Hello and welcome back to Free Fiction Friday! We’re back to the prequels to Turning His Life Around! There are seven parts to this one, called Jealousy, and five more short stories after this one. Yay! 🙂
Please remember that the guys are technically underage in these. Any sex is fairly tame (described, yes, but tame) until much later in the series.
If you haven’t read Turning yet, you might consider checking it out. These stories make a lot more sense if you’ve read it first. These should also be read in order:
I hope you enjoy it! Thanks for reading and feel free to let me know what you think. I always love to hear from my readers. 😀
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Hayden pushed open the door at the end of the hall and held it for Ian to go through. Ian glanced over at him then stepped through and his eye caught Kane’s. Kane was strangely quiet, but he gave a smile of encouragement and Ian started to feel a little better.
Only a little. He still mostly wanted to die of embarrassment. They approached an old blue soft-top Jeep and Hayden went around to the passenger side to unlock the door. Ian opened it and Kane slid into the back before Ian could try to hide back there. Kane gave him a look that told him he was being ridiculous and Ian sighed, climbing into the front seat.
Hayden tossed his bag in the back next to Kane and climbed up behind the wheel. “Um, where am I going?” Hayden asked after he’d started the car and waited a moment and Ian blushed, fighting another urge. This one to bounce his head off of the dash. He gave Hayden directions and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to try desperately to calm down.
Hayden glanced in the rearview mirror. “Are you going home? Or to Ian’s?” He asked Kane.
“It’s the same place,” Ian answered for him. At the puzzled glance, he said, “My mom sort of adopted him. His…”
“My real mother’s not around anymore,” Kane finished. “Ian’s mom is my mom now. She kind of has been for a while, anyway.”
“Okay, then, that’s easy,” Hayden said and Ian was grateful that he let it go. His friendship with Kane was complicated enough without trying to explain it.
They sat in silence for a while; then Hayden turned on the stereo. WKIB came floating through the speakers and they let the music fight the awkwardness.
“No,” Hayden said, turning down the stereo a bit and Ian’s head whipped around.
“No?” Ian asked, confused.
“Um. The answer to the question you wanted to ask. No, I’m not straight,” Hayden clarified.
“Oh.” Ian blinked, not sure what to do with that, except maybe hope the other boy didn’t think he was a complete idiot.
He wasn’t really holding out much of that hope.
Silence fell again and the awkwardness in the car grew once more. Ian glanced over his shoulder at Kane who was just sitting back and looking out the window. He didn’t know what to make of that, or of the unreadable expression on Kane’s face, so he turned around and tried to get a grip on his nerves again. Thankfully, a few minutes later, they pulled up in front of the house.
Hayden turned off the car and Ian cleared his throat. “Want to um, come in for um, a drink or something?” Ian wanted to bounce his head off of something—again—at the nervousness that he knew came through, but the window beside him was plastic instead of glass and obviously not going to do enough damage. He contemplated the windshield, but it was just a little too far away. Perhaps the seat would eat him…
“Sure,” Hayden said, interrupting Ian’s internal panic. He climbed out of the Jeep and started around the car. Ian scrambled to get out quickly, Kane right behind him. He dug his house key out and nearly dropped it twice before he managed to open the door.
“Um, just have a seat, I’ll be right back.” Ian waved a hand a little frantically toward the living room. With a glance at Kane he escaped to the bathroom.
He shut the door a little too hard and banged his head against it a couple of times. He turned to the mirror and noticed he was still blushing. “Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. What the hell am I doing?” he asked the mirror.
“Panicking,” Kane said from a crack in the door, a laugh in his voice, and Ian nearly screamed.
“FUCK, Kane!” He slammed a hand over his pounding heart and glared at his best friend. “Don’t leave him out there alone!”
“Why not? He’s got the TV.”
Ian rolled his eyes. “Because he’s a guest,” he hissed.
“Naw, he’s your future boyfriend,” Kane said with a grin.
Ian gave in to an urge and punched Kane in the arm. Hard. “Ouch! What the hell?”
“I owed you that,” Ian grouched. He turned back to the sink, twisted the knobs and splashed some cold water on his face, hoping it would cool the color in his cheeks a little. “Go out and get him a drink,” he said through the towel. “I’ll be right out.”
“Sure, sure,” Kane said and Ian was sure he could hear a laugh. He was going to punch his friend again later. Or maybe take it out on him at the dojo the next day.
He hung the towel back up, took another deep breath and left the bathroom. Why did he feel like he was walking to his doom?
When he got back out to the living room the god of a boy was sitting on the couch, drink can in hand, half-watching the television. When Ian stepped in, Hayden sat up a little more and smiled at him again. Ian noticed that Kane had made sure to take the only chair they had so Ian would be forced to sit on the couch next to Hayden.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a second. Get a grip! He smiled back. “So, um…”
“I figure we’ve answered your big question,” Hayden said.
Ian blinked, confused. “My…?”
“My orientation.” He clarified. “I figure that was probably the biggest thing.”
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