A Scene, Part C
By ciaan
Boy Meets Boy created and owned by K. Sandra Fuhr

We were in Skids' room, doing one of his favorite things. He lay on the bed with his shirt off, on his back, and I knelt beside him, drawing on his chest with markers. He giggled occasionally when I hit a ticklish spot. Okay, more often than occasionally. I finished the picture I was working on and sat back.

"Your turn now." He giggled again. I sighed.

"Alright, alright." I peeled off my shirt and lay down. He sat up and swung over me, so that he was sitting astride my hips. I think my heart skipped a beat. He grabbed a marker and started to draw a rider on my dragon tattoo. The tip of the marker was very soft.

He smiled to himself. "Lessee, the dragon needs someone to ride him..." A few more quick lines. "And the rider's got a rope... And he wants to catch the shiny thing there..." The marker wound its way around my nipple as the dragon-rider's lasso twirled out and caught my nipple ring. Sometimes I wonder if Skids realizes what he's doing. Then his finger flicked out, and batted the ring from side to side a few times. He had that little absorbed-by-something-shiny look in his eyes.

"Um, Skids... Could you not do that?" I asked, as calmly as I could. I mean, really, does he know what that feels like?

"Sure." he replied, without a hint of... well, anything other than innocence in his voice. He went back to drawing, this time an elaborate spiral on my stomach. I beat my fingers against the bed in a little rhythm.

"Hey, Cy," he asked, without looking up, "did you like it when we kissed?"

Oh hell yes, I thought. "Yeah, sure." I answered, noncommittally.

"Shibby. Me too." he responded, still spiraling the marker on my skin. "So if we both liked it, how come we don't do it more often? I mean, we both like watching Buffy, and we do that together a lot, and so if we both like kissing, shouldn't we do that too?"

"Well, I guess we could." I said. "I just didn't think..." What was he...

"Could we kiss now?" He looked up at me.

"Um, okay." He leaned down, and then we were kissing. And it was amazing. Madre de Dios, I thought, does he know how much I like this? In a way, I wanted him to stop, because he seemed so casual, and it was hard to hide how much this was affecting me. In another way, I didn't want him to ever stop. The marker slipped down my skin, leaving a trail that I'm sure wasn't supposed to be part of the design. I didn't dare move my hands, or I thought I might just crush him to me or something. After a moment he pulled away.

"Skids, what does that... mean?" I wasn't sure how to ask what I wanted to ask him, and what I didn't know if I even should ask him.

"You mean, does it mean we're gay? No, that's Harley's job. I'm not gay. You're not gay. It's like... Even if I speak Spanish, that doesn't make me Latino like you, right?"

That Skids. He seems so oblivious, and then- bampf! He nails it. "Uh, I guess." I said. Yeah, I can still play it cool.

He smiled at me. "Si?"

I laughed back. "Si." Yup, he says just what I need. I put my hands on the pillow next to my head, like I was surrendering. "Okay, you got me."

"Don't worry, I got you." he said, and he grabbed my wrists. Hey look, it's bondage Skids, I thought. Like those bondage teddy bears, so wrong that it's right somehow. No, calm down, Cyanide.

"But, I mean, what does it mean about us?" I asked, pretending not to notice that he had me pinned down.

"It means we're friends, silly." He smiled at me again. "Friends do nice things with each other."

Oh, I'd like to do nice things with you...

"And they like it, cause they're into each other."

Yeah, I'd like it if you were into me... I mean, if I were into you... I mean...

"And they spend time together."

And I'd like to spend time together with you... Okay, what was wrong with my mind today? Why wouldn't it shut up? Oh right, maybe it's cause Skids is sitting on top of me... Anyway, that last one was lame.

Then he smiled brightly. "It was also shibby when we were roomies. We should do that more often, too." I groaned silently. Why was the world torturing and teasing me so?