Date: Thu, 13 Feb 2014 00:06:01 -0800 (PST)
From: Jon D <playbuddy123@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Story - "Awkward Valentine"

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and as such is a product of my
imagination. It will include fictitious descriptions of sexual situations
between teen schoolboys. No real boys were involved in any way in the
production of this story.

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Awkward Valentine


The middle school hallway was teeming with between-class traffic. Kids were
moving along as best they could but it wasn't easy. In fact if he'd thought
about it, the boy would have realized that sooner or later it was bound to
happen to someone. But he hadn't thought about it, and with his head down,
and the hallway jammed wall to wall with kids, thirteen-year-old Garrett
Barnes never saw it coming. Just as he rounded the corner, he and Michael
Carlson slammed into one another with a bone jarring thump. The result was
that Garrett now found himself flat on his ass, books and papers strewn
everywhere, and a dozen kids laughing at him.

"Oh, man, I'm really sorry," Michael mumbled as he bent over to help pick
up some of Garrett's stuff and to offer him a hand getting up.

Garrett was dazed, not quite with it yet. For just a second, he remembered
the cartoons he'd watched when he was little where a flock of tiny tweeting
birds flew around someone's head when they'd gotten knocked down. He kind
of felt like that, but wondered why there weren't any birds.

Slowly Garrett figured out what had happened. "It's okay," he said to the
other boy as he got up off the floor. "I guess I wasn't watching where I
was going.

As soon as he'd said it, Garrett realized how stupid that must have
sounded.

By then, the small crowd of kids that had stopped to watch were moving
on. But Garrett's embarrassment over what had just happened wasn't over. As
his head cleared, the awkwardness of the situation grew. Garrett felt his
cheeks grow warm as he started to blush. Standing right there in front of
him, was the object of nearly all of his most recent wet dreams, Michael
Carlson.

"Are you okay?" Michael asked.

Garrett hurried to pick up the rest of his things. "Um... yeah, I'm
fine. Thanks," Garret mumbled. He doubted that anything else in his entire
life would ever be as embarrassing as this. He couldn't bring himself to
look at Michael. All he could do was lower his eyes, stare at his feet, and
hope maybe the earth would just open up and swallow him whole. It
didn't. Realizing how odd it must look to Michael to see a kid just staring
at his shoes, Garrett looked back up.

Michael smiled. "Okay then, if you're okay, I guess I'll get going."

"Yeah, sure, and I'm really sorry for running into you like that," Garrett
apologized with another blush.

"No big deal." Michael smiled a second time and headed down the hall.

Garrett paused and fumbled with his backpack, pretending the straps were
too loose. They were fine, but he wanted to sneak a look at Michael as he
walked away. Garrett looked at Michael's slim figure and perfectly cut and
trimmed black hair. But it wasn't Michael's hair he was interested in at
the moment; Garrett let his eyes drift lower so he could take in Michael's
perfectly shaped and incredibly hot butt. He was sure there wasn't another
kid in the entire school with an ass that looked that good. Garrett wished
he could stare longer, but he knew he'd already pushed his luck. After the
embarrassment of getting knocked flat in the middle of the hallway, he sure
couldn't risk getting caught staring at Michael. With a soft sigh, Garrett
put the strap of his pack over his shoulder, pulled it snug, and headed to
class.

* * * *

Sitting in the last row in class had definite benefits. The one that
Garrett liked the most was how he could hunker down, hide behind the kid in
front of him, and tune out. In Civics class for instance, as the teacher
droned on about the make up of the government, two houses of the
legislature blah, blah, blah... Garrett could let his thoughts wander back
to his favorite subject, the boy that had just knocked him down. He didn't
want to think about the knocking down part, just the cute boy. Garrett knew
that his pre-occupation with Michael was probably just middle school
silliness. But, when a guy has their first crush, the heart takes over and
everything else goes out the window. Garrett knew things were getting close
to that stage when he found himself writing Michael's name again and again
on the front cover of his notebook and then drawing hearts all around
it. He added more with every class.

* * * *

At lunchtime, Garrett always hurried to one particular table in the far
corner of the lunch room where he knew he could get a clear view of
Michael. Garrett found he was obsessed with watching the amazingly cute
black haired boy as he ate lunch and goofed around with his
friends. Michael was typical for a thirteen year old, about five feet six
or seven inches tall and around a hundred and twenty pounds. What had
caused him to become the object of Garrett's constant attention though were
his eyes. One look into those gorgeous green eyes was all it had taken and
Garrett was hooked. Michael also had one other fantastic feature, a warm
and infectious smile. Put it all together and Michael fit Garrett's
definition of the perfect boy. In fact, Garrett thought Michael was the
cutest boy he'd ever seen.

