forum Guess who is completely out of steam?! (0/0 GAY and CLOSED)

Started January 09, 2020 by Deleted user

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“I don’t know maybe just some ripped jeans with my leather jacket? You better be ready at 6. Let’s walk home together,” he jerked his head towards the door. “I also have to teach you how to kiss,” Kyle winked.

"Shut up! I know how to kiss!" He shoved Kyle lightly, ignoring the weird looks they got. "Your leather jacket makes you look like a jerk. I don't know why you wear it so much." Payton added as they began to walk home.

“What~ you know you love it. I look extremely sexy in that jacket.” He pointed out. “But, are you sure you know how to kiss?”

"No, it makes you look like a tattoo artist that smokes too much. Trust me, I'm trying to help you out." He shoved his hands in his pockets. "I already told you I do!" Payton responded, wondering if there was anyway he could stop the rising blush forming on his cheeks.

“If you say so. Well, then what should I wear fashion artist?” Kyle said throwing his hands up in the air, like he was being arrested.

"I don't know. Just wear what you normally wear. You look like a twink no matter what, so it doesn't really matter." He teased, laughing.

“What~, why you gotta be so rude. I know you love me too,” Kyle wrapped his arms around Payton’s neck, bringing him close. They walked up to Payton’s house and Kyle stopped. “Alright, this is your stop if you need me I’m right next door. Love you, pick you up at six.”

"Stop acting like this is a date you weirdo!" He called after Kyle, shivering slightly. I wish he would stop acting that way..
Payton went inside and helped with some chores before starting his homework, not paying attention to the clock until it was 5:30. He panicked slightly and got dressed quickly, leaving him a little time to fix his hair and put some light makeup on.

(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/1a/e3/5c/1ae35cbee39c2fbd36c2170cf4cce296.jpg)
(What he's wearing basically)

(Kk)
Of course Kyle didn’t listen so he were leather jeans, white shirt, and his leather jacket. He looked at the time and he was right on time when he rang the doorbell.

Payton said a quick goodbye to his parents and opened the door, sighing when he saw Kyle. "You just don't listen to me anymore, do you." He walked past him and got into the car.

He shook his head and laughed. “I listen to you…” he trailed off stepping on the gas. “Sometimes. Listen, let’s just have some fun tonight. It’ll be good to get everything out of your system and be relaxed.”

"Thought you were getting laid tonight." Payton smirked, stretching his legs out in front of him. "Cause that sounds sooo relaxed."

“It is relaxing. It relieves stress. It also also feels very good,” Kyle soon pulled up at the house that was booming with music and people making out in the front yard. “Ready?”

"You're disgusting." Payton muttered, glancing up and getting out of the car. "Yup. Don't get too drunk and pass out or anything. If you can't walk, you can stay here." He added, reaching over and ruffling Kyle's hair.

“Alright,” he chuckled getting out of the car. Kyle walked up to the house and opened the door, only to tackled by his most recent ex. The boy pulled his jacket and led him into the house. “Sorry!”

Payton rolled his eyes and shoved past the pair, already feeling jealousy building up inside him. Fortunately, he found some of his friends lounging around in a slightly less loud corner of the room. He sat down and talked with them happily, trying not to think about Kyle. He scanned the room with his eyes occasionally. I'm just looking out for him, that's all.

Kyle appeared a few minutes later, out of breath, and his clothes all messed up with his jeans unzipped. “Payton! Oh my god I am so glad I found you…I need you to do me a favor…really big one!” He yelled over the music and getting himself together.

Payton had gotten up to get a drink and eyed Kyle with slight shock and annoyance. "Whatever it is, no. I don't care who you need to make jealous." He replied, taking a step closer to Kyle in order to hear him.

“No, I need you to pretend to kiss me so the guy that’s looking for me will leave me alone. Please, please, please! I beg you. I’ll do anything you want for a month if you help me!” He begged.

Payton frowned, nudging Kyle behind him. "What guy? What does he look like?" He asked, ignoring Kyle's request.

“Just look behind me and tell if there’s a guys looking around if you do it’s him. Please! I will kiss you if you don’t we all know I’m stronger than you.” Kyle was pleading at this point.

Payton did as he said and looked around the room, to no use. "Everyone is just moving around! How do you expect me to find this guy??" He answered, once again ignoring the second part of Kyle's pleading.

“Okay he’s wearing red glasses and he’s wearing a red shirt, does that help? Please, before he comes over!” He looked back once and saw he was coming closer.

Payton squinted, still looking. "Why didn't you just tell him to go away?" He asked, finally spotting the guy in question. "Shit, Kyle he's huge!" He exclaimed, turning back to face his friend. "He could crush you! Are you insane?!"

“That’s why okay, I tired but then he pinned me a against the wall. So, please tell me you’ll agree because if you don’t I will find a rando person. I’m pretty sure all of the guys here are straight….” he shivered, grabbed Payton’s shoulders.

"I can't believe you managed to attract the scariest guy here! He could kill both of us! Probably me first cause I'm shorter and about as intimidating as a piece of fuzz on his shirt." Payton rambled, looking between the Kyle and the guy, gaping every time he saw him.

“In 3 seconds if you don’t answer I will have to kiss you. I don’t want to steal your first kiss, but I will have to if you don’t help me. Also, if you do this I’ll go back to the bar and you won’t have to worry about me asking you anymore favors for the night. So, please? You are my best friend and I love you like a brother so help me. If you say it’s going to be a forced kiss. I am dead serious right now,” he tapped his foot.

Payton started to interrupt him with, "Fine, yes, I don't care," but stopped at something he said. A brother..he only loves you like a brother.. He hadn't realized how much hope he had that Kyle saw them as something more than friends until it was all gone. He took a step back, forcing himself out of his grip, shaking his head. "No. Find someone else." He muttered, eyes glazed over with tears as he averted his eyes and pushed his way through the crowed away from Kyle.

“Payton!~” Kyle looked around him and found the nearest guys and kissed roughly know things would heat up. He say the guy walk the other way and broke the kiss. “Thanks!” Kyle tapped his shoulder and left. “Payton!” He yelled looking for his shirt friend that he loved dearly.

Payton stumbled around before finally finding an empty bathroom and locking himself in. He sank to the floor and let out a quiet sob, feeling like his heart was breaking. This is what happens when you get your hopes up. He only wanted to use you. He's probably making out with some random guy by now.