none of that even compared to what I was feeling right then. Kevin's soft lips pressed against mine, his tongue starting to probe its way into my mouth, the feeling of having my arms wrapped around his back -- it was all just incredible.

The kiss lasted for maybe a minute, but probably less. It felt like so much longer, though. Kevin moved down and started kissing my neck, licking just below the jaw line. I leaned my head back and he continued kissing his way down. He moved to my chest and kissed a line from one nipple to the other. Then he moved down and licked a trail from the center of my chest all the way to my navel. I could barely even take it when he just softly brushed the trail leading down to my cock with his lips.

I didn't know what to expect when I felt his tongue running up and down my cock. It felt amazing, though. His mouth was warm and his lips formed a tight seal around my cock. He had me about halfway in, but when he tried to push down farther, he choked a bit.

"You don't have to," I said, looking down. I was enjoying it, with or without him taking all of it. Still, he got this determined look in his eye and I knew I wouldn't be able to stop him. It took him another three tries, but Kevin finally got me down into his throat. He looked up at me again, and I could see the smile in his eyes.

It all went by so quickly it was hard to focus on any one feeling. His tongue was licking the underside of the shaft as he moved, and I could feel his throat constricting around the head. When I started to cum, it was more intense than anything I had ever been able to bring on myself. I shot three large spurts into his mouth, then started to dribble a little. Kevin stayed on until I was finished, and even then he was still licking and trying to get every last drop of my cum out.

He pulled off and rested his head on my leg. We stayed like that for a few minutes, not talking or anything. I was still coming down from my orgasmic high, but I could feel something nagging at the back of my mind. It took a few more seconds, but a feeling of panic hit me like a bullet. I hate to admit it, but I ran. I jumped up, put on my shirt, pants, and shoes (leaving everything else behind) and just ran out of the house. I heard Kevin calling after me, but I didn't turn back. Everything had managed to change in the span of a few minutes, and I just wasn't ready for it.

Kevin's house was about a five-minute walk from mine. There's a very small patch of woods where I used to go all the time when I was trying to deal with things; it's pretty close to both of our houses. I would go sit by the creek and think about things. That was where I headed.

At first I was angry with myself. So angry, in fact, that I uprooted a tree and it came crashing down about ten feet from me. It didn't make me feel much better. I climbed up on top of it and used it as a bench. I just stared at the softly flowing water of the creek and tried to work out how I'd deal with what happened.

Things would be different. We'd both say something to the effect of, "we won't let what happened change our relationship," but I knew better. I could almost feel my friendship with Kevin, the one thing that had held me together through all of the turmoil in my life, dissolving around me. I sat and stared and obsessed over what had happened and what was going to happen for the better part of an hour.

I was just about to burst into tears when I heard footsteps behind me. I didn't pay much attention to it, since nobody knew about my little spot, but when they got closer I turned around and saw Kevin looking at me. He just stood there, looking for a signal from me, I guess. I decided to get it over with.

"Hi," I said rather weakly. He did the same, then climbed up on the tree to join me. We both sat and stared at the creek for a little while longer, not really knowing what to say. I just kept waiting for him to drop the ball and tell me that everything was over. That thought made me sniff a little, and I almost started crying (again!).

"It's pretty, isn't it?" Kevin said after a while. I looked over at him. "The creek, I mean."

"Yeah." I sighed, knowing this was probably the last conversation we'd ever have. "How'd you know I was down here?"

"What, you're the only one who comes down here to think?" He gave a weak smile. "Nah, I knew that you would come down here all the time when something was bothering you. I followed you down here more than once, ya know. Back when your parents died, I'd follow you down here almost every day. I was always worried that you'd do something stupid."

I bitterly chuckled. "Turns out I didn't have to be down here for something stupid to happen, huh?"

"Ethan, look at me." Kevin reached over and put his hand under my chin, pulling my face towards him. "I have no idea what's going on in that screwed up little head of yours, but I want to make one thing clear. Things are going to be different now, but it's going to be a good kind of different."

I gave him a crooked look as I pulled my face away from his hand. "What?"

Kevin shook his head. "What I mean is that we're friends. I--I want to be more than that." He scooted over closer so that we were touching. "A lot more."

I still didn't understand. I had so thoroughly convinced myself that I had screwed everything up that I wasn't prepared to handle the fact that maybe things weren't as bad as I thought. Kevin reached around and wrapped his arm around my waist, resting his head on my shoulder. We didn't say anything else for a while.

"Fuck, Ethan, I dunno." He laughed a little. "I don't know what I am. I guess I'm bi." He looked over at me again. "You know, I didn't even think of any of this until you told me you were gay."

"Sorry," I said, grinning a little. "So... what now?"

"Well, we could go make out in your bedroom." He smiled back at me. "Or we could go have a serious conversation about how we feel about each other and ultimately come away more confused than we were before."

"I wish I could pick the first one, but we both know we're gonna wind up doing the second." I sighed, then smiled at him. "Damn you. Have to go and screw up my life like this."

"Excuse me?" Kevin was grinning, too. "I wasn't the only one getting all touchy-feely back there."

"Hey, I'm the gay one. And, like you said yourself, you are pretty hot." We both laughed a little, feeling the tension break around us. We walked on in silence for a little while longer. "It's gonna be okay, isn't it? Us, I mean. Our whole relationship."