* * * *

After lunch, Garrett's mood soured as he headed to his next class. He knew
it would be two straight hours before he could catch another glimpse of
Michael. "Two whole hours!"

"Why Him?" he asked himself sadly, again and again. "If I had to crash into
somebody, why couldn't it have been some other kid?"

Garrett looked up at the ceiling. Then, as if annoyed at God, said, "You
just had to make me run into him. Huh?"

As he walked on, Garrett wondered if he'd ever get over the embarrassment
of Michael seeing him like that, on his butt, with his books and stuff
sprawled all over the place.

The next two classes went by with a constant stream of the same kind of
thoughts. By the end of the school day, Garrett was convinced this had to
have been the single worst day of his entire life.

* * * *

Garrett had a half mile walk from the make-shift bus stop just off the
highway to his house. The weather had been incredibly cold lately and
they'd had much more snow than usual, so their lane was snow-packed and
icy. He managed to get to the house without slipping, climbed the porch
steps and stopped at the door. The century-old farmhouse had a tired look,
but Garrett didn't mind, it was home. Unzipping his heavy ski jacket,
Garrett reached for the house key hanging from a chain around his neck. He
pulled out the key and let himself in.

There wasn't any need to yell that he was home. It was just he and his mom
and she'd still be at work for another hour and a half. She worked in the
laboratory at the Co-Op. It was her job to make sure that everything
leaving the dairy was free of harmful bacteria. That meant that whether it
was milk, cream or yogurt, it was his mom's job to make sure it was safe to
sell. Garrett put the stack of mail he'd picked up from the mailbox near
the road onto the entry table and hung his jacket on the peg by the
door. Next he pulled off his boots and stowed them on the mud mat. Walking
through the house, he paused at the thermostat and turned up the heat. The
old oil furnace roared to life and soon warm air started flowing up from
the registers to take the chill off. Garrett made his way to the kitchen,
poured himself a glass of milk, and pulled three cookies from an old
pottery jar. His mom didn't have much time to bake, but Garrett's
grandparents lived just down the road and his Gram made sure Garrett always
had a treat waiting for him after school.

Climbing the old wooden stairs to his room, Garrett still couldn't stop
thinking about what had happened at school. "Why him?" he asked for, like,
the hundredth time. He briefly wondered if his mom would let him change
schools so he wouldn't have to go back and face more embarrassment. "Not a
chance," he concluded, "she'd never go for it."

Walking into his room, Garrett tossed his backpack onto his bed and pulled
his shirt up over his head. He gave the shirt a toss as well. He unbuckled
his belt, pulled it through the loops and then unbuttoned and unzipped his
jeans. He pushed them to the floor and stepped out of them, leaving them in
a heap. Garrett had many fine qualities, but readily admitted keeping his
room clean wasn't one of them. He and his mom had reached something of an
understanding. He agreed to keep the door to his room closed at all times
so she couldn't see the mess, and his mom agreed to stop nagging him about
it. That was of coarse as long as no nasty smells started coming out from
under his bed. He'd left food under there a few times and it had gotten
kind of raunchy. So, if anything ever started to smell bad, the deal would
be off.

Pulling on some soft, fluffy track pants and a warm top, Garrett sat down
at his computer, turned it on, and went through his email. There were about
twenty messages from various friends, all of whom would probably be
described as being on the nerd side of the middle school social order. That
didn't matter to Garrett; in fact he felt he had plenty of school
friends. What he didn't have though, was one, special FRIEND.

Having finished reading and responding to his emails, Garrett looked at the
alarm clock near his bed. He saw he still had almost an hour before his mom
would get home. "Perfect," he thought and slipped his left hand under the
waistband of his trackies and reached for his dick. His penis was lying
lazily off to one side like a sleeping puppy. He gently wrapped his hand
around it and then softly caressed it. Using his other hand, Garret clicked
the computer mouse and surfed through several of his favorite porn
sites. He stopped when he came to Nifty. It was definitely one of the sites
he liked the best. He went to the section that he knew would guarantee a
throbbing boner. As he scrolled through the "Incest" section he looked for
all the stories he could find about brothers. If there was one thing that
Garrett had always wanted, it was a brother. Quite a few of his best jerk
off fantasies had to do with an older brother showing a younger brother the
sort of sexy stuff they could do together. But even the best ones weren't
as good as thinking about what it might be like if he could do the same
stuff with Michael.

