Chapter 59: Both - Morning After
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Ocean
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When my alarm went off in the morning, I felt like I hadn't slept at all. I felt so tired that I just didn't want to get out of bed. I know exactly why I had felt like that though. It was all Makai's fault. If it hadn't been for him, and the things he had said, and the things he had done, I wouldn't have had such a hard time falling asleep.
I guess I can't really blame it all on him though. I had gotten jealous. I had let my emotions get to me. I had dragged him down that alley and kissed him with everything that I had. And I had been the one to think about what I had in the shower. He never made me touch myself to the memories of his body.
I don't really think that it had been Makai's fault that I fell for him. It was just something that developed between us and pulled us together. But just because I was able to admit to myself that I liked him, it didn't mean that I would be able to tell him right away.
I mean, I could barely admit it to myself so how was I supposed to say the words to him? I had never even told Brittney that I loved her. I thought I loved her, and I implied it I guess, but I had never actually said it.
Why? Why hadn't I said it? Did I somehow, deep down, know she wasn't right for me? Or was it because somehow, subconsciously, I knew that I shouldn't be with her? Did I know that I never should have been with any woman at all?
"H..have I been gay all along?" I whispered as I asked the quiet room. "A..am I really gay?" I couldn't answer that, not really. I had dated Brittney so I wasn't, right? But I was actually attracted to Makai in a way I had never been attracted to Brittney.
Sleeping with Britt the bitch had been like something that I accepted as a reward that was to come for me eventually. When I got it, I got it. I never rushed her. But, my hands itched to touch more of Makai. I couldn't get enough of the feel of him in the palms of my hands. Was that actually called attraction? I think it was.
While I contemplated what was going on with me, my mom yelled for me from downstairs.
"Ocean! You're running late." Her voice was still sweet, but she was rushing me as well. I guess they had gotten back late last night or early this morning. "Get up, or you're going to miss practice."
"I'm too sick to go." I yelled down to her without leaving my bed.
"Ocean? Are you OK?" She was rushing up the stairs as she came to check up on me.
"He's fine." I heard my dad as he grumbled. "Come on, son, get up."
"I'm exhausted Dad. The tournament took a lot out of me, especially that finals round. I can barely move." I put on a little bit of an act as I said it; they would eat it up. I never wanted to miss school because I never wanted to miss practice.
"Honey? Are you sure that's all it is? Are you feeling anything else?" Mom came into my room then. I was glad I was covered up, I was only in my boxers after all.
"I'm fine Mom, I'm just tired. I swam so much in such a short amount of time that it just took so much out of me. Coming in first place was worth it, but I am still exhausted."
"You won?! Why didn't you tell us sooner?! You little brat!" Mom smacked my foot then and laughed happily. "I knew you could do it though; I am so proud of you!"
"Good job, son!" Dad called from the hall.
"You stay in bed and rest up. I have like eight houses to show today so I probably won't have time to come home for lunch, and I didn't make much of a breakfast; I'm sorry."
"I can fend for myself." I smiled at her. "I'll be alright, I just want to sleep."
"Alright. I'll call you later, OK?" Mom kissed my head and left the room then.
I heard both of my parents leave a little while later. I was finally alone in the house and alone with my thoughts. I really was tired though, so I decided to go back to sleep. However, right as I was on the verge of sleep, my phone rang. It was my coach.
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Makai
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Practice had actually started almost ten minutes ago, and Ocean wasn't here. I was nervous. I was nervous when I didn't see him in the locker room while we were getting ready. I was nervous when I went out with the rest of the team, and he still wasn't here. What was going on with him? Did this have something to do with me?
Well, I guess we will find out soon. Coach Dickson was on the phone with him now. I just felt my stomach clenching and twisting in knots the entire time.
"Hey, Kai, are you alright?" I heard someone say next to my head, but I ignored them so I could hear the coach's words.
