Justin tapped his pencil against the table, raising his eyes until he was looking at Lance. “Don’t you think it sucks that we’re stuck here studying and they’re out partying?”
Lance answered without looking up from his textbook. “They’re older. They’ve been through this already.”
“I’m tired of them being older.”
Lance couldn’t help but crack a grin and look up at Justin. “Get used to it.”
“I mean, I’m as mature as they are. The drinking age here is sixteen. I’d just like to be out there doing something more interesting than studying once in a while.”
“When you’re older and educated, you’ll be glad that you aren’t older and not educated.”
“You don’t think we’ll be in the band for long do you?”
“I think it’s good to have an education and not rely on show business.”
Leaning across the table, Justin reached out and began tracing his index finger around Lance’s lips. “I think there are other things that are just as important to experience as education. Let’s take a break for a few.”
After slipping a bookmark into his textbook, Lance followed Justin over to the beds. As he was about to flop onto his own bed, Justin scooted over and patted the mattress beside him. “I want to talk.”
Lance climbed into the bed beside Justin, their legs touching as he looked into Justin’s eyes. “Talk about what?”
“Girls, kissing, sex.”
“If you keep that up, your mom will be here in a second. She just seems to know when you’re about to go somewhere you shouldn’t.”
“Why? It’s natural curiosity. Have you ever kissed a girl?”
Lance gazed into Justin’s eyes. The boy was truly interested. Lance had to look away as he replied. “Just on the cheek.”
“Not like relatives. I meant like girlfriends.”
“Yeah. I took girls on dates and kissed them goodnight on the cheek.”
Quickly overcome with laughter, Justin rolled onto his back, wiping the tears from his eyes. A minute later, he rolled back onto his stomach and faced Lance. “Wow. You stud you!”
“Yeah? I supposed you’ve done more.”
“I’ve at least kissed a girl on the mouth.”
“Maybe I’m not interested in girls,” sputtered Lance, closing his eyes and hanging his head when he realized what he’d said.
Justin stopped laughing and reached out, laying his hand on Lance’s shoulder. “Not interested as in, not right now, or not interested as in, you prefer boys?”
“I don’t know. I mean, how do you know?”
“Have you ever kissed a boy?”
“In Mississippi? Are you crazy? I would have been chased out of the state.”
“Are you curious?”
“About kissing?”
“About kissing a boy.”
“Why?” “You can kiss me. We could, you know, practice. Then it won’t be so awkward when we’re out with people for real.”
“Your mom would kill me!”
“No she wouldn’t. She’s already told me she’d be cool if I’m gay.”
“I can’t believe you talk to your mom about that stuff. My mom would go ballistic.”
“How do you know?”
“Because she’s from Mississippi and being gay is considered wrong down there. They think all gays will burn in hell. And I’m still her innocent baby boy. I always will be.”
“You won’t ever know what she really thinks unless you talk to her about it. In the meantime, kiss me, you fool.” Sitting up on the bed, Justin tossed his head back, closed his eyes and puckered his lips.
“You are insane.”
“Oh come on, Lance. We should practice. People are going to expect us to experiment and stuff. Just kiss me.”
Kissing 101 (part 1)
By Jacie
Justin tapped his pencil against the table, raising his eyes until he was looking at Lance. “Don’t you think it sucks that we’re stuck here studying and they’re out partying?”
Lance answered without looking up from his textbook. “They’re older. They’ve been through this already.”
“I’m tired of them being older.”
Lance couldn’t help but crack a grin and look up at Justin. “Get used to it.”
“I mean, I’m as mature as they are. The drinking age here is sixteen. I’d just like to be out there doing something more interesting than studying once in a while.”
“When you’re older and educated, you’ll be glad that you aren’t older and not educated.”
“You don’t think we’ll be in the band for long do you?”
“I think it’s good to have an education and not rely on show business.”
Leaning across the table, Justin reached out and began tracing his index finger around Lance’s lips. “I think there are other things that are just as important to experience as education. Let’s take a break for a few.”
After slipping a bookmark into his textbook, Lance followed Justin over to the beds. As he was about to flop onto his own bed, Justin scooted over and patted the mattress beside him. “I want to talk.”
Lance climbed into the bed beside Justin, their legs touching as he looked into Justin’s eyes. “Talk about what?”
“Girls, kissing, sex.”
“If you keep that up, your mom will be here in a second. She just seems to know when you’re about to go somewhere you shouldn’t.”
“Why? It’s natural curiosity. Have you ever kissed a girl?”
Lance gazed into Justin’s eyes. The boy was truly interested. Lance had to look away as he replied. “Just on the cheek.”
“Not like relatives. I meant like girlfriends.”
“Yeah. I took girls on dates and kissed them goodnight on the cheek.”
Quickly overcome with laughter, Justin rolled onto his back, wiping the tears from his eyes. A minute later, he rolled back onto his stomach and faced Lance. “Wow. You stud you!”
“Yeah? I supposed you’ve done more.”
“I’ve at least kissed a girl on the mouth.”
“Maybe I’m not interested in girls,” sputtered Lance, closing his eyes and hanging his head when he realized what he’d said.
Justin stopped laughing and reached out, laying his hand on Lance’s shoulder. “Not interested as in, not right now, or not interested as in, you prefer boys?”
“I don’t know. I mean, how do you know?”
“Have you ever kissed a boy?”
“In Mississippi? Are you crazy? I would have been chased out of the state.”
“Are you curious?”
“About kissing?”
“About kissing a boy.”
“Why?”
“You can kiss me. We could, you know, practice. Then it won’t be so awkward when we’re out with people for real.”
“Your mom would kill me!”
“No she wouldn’t. She’s already told me she’d be cool if I’m gay.”
“I can’t believe you talk to your mom about that stuff. My mom would go ballistic.”
“How do you know?”
“Because she’s from Mississippi and being gay is considered wrong down there. They think all gays will burn in hell. And I’m still her innocent baby boy. I always will be.”
“You won’t ever know what she really thinks unless you talk to her about it. In the meantime, kiss me, you fool.” Sitting up on the bed, Justin tossed his head back, closed his eyes and puckered his lips.
“You are insane.”
“Oh come on, Lance. We should practice. People are going to expect us to experiment and stuff. Just kiss me.”
(to be continued)