Garrett leaned back in his chair and started to read. As the stories
unfolded he slowly stroked. The stories seemed to get better and better as
he went along. He came close to blowing his load several times but he held
back, wanting to make sure when he finally did cum it would be
awesome. Twice he'd come so close he'd had to pinch his dick to stop the
flow. He was almost there and knew that the next time he probably couldn't
hold back.

By the time Garrett felt like it was finally time to go for it, he'd been
edging for more than half an hour. Leaning forward just enough that he
could pull the fluffy workout pants down in back, he slid them over his ass
and then down to the floor. He was glad the room was now nice and
warm. Naked from the waist down, he pulled his legs up onto the chair,
spread his knees wide, and pressed his heels tight against his butt. He
then leaned back and scooted his rear closer to the edge of the chair. This
put his ass front and center and his butt hole within easy reach.

The thirteen-year-old looked down at his fully-hard and throbbing five
inches. His cock was slender and baby pink in color. The flared head was
turning a bluish purple after all the stroking he'd been doing while
reading. He was disappointed that he still only had a wisp of hair down
there, but over the last two months he'd noticed he was shooting bigger and
bigger loads, so he hoped that was a good sign that more hair was on the
way. He pulled his dick a few more times and then shook it. He was pleased
to see his thing seem to get a tiny bit thicker. Now that he was ready for
the big moment, Garrett clicked the mouse over to a movie site he liked and
started his favorite clip. It showed two very cute boys messing around in
an old house that reminded Garrett of his own house. What made it his
favorite though was that Garrett swore that both of the boys could have
passed as Michael's brothers.

As the clip started, Garrett reached for the pump bottle of lotion on his
computer desk and put a squirt of the stuff on the knob of his
dick. Another squirt went in the valley between his ass cheeks. He used his
middle finger to gently push the trickle of lotion toward his ass
hole. When it was in the right spot he swirled it around the edges of his
puckered ring and then made sure there was a good amount right in the
center. He had a tight butt hole and knew he needed plenty of lube. Once he
was sure everything was ready he leaned back again. Staring at the screen,
he slowly jacked his dick and gently fingered himself as the cute boys
first kissed, then sucked each other, and switched into a sixty-nine. The
feelings he was getting as he watched them were wonderful. As he stared,
the boys sucked a bit longer then changed positions and rimmed one
another. At that part Garrett reached for more lotion, put some on his
finger tip and slipped his finger in deep. He tried to imagine what it
would be like to feel another boy's wet and wiggling tongue in his butt. He
dreamed that someday he'd find a boy that would want to try it and then go
ahead and lick him there. "Fuck, that'd be hot," he moaned. If his finger
practically drove him nuts; a boy's tongue in there would drive him insane!
Garrett continued to work his hole and slowly jacked, letting the good
feelings grow. He eased his finger back but his ring seemed to clamp down
wanting to hold his finger in. After it was out, he'd push it back in,
whimpering at how good it felt to have something sliding in and out like
that. In time, he'd managed to push his finger in so deep he couldn't get
it in any further, he searched around in there as he continued to
stroke. It took him a little while to find that wonderful spot in there but
when he did his whole body shuddered.

"Oh, yeah, fuck me," Garrett whined softly as he worked his finger back and
forth. "Having something in his ass felt sooooooo good," he thought as he
got closer and closer to the moment that every boy loves.

Eyes closed, Garrett sped up the hand that was gripping his cock, and raced
toward the finish. The lotion made his cock so slippery that the faster he
went the more his hand made sloppy, wet, slurping sounds.

By the time his orgasm finally washed over him, Garrett was more than
ready. His breathing was fast and shallow. The hand on his cock was almost
a blur, and the finger he had up his butt was digging around and fucking in
and out like it had a mind of its own. Sucking in a deep breath, Garrett's
entire body went stiff as it finally happened. He shuddered, and he felt
his toes curl. The whole world stopped for a nano-second and then his cock
erupted with four hard squirts of cum. The stuff felt like it was being
pulled out of him. Each hot string of pearly cream looked a foot long, and
the gooey mixture flew everywhere. Most of the mess ended up on Garrett's
stomach, but some flew as high up as his shoulder. Garrett held his breath
through it all, until he reached the point where he thought he was ready to
pass out and then he sucked in a breath. The young teen smiled as he worked
his dick. He loved the feeling as he shot cum. There wasn't anything like
it. He stroked a few more times, hoping to make the tingle last, but it was
already over.