"Are you alright?" He sounded worried for a moment. Was there something seriously wrong? Was it Ocean's head injury? What was happening? "Are you sure there's nothing else? Could it be a bug?" At that the coach turned to look at the rest of us, most likely making sure that we were doing our warm ups. "Uh huh. Alright, well if you're doing better tomorrow, I will see you then, but don't push yourself, alright?"
He hung up the phone then and looked right at me. There was a little bit of anger and fear in his eyes when he called out to me.
"Rivers?"
"Yeah, Coach?" I asked him as I looked up, abandoning my conditioning exercises and walking toward him.
"How are you feeling? Anything wrong? Shores is under the weather, and you're not looking too good yourself."
"Well, to be honest Coach, I am a bit tired." That wasn't a lie, but I was playing it up a little.
"Go home. I don't need the two of you getting sick, or the rest of the team either. Go get some sleep, and don't come back to school until you feel better. If that is tomorrow, fine: if it's Wednesday, that's fine too. You guys need to take care of yourselves." The sternness in his voice was unexpected, but I wasn't going to argue with him. I really was tired since I hadn't slept much last night.
I had spent most of last night thinking about Ocean; the rest I had spent thinking about how he was going to react to last night. It had left me with very little time to actually sleep. Well, since I was being sent home, I wonder where I should go. I mean, I wasn't really going to go home now, was I?
Nope, I was going to go where my heart took me. And my stomach. I was still hungry. My heart wanted to take me to Ocean's house, and my stomach wanted to take me to the Waterton Grill. Well, there was no reason I couldn't do both. I wonder if Ocean has had breakfast yet.
After going to the diner to order food, a lot of food, I drove straight to Ocean's place. It looked like neither of his parents were home so that was good. I don't know if they came home yet or not, but I could tell that there were no more cars in the driveway than there were last night. I guess they could be in the garage, but that was a risk I had to take. Here goes nothing.
I grabbed the two large bags filled full of food and walked up to the door. After ringing the bell, I waited a few minutes for someone to come down to answer it. I could hear whoever it was that was approaching; they had stumbled as they went down the stairs and grumbled a few times. Had I woke them up? It definitely sounded like that had been what happened. Oh, well, there was no taking it back now. I mean, I could hear them opening the door already.
The next thing that I knew the door was being pulled open, and Ocean was standing there. His hair was a mess, his eyes were clouded with sleep, his chest was bare, and he was only wearing a pair of black boxer briefs that fit snugly against his curves in a way that I was very appreciative of.
"Yeah?" His voice had been slightly annoyed, since I had clearly just woken him up.
"Well, I certainly enjoy the sight, but I hope you don't answer the door like that all the time." I grinned at him playfully as I eyed him up and down slowly.
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Ocean
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When my alarm went off in the morning, I felt like I hadn't slept at all. I felt so tired that I just didn't want to get out of bed. I know exactly why I had felt like that though. It was all Makai's fault. If it hadn't been for him, and the things he had said, and the things he had done, I wouldn't have had such a hard time falling asleep.
I guess I can't really blame it all on him though. I had gotten jealous. I had let my emotions get to me. I had dragged him down that alley and kissed him with everything that I had. And I had been the one to think about what I had in the shower. He never made me touch myself to the memories of his body.
I don't really think that it had been Makai's fault that I fell for him. It was just something that developed between us and pulled us together. But just because I was able to admit to myself that I liked him, it didn't mean that I would be able to tell him right away.
I mean, I could barely admit it to myself so how was I supposed to say the words to him? I had never even told Brittney that I loved her. I thought I loved her, and I implied it I guess, but I had never actually said it.
Why? Why hadn't I said it? Did I somehow, deep down, know she wasn't right for me? Or was it because somehow, subconsciously, I knew that I shouldn't be with her? Did I know that I never should have been with any woman at all?
"H..have I been gay all along?" I whispered as I asked the quiet room. "A..am I really gay?" I couldn't answer that, not really. I had dated Brittney so I wasn't, right? But I was actually attracted to Makai in a way I had never been attracted to Brittney.