"I was hoping it'd be a little more than okay." Kevin stopped and turned to look at me. "I was kinda thinking that we might want to see just how far this can go..."

I looked back at him for a second and saw something that I never really let myself see before. Here was this amazing guy who meant more to me than anybody else in the world, and he was asking if we could try having a... hell, I don't even know what to call it. A "relationship" sounds too formal and cold, but that's the best word for it, I guess. He wanted to be with me in a way that I had always wanted with him, but wouldn't admit.

"Yeah," I said, "I think we can work something out." Kevin smiled at me, flashing his gorgeous teeth (yes, even his teeth were gorgeous), and we continued walking in silence. It wasn't heavy, though; it was the kind of silence where you're just comfortable with the other person and don't really want to spoil the mood by talking.

We got to my house and went in, where Grams handed me my mail. Brochures for colleges and crap from the Navy. I threw them all out, grabbed a couple of sodas for me and Kevin, and then joined him up in my room.

"It's weird, but I'm noticing things about you I never have before," Kevin said after we had gotten ourselves more comfortable. "Like your room. Can you believe I never even went through your CD collection before? I mean, I know all the highlights and stuff you like, but I never realized you had so much crap."

"Hey, shut up, I like my CDs." I jokingly got all defensive. "Like it's any worse than yours, Mr. 'I wish I was a gangsta.'"

"Oh, really?" he said, smirking. "Hmm, what's this? Celine Dion? Ethan, hon, you should feel really dirty for even having this."

"That was a present from a well-meaning aunt. It's not my fault, I swear!" I was laughing a bit, too. "I think my large quantities of Tricky and Garbage offset, that, though."

"I dunno. You've also got crap in here from... oh, Ethan, tell me I'm not seeing what I think I am! Jewel?! And... oh my god... Usher? Wow... you really do have horrible taste in music."

"No, I don't. My very rare Cibo Matto, my Ben Folds Five, and my Massive Attack all balance out the Jewel." I stopped and thought for a second. "As for the Usher... umm... well... there's Curve and Nine Inch Nails, but really I don't think there's enough to outweigh them both. What can I say, I'm sorry... I was young and naive."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Kevin plopped himself down on the bed next to me. "We're gonna have to stop avoiding the conversation sooner or later, aren't we?"

"Well, I guess. There really isn't all that much to say." I turned to him, but just then I realized that there was music coming from my CD player. It was really quiet, but it was a CD I had made for myself of all sex music. The songs were all sultry and relaxing -- the best out of all of my collection. There was a lot of Air, some Morcheeba, and just a touch of Tricky, among others. "Then again, I don't think talking is what you had in mind. Damn, it's been what, an hour? You're a horny little bastard."

"Hey, I'm not the one who made himself a sex CD. It's your own damn fault." Kevin grinned at me, then leaned over and kissed me. It was still a little bit awkward for me, but I tried not to let it show. I probably didn't do a very good job, but he didn't say anything.

"I don't know if I'm gonna be able to keep up with you." I chuckled and looked down towards the bulge in his pants. "Horndog."

"Actually, I'm not really in the mood right now. I just think this is relaxing." Kevin pushed me over so I was lying on my back and then moved so he was resting his head on my stomach. "There, now isn't that better?"

"It would be if you didn't have such a huge head," I said, looking down at him. "You'd think that with such a small brain..."

"Go to hell, Ethan." Kevin smirked and closed his eyes.

The events of the day had taken their toll on both of us; we were both emotionally wiped. I decided to close my eyes for a few minutes and relax a bit.

"Mmm, damn. What time is it?" he asked, groggily. He started to move, but decided not to.

"Almost 8:30. Go call your parents and tell them you're staying over, I'll go scrounge up some food." I started to get up again, but again I stopped. "Or we could just stay like this for the next few days."

"As much as I'd like that, we need food." Kevin reluctantly got up. "Can't have you fainting from hunger on me, now can I?"

"You'd like it too much. I wouldn't be able to resist all of your evil advances." I sat up and smiled at him.

"Right, like you'd resist 'em now." Kevin stood up. "Well, I'm off to make a phone call. When I get back, you'll be naked, right?"

"Whatever. When you get back, I'll be in the kitchen eating." I stood up next to him. "Of course, maybe afterwards we'll get all naked and stuff."

I moved in to kiss him and just before our lips touched, there was a scream from downstairs.

"What the hell was that?" Kevin asked, looking over toward the door.

"That... sounded like Grams!" I ran out the door and down the stairs where I found Grams lying on the floor of the living room. The door was open, but there wasn't anybody outside. Grams was covered in blood; I couldn't tell whether it was hers or not. Without even thinking about Kevin seeing, I put my hands over her body and started concentrating. Within minutes, the blood was gone and she was breathing at a normal rate again. She opened her eyes soon after that.

"Wh--what the hell was that?" Kevin asked just before he collapsed into the overstuffed easy chair. "How did you--?"

"I'll explain that later." I turned away from him and back toward Grams. "What happened here?"

She was still a little groggy. "I didn't think they'd be able to find you here." She closed her eyes and shook her head, repeating, "I'm sorry, Camus," over and over.

Thanks to Andy, cause she's the bestest proofreader ever! (Yes, the irony was intentional.) Also, thanks to Shalom, cause she keeps begging me to be mentioned at the end of one of my stories and her whining is starting to get on my nerves.

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