Everything I Never Told You ( Conan Gray )

LXV. Guitar Lessons

It was hard to look at Heath and not imagine what they had been doing an hour ago. Harder not to think it had been fifteen minutes since Heath was his boyfriend. They were sitting on the floorboards, Heath leaning against Conan who was teaching him to how to play the guitar. Their fingers over lapping as he placed them on the required frets. 

Somehow silently, they had just made a pact not to talk of what had happened at the other's place. It was unfortunate that they almost got killed by an old woman but really fruitful since Heath had told him. His belly clenched thinking of Heath half-naked, his boy pressed against his own and him whispering those words all over again. 

"I am so glad I didn't become a musician," Heath laughed as he played the guitar terribly. He was trying very hard in Conan's eyes, trying to switch over the cords at his first try. 

"Here," Conan said, placing his fingers on the correct frets again. "Just strum."

He couldn't hold the frets strongly enough, which caused it sound like a derailing train. The moment he stopped playing, Conan started laughing. Heath started playing again, lip syncing some song very dramatically. 

"For a gay man, your fingers are very weak," said Conan and the boy didn't get flustered as he expected him to but instead he held them up, grinning crookedly as if Conan hadn't said something clearly erotic. He wiggled his lean fingers and the other boy felt his insides squirm at his thoughts. No, I am not gonna get a boner. 

Sure Heath was one of the most attractive people he'd seen who made his insides crazy and every time he kissed him he felt like he was dying and the boy was putting life back into him but he really shouldn't be getting turned on. He wasn't sure if sex was something Heath wanted. He didn't want to make him uncomfortable. Conan had this one shot with him and he wasn't gonna fuck it up just because he was feeling horny. Nope. Nope. Nope.  

"Don't do that," Conan said, feigning irritation. The sight of Heath smiling made his mouth really dry. He wanted very bad right now and the boy didn't even seem to notice. 

"Do what, Gray?" he challenged. "I will let you know that I have very heavenly fingers."

That was it. That was all Conan needed to know he was gonna lose it if they continued to pursue conversation. 

"Shut up, Heath," he murmured quietly, not trusting himself to speak. He gently took his hand in his, a decision that only added to the tension. Placing his fingers over the frets, he leaned back to admire the boy for a moment. 

"Help?" he said. Conan shifted behind him, his chest pressed against his back. Guitar lessons could be so sensual, he had never imagined. He slipped his hands over his smoothly, perfectly going around his. 

"You're not muting these strings properly," he said and felt his breath hitch. Maybe he should move his mouth from the back of his neck. "See?" he said, covering his nails with fingers and helping him press the strings hard. 

"I do," he said, the smile in his voice reaching him. "Which cord is this again?"

"E minor," he answered. He took his hand in his and started strumming. The sad yet exuberant  tune echoed in Conan's ear drums who could only see Heath smile. "There."

"Is there something on my face?" he asked, looking cumbersome. He continued playing.

"No.." Conan's voice trailed, thinking of a good excuse. Fuck excuses, he could say that he liked staring at his face, "It- It was your eyes. I love their colour."

"Not the first time you have said that," Heath said bashfully, smiling a little.

"I haven't?" he said, throwing back his mind to remember when he had said that before.