Switching Teams (BoyxBoy) (Completed)

Uncomfortable

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous and there really isn't even a specific cause. It's a little of everything that is causing this nervous jitter tremor throughout my body.

My hands tighten and untighten on the steering wheel as I drive to Gunner's place. There are so many ways that the next hour can go and that only makes my anxiety worse.

At least I hope it can't be any more awkward than this morning at the breakfast table with my parents. I smile at the very thought.

"Well Brandon, what are you all dressed up for this morning?" My mother asks as she cuts her french toast. I look down at my jeans and band T-shirt in confusion, this is practically the same thing I wear every day.

It's not like I'm wearing my Sunday best.

"Um, I was gonna go hang with Gunner," I shrug before taking the last few bites of my food. I see my dad peek over the newspaper at me before he and my mom share a look.

It's weird when you watch two people have a silent conversation, especially when you know they are talking about you. I mean they aren't exactly being subtle about it, with their nods and gesturing in my direction.

Before I can tell them to just say whatever they're thinking, my dad sighs and shifts his focus on me.

"Brandon," he says, pushing his finished plate towards the middle of the table before folding his hands together and looking at me, "this is going to be uncomfortable for both of us, so instead of dragging it out, I'm just going to say it." His eyes close briefly while he takes a deep breath.

"You and Gunner are being ... safe... right?" My eyes widened to the size of saucers and I started to choke on nothing, but he continued, "though I'm not promoting it in any way, I'm not an idiot and would rather know you're being protected, so if you need me to buy you some ... condoms..." he trails off, clearly uncomfortable as he looks at my mom, who nods in understanding and reaches out and puts her hand on top of his in support.

He opens his mouth like he has more to say, what I couldn't even begin to know, but I put my hand up to stop him.

"Thanks for the offer, I guess, but Gunner and I aren't together. Gunner is one hundred and ninety-nine percent straight." I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks and it's not from the implication of being with Gunner.

It's because all I can think of now is Levi and the thought that if he forgives me, there would be firsts for us to cross. And the idea of asking my dad for condoms to use would be beyond embarrassing.

"Oh well," dad clears his throat, reaching for the paper that he had put down, "Good for him. I mean obviously not because he's straight but because you're a catch and he would be so lucky to have you -"

"Just stop, Matt," my mom says before she's looking at me, "I think what your father is saying is that the offer stands for any boy you may be dating. He's right, we don't want you doing ... that... but we know how teenagers are. And we trust you to make good choices."

I nod, not really knowing what else to say. As much as I want them to know about Levi, the fact that we really aren't together will make that whole conversation more complicated. I really don't want to get into those nitty-gritty details, especially when I'm still trying to figure it out. So I say the first thing that sounds appropriate.

"Thank you," whether it works or not I'm not sure but they both seemed pleased with themselves.

Gunner is waiting in his driveway when I pull up. His basketball shorts sway as he dribbles barefoot up the driveway before attempting a slam dunk in the hoop above his garage. He fails but doesn't let that discourage him as he rounds about to try again, but locks eyes on me.