When he finally finished there wasn't a drop of juice left to squeeze out,
he sucked in several more deep breaths and then, but only then, relaxed. He
smiled a second time as he guided the finger he'd just pulled out of his
butt through the mess on his stomach and sweatshirt. Then, he scooped up
some cum and put it up to his mouth. He didn't care where his finger had
just been, though it did cross his mind that he might be about to taste
something more than just sperm. Pushing the thought aside, he closed his
lips around it and licked his finger clean.

The video clip was still running. It had gotten to the part where one of
the cute boys was lying face down on top of the other and was just about to
slide his cock into his classmate's ass. Garrett closed his eyes, took
another deep breath, and tried to imagine what that might be like. He hoped
that would be another thing he'd find out someday. Opening his eyes, he
took another look. "The one on the bottom looks exactly like Michael, he
thought, and smiled.

* * * *

Almost three weeks had passed since the embarrassing incident in the
hallway. Garret was glad things had returned to normal and he'd slipped
back into anonymity. School had settled into its usual routine, and Garrett
went back to observing Michael, the love of his life—well of his fantasy
life anyway—from a distance.

A large part of the Midwest had been suffering under a brutal weather
pattern that forced temperatures down to extremely dangerous
temperatures. When slightly warmer weather arrived, so did winds and heavy
snow. Even though they'd already had an unusually rough winter, Garrett was
still surprised by the announcement.

"Attention all faculty and students," the school loud speaker
crackled. "Due to a shift in arctic winds the national weather service has
issued a winter storm warning effective immediately for Dodge County. Local
authorities have just declared a snow emergency. The school district has
announced that classes in all area schools are cancelled. Faculty, please
institute threatening weather procedures. Students, report to your
homerooms."

Garrett stuffed the remaining bits of his lunch into his paper sack and
followed the line of kids heading to their assigned rooms. He knew they'd
be given instructions there and then loaded on to buses for an early trip
home.

* * * *

Garrett's bus was more crowded than usual, but then again, his homeroom
teacher had said something about those kids who's parents couldn't get off
work early to pick them up would be given rides. Parents could give
permission for their child to ride a bus to another family member's home or
to one of their friend's houses. Luckily, Garrett had gotten his usual seat
near the back so he could watch everything that was going on while still
maintaining his distance. That gave him a few precious seconds to get over
his surprise.

"Michael," Garrett whispered to himself as his fantasy boyfriend climbed
aboard. "Not here, not here!" he silently pleaded as Michael slowly made
his way down the aisle, looking for a place to sit. "No, no, no!" Garrett
inwardly panicked when Michael stopped next to him.

"Okay if I sit here?" Michael asked with a friendly look.

Garrett hesitated a moment but then slid over to make room. "Uh, yeah, no
problem." Garrett stuttered as Michael sat down next to him.

"Thanks." Michael smiled and stuffed his backpack under the seat in front
of them.

The bus rolled out of the parking lot and before long had made it to the
highway and headed out into the country.

Michael attempted some conversation, but Garrett felt so awkward around
him, they soon fell silent.

As they made their way, Garrett stared out the window and became more and
more concerned by how much the wind had picked up. He was also worried by
how fast the snow was coming down and the way it was drifting. He noticed
that other kids on the bus were getting nervous as well.

Garrett found out later that a car had come over a small rise and then lost
control, which sent it sliding sideways down the slope straight at the
school bus. The bus driver had done his best to avoid a crash with the car,
but that started the bus sliding as well.

Between the screams of the girls and the terrified looks from the boys,
Garrett felt like they were all about to die. He couldn't help but grab
Michael's arm as the front of the bus took a sudden turn to the
right. Seconds later there was an extremely loud crunch, a sickening lurch,
and the bus came to a sudden crashing stop. Kids were tossed out of their
seats, packs and stuff went flying which brought more screams, and this
time some of the boys joined in. Garrett held tight to Michael's arm.

Seconds later, Garrett then heard the calm, sure voice of the bus
driver. "It's all right now. It's all right. Let's all settle down. You're
safe. The front wheel went off the road, and we're jammed tight into a big
bank of snow, but that's it. Is anybody hurt? Huh? Anybody hurt?" he asked
a second time.

