I think I stuffed this one
up, but it’s too late to change things no. I’m going to go with the fact that I’m
not American and 4th of July is just a date on a calendar to me, and normally
in the time when I’m always the most stress as its TAX time.
I say I think because I honestly
can’t remember where the link originated from, so I can’t double check and make
sure I AM doing it right
Anyway, here’s my flash
fiction, hope you enjoy it, even if it doesn’t make the rest of the hop
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His hand was hesitant, though I’m not sure how you
could really call the sliding of a hand over my thigh before cupping my hand
hesitant, but I knew it was. I knew it took a lot of courage for him to make
that sort of move. There were two reasons why I knew this, one, was that we’d
have been best friends for longer than I wish to say, you know, don’t want to
date myself or anything. The other was that up until the party last night I’d
always been told he was straight.
It wasn’t that I thought it, he’d always told me this.
Told everyone, maybe a little too much around the time I’d come out, which in
retrospect could have been the reason why he did, but that didn’t mean I hadn’t
believed him. Hell, I’d never been given a reason to think he swung my way.
The party, though, as alcohol shut down inhibitions
and allowed you to do things you wouldn’t while sober.
His had been a kiss, it wasn’t really the first time a
straight guy had kissed me, I hung around a bunch of them, and it was quite
easy for them to use me in gay chicken or drunken dares. I didn’t particularly
mind, hell most of the time I many have asked for it, without them knowing
that’s what I wanted, but my jackoff material got boring after a while and I
needed the flesh of someone else on me, even for a minute to help push me over
the edge at some nights as I remembered back.
He’s kissed me without a reason, and without a gang of
guys watching us. Well, they did end up watching us, because I don’t really
think most of my mates were as straight as they’d said they were, but that
wasn’t really the point.
We’d had a fun night from that first kiss, one of
nakedness and sweat and fluids, that I was sure would be forgotten, or simply
put up as a drunken fuck, it was his specialty after all. Instead, here he was,
in my car as I drove him home, reaching out, connecting us. Hope bubbled in my
chest.
Apparently, he wanted more.
Well, I definitely wasn’t going to complain, after all
he’d been the one I’d wanted to kiss me than anything all those years ago.
Nice! I like this MC's voice and personality :)
ReplyDeleteYou hit the midsummer madness button just fine!
ReplyDeleteLoved it!
and I don't know why I can't pub this under my own name, but it's me, Heloise :)
DeleteUplifting little flash! Thanks for participating, Bronwyn! :)
ReplyDeleteLove how the holding of hands can be so much more significant than the drunken hook-up. Fun story!
ReplyDeleteSuch a sweet flash. Are you going to develop this couple? It sounds like it could make an interesting story.
ReplyDeleteyes, there is a plan to write out the whole story, not sure when I'll get to it, but it's spark some massive ideas :)
DeleteEE! I love best-friends-to-lovers stories :) So sweet!
ReplyDeleteOh, dear, this is a hell of a hot summer night. Hope you find time to develop a story soon because I love the MCs voice. Thanks for participating!
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