Date: Sun, 27 Feb 2005 23:00:03 -0500 (EST)
From: mori jane <morijane3004@yahoo.ca>
Subject: Flames to Ice- Chapter 2

Readers: Please don't read this is homosexual content offends you--but i'm
guessing it doesn't because you're here--or if its illegal. I hope you
enjoy this and any feeback is greatly appreciated.


Chapter 2

"You're thinking about him aren't you?"

Startled, I looked up at Kat. I must have spaced out or something. I could
have sworn there had been more people around. The courtyard in front of the
school was now abandoned. Well, except for us.

"What?" I said stupidly. Then her words sunk in. "Who would I be thinking
about?"

I watched as Kat's eyes trailed down to my cock. That was hard again,
damnit. Actually, I don't think it went down since I saw Alex. She stared
at it for a few seconds, purposely making me squirm. Then her eyes snapped
up to mine and smirked.

"Who would I be thinking about?" she mimicked. "Only him.and his huge
cock. And what it would feel like in my hand, in my mouth, in my
ass. Fucking me hard... Isn't that right, Damian?"

I blushed like mad. Kat was cheeky as shit, and I thanked God that my olive
complexion hid the red hue.somewhat. She was right. I was thinking about
Alex, but I wasn't about to give her that satisfaction. I cleared my
throat.

"Actually, Kat, I was thinking about Lisa Whinters and those huge juicy
tits." I lifted my hands up to chest height to fondle imaginary breasts
like straight guys did in the locker room, and licked my lips lewdly.

She was taken aback for a second before cracking up. She came up to me, ran
one hand up my chest and placed the other on my ass and squeezed.

"Wow stud. That was hot. Are you sure you're not straight? Cause I know a
few girls, myself included that would love it if you touched them like
that." Her voice was husky as she batted her eyelashes at me.

Shit. One of these days I'll win. She's just too good at the game. No
matter how uncomfortable I try to make her she always knows how to beat
me. After all, she can just play "straight girl hitting on me" and I'll
freak out. And she's not afraid to do it either. It's actually how she got
me to come out to her. We've been friends since she moved next door in
grade 7, but she says she never suspected that I was gay until grade 9.

Now Kat's the kind of girl straight guys and lesbians think is hot. All of
our mutual guy friends had started hitting on her, but I never tried to get
with her. But since I never even hinted to her that I didn't like girls,
she tried to push me over the edge by constantly hitting on me. One day she
kissed me and I freaked out, pushing her away--lightly of course. She asked
me why I did that, and I slowly came out to her.

Now, she has never had a problem with gay people because she had a fit
whenever people talked shit about them, but I was still confused and didn't
know if it was a good idea to tell her at the time. Well I found out later
that she got mad at haters because she thought I was gay and cared about me
enough that she didn't want me to get hurt by all those fucked up
comments. She's been great about all of it, giving me support when I needed
it and I love her for it.  Except then she goes and purposely makes me
uncomfortable again. Like now.

I extracted myself carefully from her arms, picked up my backpack and
walked down the steps towards the bus stop, leaving her to follow.

I sat down on the bench to wait for the bus. The sky was one of those
amazing purple blues, and no clouds were in site. I sighed, content. I love
spring; the light breeze on my skin, the warmth from the sun, the clear
skies, even the times that it rains.

I felt her sit next to me, swinging her arm around my shoulders. I raised
my hand up to grab hers and squeezed lightly.

"So," she ventured. "Which movie are we seeing tonight?" We've had this
thursday night tradition for the past 2 years. Yeah, it was a school night,
but we work hard enough during the week.

"We can't do it tonight, remember? I've got my go to my new job," I
replied. I had applied to Foot Locker two weeks ago. I wanted to add to my
savings, but I also wanted to go somewhere for Spring Break. My parents
were willing to pay for it, but I didn't want them to pay for it
all. Besides, I could get clothes cheaper with the employee discount.

"Oh yeah. Okay, but then we have to choose another night to have our movie
night," she replied. I nodded. "So are we going to get together at Mark's
tomorrow? He just got a pool table on Tuesday."

"Sweet. How's it going with him?" I asked. They had been going out for 2
months now. That was a record for Kat. I think it was getting serious.