Kids started to quiet down and even though some of the girls were still
crying, they too grew quieter as the driver made his way through the
bus. There were only a handful of kids that raised their hands to show
where they had been hurt and the driver carefully looked each of them over.

"Only a few bumps and bruises," the driver announced, visibly
relieved. "I'm going to call for help, and we'll soon be on our way again."

Garrett couldn't hear what was said on the phone, but the driver looked
worried.

"Listen up now," the driver said softly after ending his call, obviously
trying to keep everyone calm. "A semi-truck has rolled over on the highway
and there's been a twenty car pile up, so they can't get to us for a
while. Since I told them we're all safe and unharmed, they want us to walk
up the road to the next farmhouse and stay there until they can get up
here." The driver looked to one side of the bus and then to the other. "The
older ones will have to help the younger ones, but we're all going to be
fine!"

The kids all looked at one another as if trying to decide if they should
believe the driver.

Garrett was stunned when Michael gently pulled his arm out of Garrett's
grip and stood up. "Come on," he said, tenderly reaching for a six-year-old
girl who was still crying. He gently picked her up and gave her a little
hug. "Time for an adventure," he said softly with that smile that made
everything look better. "How about it? You with me?" he whispered to the
little girl.

She looked him in the eyes, those beautiful green eyes and with a sniff
nodded "yes."

That's all it took, and the bigger kids all took their cue from Michael and
started helping the littler kids pack up.

* * * *

The farmhouse wasn't big enough for twenty plus kids, but the
retirement-age couple that lived there hurried around to make a space in
their old barn. An area was cleared, two barrels were set up as make shift
fireplaces, filled with wood scraps and set alight. It wasn't long before
everyone was settled in around the warm fires. The six-year-old girl still
clung to Michael like a leaf to a branch. A bunch of kids tried their cell
phones to call their parents but the storm had worsened and nobody's phones
seemed to work. Michael walked around, talking to some of the little kids
to help cheer them up. The six-year-old held tight to Michael's hand ads
followed him everywhere. In fact, it wasn't until later when the old woman
came in with cookies that the little girl finally loosened her grip, and
agreed to let go of Michael to snuggle in where it was warmer.

Garrett watched as Michael helped everyone get settled before sitting down
next to him. Once again, Garrett felt awkward and nervous to be this close
to the boy he usually watched from a distance. "You did a great job back
there at the bus," Garrett whispered to Michael and nodded toward the
little girl.

"I've got two little brothers and a baby sister," Michael shrugged. "When
they're scared, sometimes you just have to be the big brother and show them
everything's okay."

Garrett nodded, though he wasn't sure he could do what Michael had
done. "He's amazing," he thought as he stared at what he was beginning to
think was the most fantastic boy on the planet.

* * * *

Sometime later, Garrett felt his shoulder being nudged and he woke out of a
hazy sleep.

"Can I get under that blanket with you?" Michael whispered.

"Sure," Garrett lifted the corner and realized it had grown dark.

"They can't get here until morning." Michael shivered. "But we're okay,
just have to spend the night is all."

Garrett felt Michael shiver a second time. "Why are you so cold?"

"The power went out at the house and so the pump isn't working. No pump
means they can't get water up out of their well. No water means no flushing
toilets. I've been helping get the little kids back and forth to the
outhouse if they need to go."

Garrett snuggled closer. "You should have told me sooner," Garrett scolded
softly and wrapped the blanket tighter around both of them.

It might have taken ten minutes, but Garrett would have guessed it was much
longer before Michael relaxed and fell asleep. He stayed that way for
several hours.

Garrett didn't know what time it was, but both boys seemed to wake at about
the same time. The dusty barn was quiet, the wind slowly dying down and all
the other kids still appeared to be asleep.

Michael gave Garrett a playful smile.

"What?" Garrett asked.

"I don't usually wake up with another boy in my bed," Michael chuckled.

"Oh, man," Garrett whispered under his breath and hurried to back away from
Michael.

"No, it's okay," Michael whispered.

Garrett knew his face had to be three shades of red. "I'm sorry," he
whispered, "I guess I must have just gotten closer to you in my sleep."

Michael reached up a finger and ever so lightly touched Garrett's
cheek. "There's one more thing I usually don't wake up to." He smiled
tenderly.

Garrett hoped beyond hope it wasn't what he thought it was and made another
move further away.

