Boy meets Boy and Boy and Boy

Eric is boy who meets boy after boy after boy and battles with his feelings for each of them. Romance and friendship is a fine line in his case.
Trigger warning for homophobic slurs


2. Chapter Two

Flashback ~

  The moment I saw him at the party I felt my heart pounding in my chest, telling me to just talk to him because every time I did I felt like I was completely euphoric. Even though he didn't see me as anything more than some guy that was in a few of his classes he meant so much more to me. I made sure to remember everything he's ever done for me and said to me, whether it be giving me a spare pencil or telling me the answer to a question so I wouldn't be embarrassed. He didn't even stop after everyone realised that I'm gay. I shouldn't have said anything about that stupid Romeo & Juliet interpretation, I wasn't going to actually tell the school about my sexuality because I didn't want him to know that I liked him. If he did then he might see me differently. But, I forgot about all of that when I saw him walking towards me and smiling like he had been wanting to see me for years.
"Eric! Hi, I didn't know you were coming," He said.
"Yeah, it was a last minute decision."
"Well, I'm glad you're here, I'll probably be seeing a lot of you tonight," He said and turned around and before I could think about it I grabbed his arm. "Eric?"
"Um, Dylan, can I talk to you later? Like in half an hour in Zach's bedroom?" I asked, staring at the floor.
"Yeah sure, I'll see you there," He said, I let go of him and watched him walk away. I didn't know what I had just done, I didn't think and now everything was going to come out and he was going to hate me. I told myself to just leave but instead I walked up to Zach's bedroom and sat on the bed, waiting for Dylan.
  I heard the door open and jumped up just as he walked in, closing the door behind him. I stared at him and realised why I liked him so much, even in this awkward situation he still had a beautiful smile on his face and he looked perfect and radiant even though he was sweating from the party.
"What did you want to talk about?" He asked, I bit my lip and began pacing around the room trying to think of the words to say. He walked over to the bed and sat down, watching me as I walked. "Eric? You can talk about anything you-"
"I like you," I just blurted out and froze, clenching my fists against my chest.
"I like you, like not in a friend way, in a gay way, I'm gay by the way. God, why did I say anything? Just forget it, I'll leave you alone don't worry I-" I was interrupted by his lips on mine, he held my face in his hands and then he pulled away, stroking my cheek and resting his forehead against mine.
"I like you too."

"I like you too," He repeated and I just let my mouth hang open as I tried to figure out the words to say. Suddenly we heard a bang from outside the room and he jumped away from me, staring at the door with wide eyes.
"You don't want to tell anyone though?" I said and he looked over at me.
"You know I can't, Eric, you've seen the way they are." His gaze was soft and he looked genuinely scared.
"As long as we can be together, that's the important thing," I said and he smiled at me but he didn't touch me again that day and from then on he kept his distance a lot more. We rarely spoke at school but we texted each other constantly to make plans and we met up a lot. We only met at each other's houses though, we couldn't be seen together in public. It wasn't the best of situations but I liked him a lot so I let it pass.

  After a few months of this posters for the Winter dance started to be posted up all around the school and every time I saw one I thought about how amazing it would be if I could've gone with Dylan. I was going to ask him if we could ditch it and hang out together before I saw her, Lauren Preston, asking him to go with her. She was in the same league as Dylan so it made since but I never expected him to say yes. So when he did it broke my heart a little. I told myself it was just for appearances but it still hurt no matter how many times I said it.
After school I got a text from him asking if he could come round and I said he could. Before I knew it he was at my house and we were sitting in my room, I didn't know what to say I wanted to talk about Lauren but I knew I shouldn't. I would just seem jealous and we hadn't even talked about our relationship, whether it was a real thing or not we had just been making out and maybe it was a casual thing. I didn't know.
"Hey," He said, snapping me out of my thoughts. "I'm guessing you heard about me going to the Winter dance with Lauren? It's just a stupid dance and I couldn't exactly say no to her, everyone would suspect something, she doesn't mean anything, I love you." I looked at him and saw he was staring right back at me.
"I love you too," I said and then we were kissing and acting like nothing else in the world mattered because in that moment it didn't.
  At the dance I sat on the side lines and watched Dylan laughing and dancing with Lauren. It was painful to watch but I didn't want to look away. I was hoping one day that that would be us and we would be able to be a couple in front of people but I knew that was a fantasy.
"You came alone? Poor little poof." I ignored this voice and stared at the floor so that they couldn't link Dylan to me. "Hey, don't ignore me!" He said and shoved me, causing me to trip and fall to the floor.
"Hey, what're you doing?" Dylan said, I didn't want to look at him. He shouldn't have been getting involved it would just end up bad for him.
"Why are you sticking up for this loser?" The guy scoffed.
"Because you're being a dick for no reason, come on Eric," Dylan said, grabbing my arm and pulling me up. He dragged me to the toilets to help clean me up and I just began crying. "Hey, hey, what's wrong?"
"They're going to start going after you, I can't let that happen to you, I can't," I said and he just sighed and wiped my tears away.
"That's not going to happen, okay? You don't need to protect me anyway, I'll be fine," He reassured me and I nodded even though I didn't believe him. "We have some time alone, come on." He pulled me into a stall and locked it behind us. He grabbed my waist and started passionately kissing me, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed back. It seemed like forever had passed until he started to feel underneath my shirt, causing me to gasp. "Is this okay? Are you okay with this?"
"Yeah, yeah, it's fine, I'm just a little shocked."
"I'm sorry," He said and kissed my neck.
"You're going to leave a mark!" I hissed and he just laughed against my neck and carried on, letting his hand travel across my torso and travelling lower and lower until he reached my waistband. "You can carry on," I breathed and so he did. His hands were like magic and that was one of the greatest moments of my life just because I loved being intimate with him. When we were together I felt special and that was the first time he risked being near me just because he cared about me so much.
  Today was the day. After almost a year of seeing each other in secret we had finally planned to go all the way and I was actually really scared. I was terrified that I was going to do something bad or he just wasn't going to like it. He knocked on my door and when I opened it I saw that he was equally as nervous as me. I pulled him inside and we ran into my room, we were both eager to do this. He pulled me close and kissed me. It wasn't a hurried kiss, it was slow and loving and when he pulled apart he rested his forehead on mine and it reminded me of our first kiss.
"I love you," He whispered.
"I love you too," I said and he returned his lips to mine. Our clothes came off and we made our way to the bed, not leaving each other's lips. I had never felt more exposed or more nervous but I was so ready at least until I heard the door open and he shoved me off of him.
"Oh God, I'm sorry, I'll...I'll just go." It was Sarah. She was my neighbour but she also went to the same school as us. I forgot to close the door. I was an idiot. I shouldn't have been so eager and now Dylan was crying on the bed and there was nothing I could do to calm him down, nothing I said worked he just kept crying. He then wiped his eyes furiously and put on all of his clothes.
"Where are you going?" I asked, hopping into my jeans. He didn't reply, he just left and I tried to run after him but I was too late. He was gone.
  School was different. I was used to people calling me things, even throwing things at me but everyone was just staring and whispering at me. I didn't know what to do except try to ignore them. It was like that the whole day until after P.E. when I was getting changed these guys came up behind me and told me what happened. And everything made sense.
"You tried to make Dylan you're bitch, you're sick and twisted. How could you try to force him into your gay life?"
"Just because he helped you out doesn't mean he wanted your dick, you pervert!" And then they pushed me and hit me and I couldn't do anything about it. I guessed that meant me and Dylan was over and therefore the best time of my life was over. 
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