Kissing Practice - Part 1 Enjoy - please help out nifty with a contribution if you can. This story is about a budding mm relationship - proceed if you want.
Wednesday
"You want to do what?" Keith asked Ian. The question had caught him off guard and he stopped playing his game. On the screen, his avatar super soldier was quickly gunned down by the advancing aliens. He was shocked by the request, but ... oddly ... slightly intrigued.
The two teens had been best friends since they were born, it seemed. Their families lived next door to each other since before either was born. They were both in their second month of senior year and the homecoming was only a couple of days away.
"Listen," Ian began to explain, "I'm taking Lisa to the dance ... and well ... I've never kissed a girl before." Ian blushed and paused. His freckled face flared a deep shade of red. Ian's family hailed from Ireland. He was as typical as it comes, burnt red hair, hazel green eyes, and of course, freckles. He had a bean pole frame, standing at 6'2" and weighing in at a little over 12 stones (alright - 175 pounds, but Ian thought using the word stones made him sound hip or something).
Ian took a deep breath and continued in a rush, "So... I thought I could practice on you."
Keith was quiet for a minute. He was much slighter in stature and more solid. He only came to 5'9" but outweighed Ian by 5 pounds. As a shot put and discus thrower, Keith had hit the weights fairly hard. He might be heavier than Ian, but he definitely wasn't hefty. Finally he responded, "Sorry, bro, I'm not kissing a guy. Don't sweat it ... just do what seems natural."
Keith picked up the controller and started attacking aliens again. Ian, seeming slightly embarrassed by his question, decide to let the question drop for a moment. He picked up a second controller and dropped down next to Keith on the couch and joined in the action of the game.
They played for several minutes. Keith began to feel a warmth coming over him that seemed to emanate from Ian. His question kept replaying in his mind and he began to picture the two of them kissing. He suddenly found himself needing to adjust a bit. He lifted himself off his seat for a moment and sat back down. What the fuck? he thought, trying to figure out why Ian's question had affected him so. He renewed his concentration on the game and forced the images away.
After a couple more minutes of playing, Ian, still looking straight ahead at the screen, spoke again. "You remember the Pete Steven's incident." It wasn't a question.
After a pregnant pause in which Keith felt his face flush. He could see where this was leading. "Yes..." he replied slowly.
"I'm calling in that favor," Ian said simply.
Keith stopped playing and turned his head towards Ian. Ian continued to play, although without support from Keith's toon, the aliens quickly over ran the base. When his character finally died a brilliant death, he turned his head to Keith.
After a moment of the two boys staring at each other, Ian moved in ... and Keith didn't back away. He noticed that Ian had closed his eyes and elected to do the same. Suddenly he felt Ian's lips touch his.
Keith had kissed two girls previously, one he had managed a little bit of tongue. Both times, he had recalled the sweet and light fragrance from the girls, vapors of their perfume. There was a softness ... and a hesitancy that soon ended the moment.
The moment Ian's lips touched his, it was different. The scent that met him was strong and musky. Neither boy had showered after their respective practices - Ian running cross country and Keith playing soccer. And the kiss was not hesitant. Ian placed his hand behind Keith's head and pulled his head towards Ian's. Then he felt Ian's tongue seek entry. He opened his mouth and Ian's tongue invaded him. Without realizing it, Keith raised his arm and gripped the back of Ian's neck as he battled tongues.
Moments later, Ian pulled back. Keith was surprised to feel a sense of loss at the sudden ending of the kiss. He also realized his jock was suddenly under a lot of pressure.
Ian turned back to the game, picked up the remote and continued playing. "Thanks," was all he said. Keith followed suit. They were both quiet for awhile.
"What do think our chances are on Friday against Central?" Ian finally broke the silence. With that, they lapsed into talk of the upcoming game, an approaching test, and whatever else came into the mind of the two teenage boys ... but nothing about the kiss they had just shared.
Saturday
Ian answered the door. He was shirtless, wearing only his running shorts. It was Keith, it must have seen Ian arrive back from his cross country meet. He had competed in a 20 school match. He was still coming down from the runner's high and 4th place finish.
Keith had spent the morning cleaning up the yard. Autumn leaves in various shades of red, orange and yellow covered most lawns, but not at Keith's house. The day was crisp for early October, but the sun was out and still warm. He was still sporting the sleeveless T-shirt and athletic shorts he'd sworn all morning.
"Hey, come on in," Ian invited, opening the door and clearing the way.
"Thanks. What's for lunch?" Keith and Ian usually ate lunches together on the weekend. They switched back and forth between the two houses. After which they'd spend the rest of the afternoon horsing around.
"Mom left some pork steaks from the other night. There's also potatoes and apples."
The boys wandered into the kitchen and helped themselves.
"So how did it go?" Keith asked.
"Awesome! I came in fourth and beat my best run by 2.3 seconds!" Ian replied enthusiastically. His freckled face flushed with pride.
"That's sweet," Keith complimented thrusting out his fist to bump Ian. "... but I wasn't talking about your meet ... How'd things go with Lisa?"
"Oh that..." Ian's enthusiasm dipped noticeably. "Well, that..." He sputtered out.
"What?" Keith asked, completely curious. Last night he gone to the dance for a bit, but when he saw Ian dancing with Lisa he suddenly had a desire to leave. He'd would have said he was jealous, but he'd never begrudged his fiend a chance at some female action. He found himself hoping something had soured the relationship. "Did you kiss her?" he probed.
"We did kiss ... but she wasn't really into it. All I got was a quick touch of the lips and then a peck on the cheek from her." Ian's face flared red, and Keith supposed he was embarrassed for some reason.
"Well, maybe next weekend will go better," Keith offered.
"There won't be a next weekend," Ian began and then continued. "Truth is, we decided it just wasn't right." Ian quickly looked away from Keith. Keith suspected there was more to it, but Ian obviously didn't want to talk about right then.
"Hey ... sorry man. I know you liked her." Keith paused, "Tell you what ... let's go shoot some hoops and get your mind off her. There's a couple of descent movies at the Plex tonight, want to grab a flick after supper?"
Ian immediately perked back up. "Sure, that would be sweet." He got up from the table, rinsed his plates in the sink and loaded them in the dishwasher. Keith followed suit. "Oh, by the way, Mom and Dad are visiting Grandma Ann this weekend. They said you could stay over if you wanted, but no one else."
It wasn't unusual for one of the boys to offer the other to spend the night. They probably slept over one place or the other at least once a month. Bu the off the time made Keith feel a little giddy for some reason - not unlike when Sara Peets had agreed to hang out at the beach with him back in June. As he walked out the door after Ian, the memory of the kiss they shared a couple of days ago drifted into his mind. Keith shook his head to clear it as Ian threw him a basketball.
More to come .. Jasper - redwolf94@protonmail.com