Michael gave Garrett another playful smile. "What I was going to say before
you scooted away is that I usually don't wake up with another boy's boner
rubbing against mine."

"Oh God," Garrett thought and his heart beat faster. He suddenly felt not
only embarrassment but also a little bit afraid. "Fuck! I didn't get away
fast enough." Garrett thought, "He felt it." Now he was just waiting for
Michael to hit him or something.

The boy's looked at one another for a moment.

Garrett was sure Michael thought he was a perv or something. He closed his
eyes and expected Michael to start yelling. What Michael said however,
surprised him more than he thought possible.

"Oh, by the way, I've seen you watching me." Michael giggled.

"Oh, noooooooooo!" Garrett groaned softly. "Shit! Could this possibly get
any worse???" he thought.

By then, it all had become too much. Garrett couldn't hold it all in
anymore. He was too tired, too worried, too disappointed that he'd blown
any chance he might have had with Michael, too embarrassed that he couldn't
control his dick and he couldn't stop staring. He just couldn't do anything
right! It was at that point the tears started to flow. Garrett tried to
stop them but they rolled down his cheeks like two small rivers as he
sobbed.

"Hey, hey. What's going on?" Michael asked gently and reached for Garrett.

Garrett moved still further away.

"Listen, it's okay. I've kind of been looking at you, too." Michael's eyes
seemed to say much, much more.

"You have?" Garrett sniffed, the tears slowing just a bit.

"Uh huh."

Michael eased his head up and took a slow look around the semi-dark
barn. All was quiet. "Nobody can see over here," he whispered and eased
closer to Garrett. "So what do you say? Want to come back over?"

Garrett felt like the world was spinning out of control because Michael had
found out his secret but hadn't gotten mad. He hesitated, but then Garrett
moved a little.

Michael did the same. Soon they were snuggled together. Then, slowly and
tenderly Michael put his arms around Garrett. "Is this all right?" he
whispered as he pulled Garrett close.

Garrett didn't know what to say, all he could manage was a slight nod.

The two looked at one another for several seconds. Somehow Garrett sensed
that Michael knew a little bit more about this boy stuff than he did.

"I bet you're new at this, aren't you?" Michael asked before touching
Garrett's cheek again.

Garrett was more confused than ever, but his hunch seemed to be right about
Michael.

As they looked at one another, Garrett came to believe that at this moment
both boys wanted the same thing. Both were a little unsure, but somewhere
deep inside Garrett felt he could trust Michael to show him the way. So, he
snuggled closer, closed his eyes, waited for what he hoped might be his
first kiss.

Michael leaned in and with sweet gentleness gave Garrett exactly what he
wanted. The kiss was soft and didn't amount to much more than their lips
touching. But for Garrett it was magical.

Garrett opened his eyes and stared at Michael for a full minute. "So, you
like boys, too?" he asked in puzzlement.

Michael brushed a few strands of hair away from Garrett's eyes. "I think
so, but I'm not totally sure. I might like girls too. Is that okay?" The
look that the boys shared was priceless.

"Yeah, that's okay," Garrett decided to go for it and moved his hips
forward, so the bulge in the middle of his jeans rubbed against
Michael. "But I'll make sure you end up liking boys better." He giggled.

Michael laughed softly and responded to Garrett's move by pushing his
crotch against Garrett's. A moment later, Michael laughed again.

"What's so funny?"

Michael leaned close to whisper in Garrett's ear. "Do you know what day it
is?"

"Thursday the thirteenth," Garrett said confidently.

"That was yesterday. Today's the fourteenth."

"So?"

"So..it's Valentine's Day..." Michael giggled.

Garrett stared for just a moment at the boy he knew he was falling in love
with. Remembering a line from a Valentine's Day card he'd gotten from his
mom once, he whispered, "Will you be mine?"

Michael smiled, that wonderful, wonderful smile. The boys kissed again and
this kiss was the best ever!

Wrapped in each other's arms they kissed and kissed and kissed. Oh and they
touched here and there too. They finally stopped when the rumble of heavy
diesel engines and several long blasts from an air horn announced the
arrival of two snow plows and a school bus.

The kids stirred and Michael and Garrett shared one last kiss before
hurrying to make sure no one had seen what they'd been up to.

Compared to how everything had started, Garrett didn't know how things
could possibly ended any better. Sure, it had been kind of an awkward
start, but Michael, his fantasy boy was no longer a fantasy, he was
Garrett's Valentine.

The End