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Warning: Contains Boys Love.

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“Come on,” Aubrey's breathy voice whispered in the dark, “it’s no big deal.” What little space between them was then taken away when Aubrey closed the distance between the two of them; body against body, the only physical barrier between them the flimsy material of their clothes.

"Of course it's no big deal," Gabriel muttered back, echoing the other boy's sentiments, although his pounding heart said otherwise. He felt silly being the only one freaking out about the little game, while Aubrey, "as cool as a cucumber," didn't seem to care at all.

Nothing ever seemed like a big deal to Aubrey. His cool, calculating sky blue eyes always caught everything that went on around him without any sort of reaction. In a crowd, his gaze might pass over you, maybe even look at you if you were lucky, but he never really looked directly into your eyes. And when he wasn’t looking at anything in particular, he got into an almost dreamy state that was hard to break. He never frowned, but never really smiled either. He was as detached and cool as a celebrity, as the girls of their high school enthusiastically gossiped.

From years of casually observing the boy from a safe distance at their high school, Gabriel could only agree with them. Someone that cool and calm seemed intimidating, and it had always made Gabriel reluctant to approach Aubrey in hopes of getting to know him.

Yet here he stood, someone totally anonymous in comparison to Aubrey, locked in a closet with him! Gabriel wanted so badly to slap himself when the bottle had pointed towards him not even a few minutes ago. That one moment had lasted forever... The jeering of the circle had all accumulated into a swirling jumble of flirtatious and teasing chants and comments:

“Two boys? Sick!”

“Shit, man, you have to do this!”

Fire had seemed to gather in his cheeks. Red, hot, unwanted fire.

“Oooh, Aubrey has to go into the closet with him? Lucky bastard…”

Those calm eyes had only gazed at the bottle, dreamy and disinterested, before he risen from his knees, unaffected by everyone else in the room.

“Do it! Do it! Do it!”

There had only been that portentous chant when Gabriel was forced off of the floor and shoved into the closet where Aubrey stood, still and emotionless as a stone monument. In a brief moment, Aubrey’s eyes flittered over him, but not once did they connect with his. All that seemed alive in the world were Gabriel's nerves and the ever persistent chant echoing in the background as the door was closed, shutting the light off with it.

“Do it! Do it! Do it!”

Gabriel's eyes had gradually adjusted to the darkness, then it wasn't long before he found himself suddenly faced with another side of Aubrey that he never knew existed. Those once disconnected eyes were suddenly staring into his with a startling intensity. A devilish smirk tugged at Aubrey's finely shaped lips.

This wasn’t the Aubrey that Gabriel had stepped into the closet with. This wasn't the same person he'd catch a glimpse of in the high school hallways. This was almost a totally different person, and Gabriel's heart nearly beat right out of his chest at the realization.

Jittery from shaken nerves, Gabriel tore himself out of recent memories and focused on the sole alien feel of someone standing so close to him. He prayed that his anxiety didn't show.

“Don’t tell me you’re scared?” Came that cool voice again, this time a little lower and much closer. Gabriel tensed at the voice, the other boy's tone making him self-conscious.

“I—I’m not scared!” A lie.

“Are you sure?” A dare.

“Y—Yeah…I’m sure. Don’t worry about me.” Truth be told, he wasn’t sure…he wasn’t sure what to expect from Aubrey. He'd seemed so unaffected just moments ago, but now…it was almost as if he'd been plugged in, like he had been given a jolt and was suddenly present and alive in the world, instead of staring off into another.

There came a light, almost mocking chuckle. “Who said anything about me being worried about you?”

Gabriel frowned. How embarrassing! As if he didn’t already feel intimidated by the taller, more built boy. Now he'd just gone and made a fool of himself, the exact thing he didn't want to do. He'd never hear the end of this now. The seven minutes weren't even up yet and already it was going badly. Gabriel prayed that whatever happened next would be over and done with as quickly as possible.

Aubrey stared intensely into his, a devilish and coy smirk tugging at his finely shaped lips. “Ready?”

This wasn’t the Aubrey that Gabriel had stepped into the closet with. This was almost a totally different person, or at least a different side. That much Gabriel was sure of. But, different side or not, he couldn’t show fear to someone potentially stronger than he was. Gabriel nodded vigorously, ignoring the continuing jeers from everyone else on the outside.

“Do it! Do it! Do it!”

All that existed was him, Aubrey, and the task at hand.

