Not In Commision - Read: Tasting Jeremy 2.0

Chapter Seven (7)

Matthews p.o.v

His lips moved against mine shyly at first, from what he had told me earlier today he has never kissed a boy before. Braeden pulled away, "What if your dads walk in." I stared at his lips as he licked them repeatedly.

"They wont, and if they do we'll hear them walking up."

"I don't know..." He trailed off, pushing himself off my chest to sit up.

I frowned, "I didn't mean to force you to make-out with me or anything." I sat up as well, getting off my bed and walking to my dresser to pull out a shirt and put it on.

"You didn't force me! Its... I'm just... New to this, and all the feelings. I'm not used to kissing all the time." I stiffened, I do kiss him a lot, don't I. "Not saying I don't like ihttp://www.wattpad.com/user/Amyscencet!" He quickly added, "Im just shy, and don't want you to like... I don't even know!" He groaned, throwing himself back on my bed.

"That was... Weird." I chuckled.

He smiled, "So when are you going to the game?"

Shrugging, I laid down beside him, "An hour maybe, after Owen makes dinner, why? Are you sure you don't want to come?"

"I wish I could. Its just my parents are going out, and if I'm not there I cant get into the house until they get back."

I shuffled so I could place my hands behind my head, "You could just come back to my house until your parents get home. Mine wouldn't mind."

"I didn't know your parents were both guys, and gay."

"Neh." I shrugged, my shoulders getting uncomfortable with the topic already. I mean, I know my parents are boy guys and both gay. Unless, Owens-all of a sudden-dick morphed into a vagina, which I highly doubt that happened. "Im sure dinner will be ready soon." I picked up my phone, checking it to see if Jeremy had sent me any messages, he hadn't. I let out a small sigh.

"Are you mad at me?" He grabbed my wrist.

Shaking my head I raised an eye brow, "Im just really hungry." I tugged on his wrist, giving him a quick peck on his lips and leaving him winded in my room.

"Hey." Tyler greeted, flicking water at me.

I winced, taking a step back and falling over Braeden with him underneath me. This would be a position I wouldn't mind.

"Aw, shit." The back of my shirt was pulled and suddenly I was standing, "Sorry bout that." Tyler offered his big hand to Braeden and I could help but chuckle. He looked so flustered and lost.

"Soft landing," I smirked, only to get hit in the back of the head by a tea-towel Owen was holding and a weird look from Tyler.

I froze, realizing the mistake I just made, and Braeden must have also, seeing he was tense, his hand still in Tylers hold. With eyes still fixed on me, Tyler shrugged, walking back to a confused looking Owen, grabbing his hips and leading him into the kitchen. "Dinner will be ready soon. The den is free."