Sleeping with Britt the bitch had been like something that I accepted as a reward that was to come for me eventually. When I got it, I got it. I never rushed her. But, my hands itched to touch more of Makai. I couldn't get enough of the feel of him in the palms of my hands. Was that actually called attraction? I think it was.
While I contemplated what was going on with me, my mom yelled for me from downstairs.
"Ocean! You're running late." Her voice was still sweet, but she was rushing me as well. I guess they had gotten back late last night or early this morning. "Get up, or you're going to miss practice."
"I'm too sick to go." I yelled down to her without leaving my bed.
"Ocean? Are you OK?" She was rushing up the stairs as she came to check up on me.
"He's fine." I heard my dad as he grumbled. "Come on, son, get up."
"I'm exhausted Dad. The tournament took a lot out of me, especially that finals round. I can barely move." I put on a little bit of an act as I said it; they would eat it up. I never wanted to miss school because I never wanted to miss practice.
"Honey? Are you sure that's all it is? Are you feeling anything else?" Mom came into my room then. I was glad I was covered up, I was only in my boxers after all.
"I'm fine Mom, I'm just tired. I swam so much in such a short amount of time that it just took so much out of me. Coming in first place was worth it, but I am still exhausted."
"You won?! Why didn't you tell us sooner?! You little brat!" Mom smacked my foot then and laughed happily. "I knew you could do it though; I am so proud of you!"
"Good job, son!" Dad called from the hall.
"You stay in bed and rest up. I have like eight houses to show today so I probably won't have time to come home for lunch, and I didn't make much of a breakfast; I'm sorry."
"I can fend for myself." I smiled at her. "I'll be alright, I just want to sleep."
"Alright. I'll call you later, OK?" Mom kissed my head and left the room then.
I heard both of my parents leave a little while later. I was finally alone in the house and alone with my thoughts. I really was tired though, so I decided to go back to sleep. However, right as I was on the verge of sleep, my phone rang. It was my coach.
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Makai
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Practice had actually started almost ten minutes ago, and Ocean wasn't here. I was nervous. I was nervous when I didn't see him in the locker room while we were getting ready. I was nervous when I went out with the rest of the team, and he still wasn't here. What was going on with him? Did this have something to do with me?
Well, I guess we will find out soon. Coach Dickson was on the phone with him now. I just felt my stomach clenching and twisting in knots the entire time.
"Hey, Kai, are you alright?" I heard someone say next to my head, but I ignored them so I could hear the coach's words.
"Are you alright?" He sounded worried for a moment. Was there something seriously wrong? Was it Ocean's head injury? What was happening? "Are you sure there's nothing else? Could it be a bug?" At that the coach turned to look at the rest of us, most likely making sure that we were doing our warm ups. "Uh huh. Alright, well if you're doing better tomorrow, I will see you then, but don't push yourself, alright?"
He hung up the phone then and looked right at me. There was a little bit of anger and fear in his eyes when he called out to me.
"Rivers?"
"Yeah, Coach?" I asked him as I looked up, abandoning my conditioning exercises and walking toward him.
"How are you feeling? Anything wrong? Shores is under the weather, and you're not looking too good yourself."
"Well, to be honest Coach, I am a bit tired." That wasn't a lie, but I was playing it up a little.
"Go home. I don't need the two of you getting sick, or the rest of the team either. Go get some sleep, and don't come back to school until you feel better. If that is tomorrow, fine: if it's Wednesday, that's fine too. You guys need to take care of yourselves." The sternness in his voice was unexpected, but I wasn't going to argue with him. I really was tired since I hadn't slept much last night.
I had spent most of last night thinking about Ocean; the rest I had spent thinking about how he was going to react to last night. It had left me with very little time to actually sleep. Well, since I was being sent home, I wonder where I should go. I mean, I wasn't really going to go home now, was I?
