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—Dude, how do you think it feels to kiss a boy?
Graffin asked, clearly drunk. The two teens were talking and drinking together, Greg annoyed because he thinks he sucks at flirting with girls and Brett listening to him. At first, he thought his problem was that he wasn't very attractive. Brett convinced him, flattering him and calling him handsome.
Then, he blamed sex. But the alcohol started to make effect and he started to think that the problem was just him. Brett wasn't understanding very much, but he could not ignore him. Greg said, a bit upset, that maybe his ego and fear was affecting his relationships.
—I guess it's the same, right? —Brett finally answered— Lips are lips.
—Don't know... A girl and a boy are really different, I think...
—I don't get you —he drunk. Then, he passed the bottle to his mate.
—I, I think that a guy doesn't make you feel the same like a girl does —Greg started to shake his hands, explaining.
—Are you gay?
Greg freezed.
—It's okay, I don't care if you are —Brett added—. I think it's cool.
—It is? —he said, insecure.
—Obviously. I mean, who's 100% straight? —Brett drunk again.
Greg stared at him, surprised. It's not that he didn't trust his best friend—but it was the first time that he admitted he like boys to someone. He was glad that he told him.
—Can I kiss you? To prove my point.
—Uh? —Brett leaves the bottle on the floor and turns to look at him— I guess.
Greg sighed, closing his eyes. He felt Brett's hands on his face, really soft. He opened his mouth, feeling Brett's nose slowly bumping into his face. Their lips met, moving slowly and lovely. «This feels pretty real» Greg thought.
For a second, he felt nervous, but Brett's hands, caressing his cheeks, made him calm down and ignore the fear. He was right: it was not the same. He moved his hands to Brett's breast, and he felt his heart going faster.
After a while, they separated and looked at each other's eyes.
—So —Greg said, his lip shaking slightly—, am I right?
—Yeah, I think you are.
They stared in silence for seconds.
—Can we kiss a bit more? —Greg asked.
Brett leaned in to kiss him. This time, the kiss was more intense. Greg lay down and Brett was on him, devouring his mouth. Greg moved his hands to Brett's waist and caressed him. They both started to sweat, Brett moved his tongue against Greg's and he giggled softly.
—What's so funny? —Brett whispered, looking at his face smiling.
—You taste like alcohol.
—You too, stupid, we were drinking.
Greg laughed and kissed Brett again.
—I like to kiss girls... and boys... But I love to kiss you.
—You're so sweet... —Brett left a kiss in his forehead.
—Hmm... —Greg looked confused.
—What?
—Is this, uh, normal?
—What? Kiss boys?
—No, I mean, it's normal to do this with a friend?
Brett stopped caressing his face and realised.
—Uhm... We are best friends, aren't we?
—Oh, yeah.
They got up and stared at each other, again.
—Well, Greg, do you wanna come to my house?