"It's going great." she trailed off and looked off into space.

"Doesn't sound like you think it is. What's going on? I thought everything
was fine. You've been going on about him all week." I was concerned. Kat
seemed crazy about him yesterday. Had something happened? I couldn't help
but feel that she was hiding something from me.

She sighed softly and turned back towards me. Tilting her head, she
regarded me with a thoughtful expression. I waited, not wanting to push
her. Seemingly coming to a decision, she smiled a sad little smile and
looked away again.

"Don't worry about it. It's nothing really. I'm just a bit tired from all
the work I have."

I knew she was lying. She gets her work done right when it was assigned, as
oppose to the rest of us that got it done at 1 am the night before it was
due. It almost hurt that she was keeping something from me. We were best
friends.

As my mind shifted through what she could possibly be hiding, the bus
arrived. We got on and walked to our usual seats at the back. For the first
time I could remember, we sat out the ride in silence. After we got off at
our stop, I walked up to my front door, searching my pockets for the key. I
felt her warm hand circle my wrist and pulled I gently to herself, forcing
me to face her.

"Hey.I'm sorry I'm being so secretive. Trust me, its nothing. I'll tell you
later, okay?" she smiled tentatively. I thought for a moment and then
smiled warmly in return.

"Okay, Kat. I don't mean to pressure, but you know that I hate it if you
are hurt."

"I know, baby. I love that about you." She hugged me tight and hopped down
my steps over to her place and disappeared inside.

I continued to search for my keys, and then remembered that I had left them
on my side table upstairs. Fuck. My parents wouldn't be home until 7, and I
had to be at Foot Locker in an hour and a half. Oh well. I guess I could go
over to Kat's place, but I think she might want some space. I decided to go
to the mall early. I had planned on getting a new DVD after work, but I
could get it over with now. Besides, Kat's birthday was in a few weeks and
I needed to get her a present.

I pulled out a coke bottle from my backpack, and started walking across the
lawn to the bus stop. Key word being started. I slipped. And my open coke
splashed on all over my shirt. I caught myself from falling down completely
and searched for the cause. A wrapper. I rolled my eyes. At least it wasn't
a banana peel or something.

I examined the damage on my shirt. I had been wearing grey, but it had been
light enough that the huge coke stain was evident. Shit. This day just kept
getting better. I guess I would have to get a new shirt too. No way was I
going to ask Kat for a shirt. I may be gay, but tight pink t-shirts with
hearts on them aren't my style.

My annoyance lasted a long time. Usually I try not to let things get to me,
but everyone on the bus kept giving me weird looks. It was my shirt! It's
not like it looked like I had wet my pants (thank God).

The looks continued as I walked through the mall. I got to the point that I
wanted to growl at the offenders. Particularly the girl behind the HMV
counter who looked me up and down like I was an idiot. I couldn't find a
present for Kat, so I strolled over to Foot Locker a bit early. Why not
take advantage of the employee discount?

I walked around, shifting through the shirts, and jerseys. There were a few
guys in the store. I surreptitiously checked a few of them out. There was
one guy that was hot. Dark brown hair, something like hazel coloured
eyes. Pretty tall. Nicely built. And he was wearing the Foot Locker
uniform. The mouth curled up slightly. Good. I need a distraction from
Alex. This guy, I think I could handle being around. He didn't make me feel
as anxious as Alex did. Drover could make my stomach flip by being in the
same room.

I felt someone tap my shoulder. I glanced back at them, opening my mouth to
tell them that, thanks for the help, but starting in 15 minutes, I'd work
here to. The words died in my throat

Alex was standing there, looking hotter than ever. His hair was wet, and a
few short strands were plastered to his forehead. My hand rose to brush
them away, but I caught myself in time, running it through my own hair
instead.

"Hey Kendal, what are you doin' here? Looking for a replacement?" he asked,
smiling at me. He had dimples. Could this guy get any sexier? But even
paying attention, I still didn't understand his question. Replacement?

"Replacement?"

"Yeah, dude. Your shirt. Big huge stain on it. Over here," he poked at it,
leaving his finger on my chest. I felt my muscles tighten in response.

