The Pretty Boy In The Sheets| bxb | Discontinued

Chapter one

I have made many stories before but this is my first time posting one! Honestly, I have so much the learn so if anyone has some tips for making this story more exciting, just tips in general I would be very grateful!

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More current author here: I edited some things from the original story and changed a few things, but this story was originally made in 2022.

||Eric's Third Person||

"I am gay," Eric said looking at himself in the mirror— whether he was trying to accept himself or just wanting to tell someone, anyone, or anything- was unknown though. He sucked on his bottom lip... hands clenching at his shorts and his brows creating wriggles, his glabella squeezing together like a fussy pimple and reddening in the annoyance of the sudden build up pressure. "And... I love myself." The words he spoke, bitter and confused. Sounding as if a broken record, playing on repeat for the silence of his room.

"And I love myself," Eric spoke once more— he eyed his lengthy frame and the dried muscles he once pumped with pride. Now barely a reflection of half his efforts on his Olive colored skin. He eyed the rats' nest for hair, tired green eyes, and the abs hiding the growling stomach that begged in hunger. Since finding out he was gay... or whether discovering, he made it known in his long dirty mirror that was shattered on the left corner before heading to breakfast, he still loved himself.

Sure, he liked men... Boys. Whatever you wanted to call it. It isn't like it was anything abnormal anymore. They have a whole month for God's sake— And Eric wasn't homophobic (before realizing), he didn't believe his family was homophobic. He's sure his father would treat him a little differently, his uncle wouldn't play football with him anymore and his siblings would eye him from time to time but they weren't homophobic. Still, he questioned why him?

Why did it have to be him? Did he do something wrong when having all those boy sleepovers in middle school? Was having a posture of Dallas Winston from the outsiders, three copies of the book, and two of the DVD Blue Ray addition along following the actor on social media not enough to make him assume that maybe he was a little different? If he had known sooner, he wouldn't be him, or that's at least what he thought. He would have stayed out of the spotlight.

Now everyone has high expectations for him while Erics has no motivation to do them anymore, "Bubba, what are you doing?" A five-year-old with a pink nightdress and small teddy came into his door seconds later after his confession. He eyed the girl nervously at her dumbstruck face, she didn't hear anything, he thought.

"Looking at my handsome face," he fibbed— "How about you, Elizabeth?" Eric smiled picking up his little sister, she giggled as they walked out the room— Eric locking the door behind him, just in case.

It wasn't like he had anything 'gay' in the room though, but sometimes he imagined his secrets, worries, and mistakes peeking out the sides of his door frame like morning fog escaping. — "good morning." The smell of fresh bacon, eggs, and pancakes filled the two noses— Elizabeth smelled yummy food while Eric smelled the food like a Ghoul from Tokyo Ghoul would. Eric had a big house, three of his five siblings already sitting at the table eating their breakfast. Their names are Leo (12), Tommy (12), and Raven (5).

Eric sat down, putting Elizabeth down next to her twin Raven. They both had their mother's black hair and hazelnut eyes Eric envied— "where's dad?" Eric asked after taking a few heavy chugs of his orange juice that felt like seconds without any oxygen in the room of the natural, delicious taste. Tommy was Eric's cousin, due to some events Eric's mother took custody of him. Tommy had long blonde hair and a button nose, the type of babyface any girl would be jealous of.

"Business trip, left last night. -" Tommy said. Eric's father was a truck driver most days, but due to the constant complaining of Eric's mother he decided to invest in his youngest brother's clothing business. 

"Heard it myself!" Shouted Leo— his familiar smirk pastored onto his face, his hair spiky and the color of father's (and Eric's) blonde hair. "He was like ohhh baby, I hate to leaveeee I don't want tooooo." Leo dragged his words dramatically in a pouty deep tone mocking their father. "You sure they weren't doing the deed in the middle of it?" Eric murmured, the table laugh (besides the girls who stared cluelessly)— Other than the younger children the other two siblings were also twins, Maddie and Matthew who were now turning 20 soon.

Erics mother came in shortly wearing the blue nurse outfit, claiming she needed to drop off the five years olds at kindergarten and asked Eric to drop the boys off with his handy down Nissan. 

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"So then," Jay— Eric's best friend of his team of jocks heads his hands out, a wide smirk across his face as the other members leaned it wanting to know the night he had with one of the cheerleaders— Emily. Emily was one of the prettiest girls yet she held her own against dudes, she doesn't have random sex like the other cheerleaders.

Eric respected her for that, he didn't respect Jay for going off on every detail of their night— maybe it was because Eric was gay and didn't get all gushy inside when hearing the details, as the other guys did. The guy sitting next to him had a huge boner poking from his sweatpants or maybe his dick sat weirdly on his leg- Eric thought looking up quickly. Clearing his throat for both the imaginary itchiness in his throat as well as the thought of his that boys dick laid on his lap. Like x-ray vision he could picture it all.

Not like in a sexual though- Not in a 'I want to pin this guy down on this table and fuck his ass while everyone watches' type way... Just out of curiosity any young boy would imagine unintentionally— "her eyes twitched and she came!" Jay shouted, causing the other people from the tables to stare for a second.

"Ew... pft-" the guys started laughing. "Such a slut," they called as well another names like bitch, and cunt, and even saying how they thought she was innocent and pure. Eric stayed quiet giving off some fake chuckles here and there so he didn't look too suspicious waiting for lunch to finally be over. There was a party tonight, thought a groan in his head playing when the peas on his plate with his fork spoon thingy.

Booming music, lights shining everywhere besides the places you needed them, horny sweating teenagers grinding against each other on the dance floor- well in the living room— It made Eric question his life, is this really what high school was made out of? Things you won't need in the real world and not learning, right? The friend Group system? Bells like a factory? Kissing, sex, STDs? If someone told Eric that high school was made up of all this he wouldn't have gone to school in the first place.

That first morning of school was hard for him— If someone told him, just a small hint- just a small spoiler even of the things he would have to go through just to be perfect that morning... he would probably be seven feet under.

One of the guys, Brad, gave an evil smirk— whistling at Emily as we walked in with the other group of popular kids. Her flawless blonde hair, navy blue eyes, and that outfit that screamed I have money but not in a show off way just blankly speaking— she swung her hips side to side, glancing over at Jay before blushing and hurrying to her table. Now Eric felt bad for her, while Emily was thinking she found the one- really, he had sex with two other girls that weekend.

The person who sat beside her caught Eric's eye though— Callum Micheals, Mr. popular, good-looking, and also called pretty boy.

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There will now be a trigger warming— this story may have homophobic harassment and judgment, slut-shaming and the bringing down of females, slurs, eating disorders along with other mental health problems, smut, toxic masculinity, bullying, and sexual harassment.

I will put a warning on the chapter if something is 'too much but if you keep reading this story there may be acts of the following.

I hope you have a wonderful day or night and enjoy this story. ❤️