Nope, I was going to go where my heart took me. And my stomach. I was still hungry. My heart wanted to take me to Ocean's house, and my stomach wanted to take me to the Waterton Grill. Well, there was no reason I couldn't do both. I wonder if Ocean has had breakfast yet.
After going to the diner to order food, a lot of food, I drove straight to Ocean's place. It looked like neither of his parents were home so that was good. I don't know if they came home yet or not, but I could tell that there were no more cars in the driveway than there were last night. I guess they could be in the garage, but that was a risk I had to take. Here goes nothing.
I grabbed the two large bags filled full of food and walked up to the door. After ringing the bell, I waited a few minutes for someone to come down to answer it. I could hear whoever it was that was approaching; they had stumbled as they went down the stairs and grumbled a few times. Had I woke them up? It definitely sounded like that had been what happened. Oh, well, there was no taking it back now. I mean, I could hear them opening the door already.
The next thing that I knew the door was being pulled open, and Ocean was standing there. His hair was a mess, his eyes were clouded with sleep, his chest was bare, and he was only wearing a pair of black boxer briefs that fit snugly against his curves in a way that I was very appreciative of.
"Yeah?" His voice had been slightly annoyed, since I had clearly just woken him up.
"Well, I certainly enjoy the sight, but I hope you don't answer the door like that all the time." I grinned at him playfully as I eyed him up and down slowly.
~~Ocean~~When my alarm went off in the morning, I felt like I hadn't slept at all. I felt so tired that I just didn't want to get out of bed. I know exactly why I had felt like that though. It was all Makai's fault. If it hadn't been for him, and the things he had said, and the things he had done, I wouldn't have had such a hard time falling asleep.I guess I can't really blame it all on him though. I had gotten jealous. I had let my emotions get to me. I had dragged him down that alley and kissed him with everything that I had. And I had been the one to think about what I had in the shower. He never made me touch myself to the memories of his body.I don't really think that it had been Makai's fault that I fell for him. It was just something that developed between us and pulled us together. But just because I was able to admit to myself that I liked him, it didn't mean that I would be able to tell him right away.I mean, I could barely admit it to myself so how was I supposed to say the words to him? I had never even told Brittney that I loved her. I thought I loved her, and I implied it I guess, but I had never actually said it.Why? Why hadn't I said it? Did I somehow, deep down, know she wasn't right for me? Or was it because somehow, subconsciously, I knew that I shouldn't be with her? Did I know that I never should have been with any woman at all?"H..have I been gay all along?" I whispered as I asked the quiet room. "A..am I really gay?" I couldn't answer that, not really. I had dated Brittney so I wasn't, right? But I was actually attracted to Makai in a way I had never been attracted to Brittney.Sleeping with Britt the bitch had been like something that I accepted as a reward that was to come for me eventually. When I got it, I got it. I never rushed her. But, my hands itched to touch more of Makai. I couldn't get enough of the feel of him in the palms of my hands. Was that actually called attraction? I think it was.While I contemplated what was going on with me, my mom yelled for me from downstairs."Ocean! You're running late." Her voice was still sweet, but she was rushing me as well. I guess they had gotten back late last night or early this morning. "Get up, or you're going to miss practice.""I'm too sick to go." I yelled down to her without leaving my bed."Ocean? Are you OK?" She was rushing up the stairs as she came to check up on me."He's fine." I heard my dad as he grumbled. "Come on, son, get up.""I'm exhausted Dad. The tournament took a lot out of me, especially that finals round. I can barely move." I put on a little bit of an act as I said it; they would eat it up. I never wanted to miss school because I never wanted to miss practice."Honey? Are you sure that's all it is? Are you feeling anything else?" Mom came into my room then. I was glad I was covered up, I was only in my boxers after all."I'm fine Mom, I'm just tired. I swam so much in such a short amount of time that it just took so much out of me. Coming in first place