One particular day after  school they went to Greyson's house to watch a DVD. His parents were a pain but at least they stayed out of Grey's room.

So far there hasn't been any strange feelings on Freddie's part.  That afternoon hadn't come up in conversation.  They were back to talking about the usual comics and TV shows they liked.  He and Greyson were good as far as he was concerned.  He couldn't understand his feelings when Greyson was just wiping him up.  Touching him. . .

"Let's go hang in my room." Greyson said as he led the way.  "The folks don't like me using the living room.  They say I'm too messy."

No kidding, Freddie thought.  Greyson's bedroom was a disaster as usual. Clothes and other items were scattered everywhere.  Why his folks didn't want him in the living room will forever be a mystery Freddie thought sarcastically.

"Jesus, don't you ever clean this room?" Freddie asked while trying to move clothes, books and shoes off so he could have a little space to sit.  "I've seen dumpsters neater than this."

Greyson flipped him off.  "Screw you."

Greyson turned on the TV and put in the DVD.  He shoved some stuff off his side of the bed and sat next to Freddie.  Rather close, Freddie noted.

For an hour they sat spellbound as the show played on.  Soon Freddie noticed that he could feel Greyson's body heat through their clothes, feel his warm breath hitting the side of his face.

Freddie turned around and was surprised to see Greyson staring back at him.  Not just a casual stare as usual but with an intensity that made Freddie a little nervous.

Plus a little hot.

"Uh, what's on your mind?" Freddie had to clear his throat before speaking. 

Greyson continued staring at him while biting his bottom lip.  The only sound was the TV. Without thinking Freddie moved a little closer. 

Greyson did too. 

"Are you going to run away," Greyson whispered.  "If I try to kiss you?"

Freddie had to swallow before answering.  "No," he said.  "I'm not going anywhere." He couldn't if he wanted to.

Slowly they inches their way until they were nose to nose with each other.

Then their lips touched.  Lightly at first, brushing against each other before moving in deep.  Freddie felt Greyson's hand moving up along the side of his neck.  He patted Grey's back.

Their first kiss.

Going by instinct they slid their lips against each other's before allowing their tongues to slip out and touch, gasping. Freddie was amazed at how soft Greyson's lips were. Somehow they leaned back on the bed, still kissing.

"Have you ever kissed anybody before?" Freddie asked when they finally broke apart.  He could feel himself shaking a little.  What was happening here?

"No," Greyson looked flushed.  "You?"

"Never."

"Figures," Greyson said with a smirk.  "You totally suck at it."

"Yeah, fuck you too." They giggled while holding each other.

"I think we need the practice," Greyson said, pulling Freddie closer.  "Don't you?"

"Practice does make perfect." Freddie agreed.  "If we suck so bad, why not?"

They never did find out how that movie ended.  For the rest of the evening all they did was to kiss and hold each other.

For the next few weeks the two found a new hobby that was way more fun than video games and watching TV.  Every chance they got, they would sneak away in closets, empty classrooms and under bleachers to hold and kiss each other. 

After school they would go straight to Grey's bedroom and right to the kissing. They couldn't get enough of it.  Freddie loved the feel of Greyson's lips, his tongue lightly touching his own. 

Soon they moved on to other sensitive areas.  Freddie loved it when Greyson kissed the sensitive side of his neck.  He loved hearing Greyson's moans when he touched and kissed his chest.  They had started removing their shirts during their make out sessions.  They went no further than hugging, kissing and touching above the danger zone.

Until the time the danger zone made its presence.

"What the hell is that?" Greyson said when something hard poked him.  It turned out to be Freddie's erection. 

"Aw damn." Freddie tried to turn away but Greyson held him.

"Wow!" Greyson gaped at it as it stood through Freddie's pants.  "Is that all yours?"

"Afraid so." Freddie noticed Greyson smirking and biting his bottom lip as he leaned against the pillows. "What?"

"I wanna see it. Can I?"

"Seriously?"

"Yeah," Greyson was looking flush, his breathing getting a little heavy.  "Can I see it? Please?"

Freddie felt a little hot himself.  He wanted to show himself to Greyson.  He pulled away from him and stood on his knees.  Still leaning on the pillows, Greyson watched intently as Freddie undid his pants.  He peeled them down along with his boxers, allowing his member to spring free.

Greyson didn't say a word as he stared up at Freddie, still biting his bottom lip.  His chest rose as he breathed rapidly.

"Can I touch it?" Greyson whispered after a while.

Freddie's own breathing made it difficult to talk so he nodded.  Greyson sat up and reached out.  He gently took Freddie's privates in his hand, sliding it around.  His hand felt so soft against him. 

"Oh man," Greyson whispered.  "You're so--"

Suddenly Freddie felt himself explode, his stuff shooting out all over Greyson's face and chest.

"Oh shit!" Greyson said as Freddie kept shooting.  "Jesus, stop!"

"I can't," Freddie could not stop himself from coming and moaning as his body jerked uncontrollably.

"What the hell is going on up there?" Mrs. Chance yelled.

Freddie was horrified.  There was Greyson nude from the waist up, covered in Freddie's jizz.  He didn't even want to know the punishment for that.

"Nothing, Mom!" Greyson called out.  "We're just playing around.  Sorry."

Freddie began pulling on his clothes.  "Come on, get cleaned up before she sees you like that." He snatched up some tissues and tossed them over.

Greyson just sat where he was, a weird smile appearing on his face as he wiped up.

"Grey, come on." Freddie hissed, not wanting an episode with Grey's crazy mom.

Greyson slid his hand along his chest and down to the waistband of his pants.

"It's not fair that you get to have all the fun," he said.  "What about me? Are you going to leave me hanging?"

He didn't have to tell Freddie twice.  Freddie listened for Mrs. Chance, heard nothing but the TV downstairs, then moved closer to Greyson.  He allowed Greyson to take his hand and slide it beneath the waistband.

"Oh my God!" Greyson shouted.  "Oh wow!"

"Shhh!"

"What the hell was that?" Footsteps pounded up the steps towards the room.

"Shit!" Freddie tried to pull his hand out.  "You and your big ass mouth."

"You keep turning me on."

They scrambled to get it together.  When Mrs. Chance burst open the door she found the boys buried halfway under the covers.

"The fuck are you two doing in bed?" she demanded, cigarette dangling from her lips.

"We were. . .cold." Greyson said.  He and Freddie hadn't had time to put their clothes back on.

"So turn the damn heat back on," Mrs. Chance said.  "And keep that damn noise down."

"Okay."

Before she left, Mrs. Chance shot back "And stop lying in bed together, that makes you look gay." She slammed the door.

Freddie and Greyson looked at each other before giggling.

"She's right," Greyson said.  "We do look gay."

"Wonder why."

They laughed and went back to their making out.

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