"Oh yeah. I need a new one. Actually, I'm going to be starting work here in
15 minutes." I don't care what anyone else thinks. I made sense in Alex's
presence, and I'm proud.

I didn't think it was possible, but his grin widened even more.

"You're joking," he stated. I was lost. It must of shown on my face because
he continued enthusiastically, "I'm working here tonight too!"

Maybe I'm unconscious. Maybe I'm still lying on my front yard. Because I
know this can't be happening. I need to actually work to get money, and
he's too distracting.but honestly I don't think I minded. My little buddy
certainly didn't.

He grabbed my arm, and pulled be towards the counter. He bent down and
picked up a uniformed shirt from behind the counter. I just followed
along. All I could concentrate on was how warm and slightly rough his skin
was. He played football after all. We turned into the fitting rooms and he
pushed me inside a free one, throwing the shirt in after me. I absently
started to take off my stained shirt, and stared at it in dismay. I loved
that shirt. Sighing, I picked up the uniform from off the ground and
straightened.

I saw Alex standing right behind me in the mirror. I stopped moving. He
studied my body in a slow sensual fashion. I swear, even if I wasn't a
teenager, I'd still get a constant hardon around this guy. It was getting
annoying.

Suddenly he pushed me further into the tiny space, and turned to close the
curtain behind him. What the fuck?

He just smiled and said, "Sorry, I hope you don't mind, but we need to get
out there soon and all the other rooms are full." Then he preceded to lift
his shirt up over his head. It was like watching soft porn in slow
motion. Inch by fucking sexy inch of that golden skin was revealed. He was
beautiful. I've always loved toned chests, especially abs. He had a solid
physique. Not too buff, not too thin. Perfect. His upper body was
hairless. Smooth as silk. It took all of my will to not explore him. I
wanted to place my hands on his abs, slide them up over his hard pecs, and
biceps. I wanted to cover his skin with my mouth, taste Alex, burry my self
in his neck. To grab his ass and push his cock into mine as I sinked my
teeth into his neck. I wanted to make him mine.

I knew my staring would become suspicious. Yeah, there's always the
comparing glances amongst males, but drool? No. I tore my eyes away from
him and turned back around. I could still see him in the mirror so I looked
down and slid the uniform over my head.

Then I felt big, masculine hands on my waist that drew me back against a
hard chest. I froze. The heat from the contact scorching me. And then I
felt an oh-so soft kiss on my shoulder. I moaned. My head was still trapped
in the shirt, so I tried to get it over so I could feel him to. And then he
was gone.

I scooped up my clothes and left. The other fitting rooms were
unoccupied. Alex said they were full. I still couldn't believe that Alex
might be gay. But then if he wanted to do something with me, why did he
leave?

Hugging my clothes to my chest as if it could protect me, I cautiously
stepped into the main room of the store. Alex was talking to that cute boy
I noticed earlier. As if he sensed that I was looking, he looked at me and
then back to the boy. There was no recognition in his face. Just a pleasant
smile.

I was confused. Did I maybe imagine the fitting room encounter? What just
happened? For some inexplicable reason, I felt hurt. Trying to be as
nonchalant as he was, I made my way to the counter to look for the
manager. He was pretty cute and friendly. Blonde, blue eyes. Maybe in his
twenties. After we discussed my duties, he called over the hot guy Alex had
been talking to. I learned that his name was Andrew, and he would help me
out for the next couple of weeks until I found my feet. We chatted for a
bit. Apparently he and Alex were good friends. He seemed more than
decent. And if I wasn't wrong, he even seemed a bit interested in me. He
played soccer too, and suggested getting together with some friends of his
to play a game sometime soon. I was tempted. I'm not usually would have
declined an invitation about that but I couldn't say no to those dancing
eyes of his. His good humour was infectious. I don't know what's happening
to me, but I was becoming more willing to bond with other people. And I
didn't even feel like stopping it.

We talked for a few more minutes, and then I felt the same tingling on my
neck that I felt that morning. I quickly glanced around. Alex was watching
me again. Only this time, he was glaring. As soon as our eyes connected he
turned away.

Shit. Don't tell me he's another Brian.