“Yeah, I’m ready.”

Aubrey’s smirk deepened. He crushed his body against Gabriel’s without warning, eliciting a gasp of surprise from Gabriel. “Good. Because I’ll have you know, I don’t make it a habit of ‘making out’ with guys. But I have a reputation to keep. I’m not scared of anything and I’m not chickening out on a pathetic little game of ‘Seven minutes in heaven’…so I want this done once, and I want it done right.”

Gabriel stared up into Aubrey’s powerful eyes, his knees weak and wobbling.

“Oh you don’t have to worry. I’m not a fag or anything,” Gabriel responded, wishing he hadn’t had said it in such a manner. He had nothing against ‘fags’…but he wasn’t one, that much he was sure of. Aubrey said nothing, contributing to the awkward and apprehensive atmosphere of the tiny closet. Gabriel refused to give into the fear or the intimidation. It was now or never to get the embaressing situation out of the way. In one swift movement he stood on his toes and pressed his lips against Aubrey’s, eyes squeezed shut as tightly as he could, the only sound that seemed to echo outside of the closet and in his head: “do it, do it, do it!”

Gabriel fisted Aubrey’s shirt in his hands, pretending that the flat chest his hands were touching were voluptuous, soft, and full of curve. His tongue collided with Aubrey’s in a passionately fought duel for dominance, till teeth were brought in and painful and rough bites were added into the mix. He pretended that the person that he was lip-locked in such a heated fight with was one with long, bouncy hair and whose long, shaven legs went forever.

But no matter how hard he tried, all that Gabriel could feel and taste was all man. The chest his hands groped and fisted was full—but flat. The hair that brushed his cheeks was not long and full of bouncy curls that smelt of expensive hairspray, but was shorter—about the length of his own black and purple-dyed hair, and even if was a little strange, Aubrey's hair felt soft and it tickled him in a pleasant way.

Aubrey pulled away from Gabriel, panting heavily before he latched his mouth onto Gabriel’s neck, nipping, suckling, and kissing heavily as his hands quickly and thoroughly ran up and down his back. Slipping underneath his shirt and massaging his shoulder blades and the small of his back. Gabriel bit his lip, refusing to moan at the rough and delicious friction of Aubrey’s hands. He wouldn’t give Aubrey the satisfaction that he was actually enjoying this. Instead, he released the material of Aubrey’s shirt and began to almost mimic Aubrey’s hands, roughly running his hands up and down Aubrey’s torso, groping and feeling every inch of his upper body that was available to him. The chanting from earlier was a dim memory now, for what replaced it was quick and uneven panting and the out of place sounds of ruffling clothes.

Gabriel brought his hands up to Aubrey’s face and pulled Aubrey’s torturous lips away from his neck. Gabriel opened his eyes to look into Aubrey's sky blue eyes, twin pools swimming with desire, before he closed them again and forced those skillful pink lips back onto his, biting and licking at Aubrey’s lower lip. Aubrey opened his mouth and captured and drowned Gabriel in a heated kiss that stole his breath away.

Aubrey suddenly shoved Gabriel against the back wall of the closet, through a thick curtain of coats. Gabriel groaned when he felt something jabbing into his leg and adjusted his position. Aubrey took advantage of this moment and forced himself in-between Gabriel’s legs, driving his knee into a most intimate of places. Gabriel broke off their kiss and groaned at this new kind of friction, almost at Aubrey’s mercy. He arched his back against the wall, begging for Aubrey to grind against him, against that one spot again. His body ached for it and made it well known as he almost delicately ran his hands along Aubrey’s body in lustful worship, his lips forming words he never once realized he was panting.

Then the lustful ministrations stopped, much too sudden for Gabriel’s liking, and he realized that he was the only one still caught up in the dizzying haze. He opened his eyes and pulled back to look at Aubrey, who stared back, his expression as surprised and startled as if he’d been splashed with ice cold water.

“I…I’m not a fag,” Aubrey spoke out of nowhere, breathing heavy, cheeks flustered, and hands tightening on Gabriel’s body.

Gabriel could only stare back. He continued to pant, too far-gone to give a rat’s ass anymore about anything other than the warm body crushed against his. “Yeah, neither am I.”

With that said, they lunged into another lustful kiss, completely unaware of the prolonged silence, then the soft murmuring questions of the other teenagers from the other side of the closet door. Their seven minutes were long over.


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