was worth it, but I am still exhausted.""You won?! Why didn't you tell us sooner?! You little brat!" Mom smacked my foot then and laughed happily. "I knew you could do it though; I am so proud of you!""Good job, son!" Dad called from the hall."You stay in bed and rest up. I have like eight houses to show today so I probably won't have time to come home for lunch, and I didn't make much of a breakfast; I'm sorry.""I can fend for myself." I smiled at her. "I'll be alright, I just want to sleep.""Alright. I'll call you later, OK?" Mom kissed my head and left the room then.I heard both of my parents leave a little while later. I was finally alone in the house and alone with my thoughts. I really was tired though, so I decided to go back to sleep. However, right as I was on the verge of sleep, my phone rang. It was my coach.~~Makai~~Practice had actually started almost ten minutes ago, and Ocean wasn't here. I was nervous. I was nervous when I didn't see him in the locker room while we were getting ready. I was nervous when I went out with the rest of the team, and he still wasn't here. What was going on with him? Did this have something to do with me?Well, I guess we will find out soon. Coach Dickson was on the phone with him now. I just felt my stomach clenching and twisting in knots the entire time."Hey, Kai, are you alright?" I heard someone say next to my head, but I ignored them so I could hear the coach's words."Are you alright?" He sounded worried for a moment. Was there something seriously wrong? Was it Ocean's head injury? What was happening? "Are you sure there's nothing else? Could it be a bug?" At that the coach turned to look at the rest of us, most likely making sure that we were doing our warm ups. "Uh huh. Alright, well if you're doing better tomorrow, I will see you then, but don't push yourself, alright?"He hung up the phone then and looked right at me. There was a little bit of anger and fear in his eyes when he called out to me."Rivers?""Yeah, Coach?" I asked him as I looked up, abandoning my conditioning exercises and walking toward him."How are you feeling? Anything wrong? Shores is under the weather, and you're not looking too good yourself.""Well, to be honest Coach, I am a bit tired." That wasn't a lie, but I was playing it up a little."Go home. I don't need the two of you getting sick, or the rest of the team either. Go get some sleep, and don't come back to school until you feel better. If that is tomorrow, fine: if it's Wednesday, that's fine too. You guys need to take care of yourselves." The sternness in his voice was unexpected, but I wasn't going to argue with him. I really was tired since I hadn't slept much last night.I had spent most of last night thinking about Ocean; the rest I had spent thinking about how he was going to react to last night. It had left me with very little time to actually sleep. Well, since I was being sent home, I wonder where I should go. I mean, I wasn't really going to go home now, was I?Nope, I was going to go where my heart took me. And my stomach. I was still hungry. My heart wanted to take me to Ocean's house, and my stomach wanted to take me to the Waterton Grill. Well, there was no reason I couldn't do both. I wonder if Ocean has had breakfast yet.After going to the diner to order food, a lot of food, I drove straight to Ocean's place. It looked like neither of his parents were home so that was good. I don't know if they came home yet or not, but I could tell that there were no more cars in the driveway than there were last night. I guess they could be in the garage, but that was a risk I had to take. Here goes nothing.I grabbed the two large bags filled full of food and walked up to the door. After ringing the bell, I waited a few minutes for someone to come down to answer it. I could hear whoever it was that was approaching; they had stumbled as they went down the stairs and grumbled a few times. Had I woke them up? It definitely sounded like that had been what happened. Oh, well, there was no taking it back now. I mean, I could hear them opening the door already.The next thing that I knew the door was being pulled open, and Ocean was standing there. His hair was a mess, his eyes were clouded with sleep, his chest was bare, and he was only wearing a pair of black boxer briefs that fit snugly against his curves in a way that I was very appreciative of."Yeah?" His voice had been slightly annoyed, since I had clearly just woken him up."Well, I certainly enjoy the sight, but I hope you don't answer the door like that all the time." I grinned at him playfully as I eyed him up and down slowly.
