6. Can I Kiss You?

A/N ****Important Please Read*****

I really wanted to keep this story open to all my readers and not mark it as mature. In order to do that I've split this chapter into two. The next chapter, Chapter 7 contains some sexual activity (not too explicit) so if this is not your thing or you are young and innocent, please stop at the end of this chapter and move straight onto Chapter 8 (when it is uploaded tomorrow).

Noah

"Can I come in?" Robin asked.

The noise snapped me to attention and I quickly offered up a "shhhhhh" reminding him that we were sneaking him in.

"Sorry," he whispered, and I stepped back to let him in.

I gestured for him to take his shoes off, which he did, then he followed me up to my room.

As we walked in, I saw Robin looking around, and I felt kind of uneasy about it, like he was looking at a part of me he'd never seen before, and I was worried in case he didn't like it.

I quietly shut the door behind me, then clambered back onto my bed.

My room was large enough that I had a double bed, but other than that I just had a wardrobe, a set of drawers and a couple of shelves. Not really much to look at.

"You can sit down if you want." I said quietly, pointing to the end of the bed.

"Ok," he replied, plonking down then scooting up so he could lean against the wall.

I tried not to stare at Robin, but it was hard. Robin was in my room. Robin was sat on my bed! I didn't know if I wanted to jump up and down in excitement or run away in fear.

"Are you freaking out?" he asked, grinning mischievously.

"No?" I replied, the intonation of a question intentional as I smiled back.

"Look, I don't want to make you uncomfortable, but I think we need to have this conversation so we can get everything out in the open and move on."

I just nodded in agreement, not sure I could trust myself to form coherent sentences.

He looked at me briefly, before moving his gaze down to his hands that were fiddling with a loose bit of thread on my duvet cover.

"So, you want to know if I like you?" he asked.

"No!" I said, before I'd even had chance to engage my brain.

His head snapped up to look at me, slight confusion and amusement showing in his features.

"No," I said quickly, "I mean, yes, I do want to know, but if you don't want to tell it doesn't.....well, you what I mean."

Robin stared at me for a few seconds before bursting out into laughter.

Usually it was one of my favourite sounds, but right now it just made me panic all the more.

"SSHHHHHH!" I said frantically, but this just seemed to make Robin laugh harder, and he flopped onto his side on my bed clutching his stomach.

"Oh my god, shut up!" I whisper shouted, but I couldn't help the smirk that was making its way onto my face.

Robin waved his hands around dramatically as he gasped for air.

I shook my head at him then grabbed my pillow and stuffed it over his face in an effort to muffle the snorts that kept coming out between gasps.

Finally Robin seemed to calm down and eventually he pulled the pillow from his face and sat up to look at me with big wide eyes.

"Your an idiot." I said, shaking my head at him.

"I'm sorry, but you're so cute at times."

I blinked.

"Cute?"

"Yeah cute," he replied, giving me his signature smirk.

Was he flirting with me? The way my body shivered with goosebumps sure said it thought so.

I looked down at my hands, biting my lip and trying to hide the blush that was making its way onto my cheeks.

"Oh fuck Noah, you really are killing me, you know," he whined, flopping backwards onto my bed, the pillow that was sat on his lap, now over his face again.

"And take this pillow off me," he said throwing it across the room, "it smells of you!"

I stared at where the pillow landed by my door, slightly baffled.

"I don't smell that bad!"

"No, you smell fucking incredible!"

"What?" I asked sniffing my shoulder. "I smell like popcorn. I was eating some earlier."

Robin just laughed.

Suddenly he stopped and sat upright, scooting over so he was sat cross-legged directly in front of me.

I turned and mirrored his position so our knees were almost touching.

"Look Noah, I have to tell you something, and I'm sorry if it freaks you out, or it changes our friendship, but I have to tell you."

I felt my face start to heat up, and my heart picked up pace. I had an idea what he was going to say, but I wasn't sure I was ready to hear it.

"Do you remember when we first ever spoke to each other?" Robin asked.

I frowned at the unexpected question.

"Erm, yes, it was on the Geography field trip when I was putting the tent up and Mrs Mitchell asked if I needed any help. And she asked you to help me."

Robin chuckled.

"Yes, but do you remember exactly what she said?"

I dove back into my memory of that day, but all I could remember was how nervous I was that she'd asked Robin to help me.

"No, I can't."

"Well I can. I'd finished putting up one of the tents and I remember watching you struggling with that pole when Mrs Mitchell shouted, 'Noah, are you having trouble getting it up?', and you replied, 'It's not so much getting it up, as keeping it up that's the challenge.' And then Mrs Mitchell said, 'have you tried holding it with both hands?'

"By this time I was basically pissing my sides, and then Mrs Mitchell said, 'Robin, can you see if you can help Noah get his up, he could do with an extra hand.' And all the time you were oblivious that everyone else in ear shot was basically in hysterics."

"Oh god! Did that really happen? I don't remember any of that!"

I'd never been quick at catching onto innuendos, but that one was blindingly obvious. But to be fair I'd been distracted. Because I'd seen Robin watching my humiliating attempt to get the stupid tent up, and I was basically hoping the ground would open up and swallow me whole.

"Yes, it did happen, and when I went to help you, I couldn't believe how sweet and innocent you were. And that was it. That was the moment."

Robin paused, so I asked, "That was what moment?"

"That was the moment I knew I was gay. Or at least the moment I accepted I was gay."

My stomach clenched and I found myself swallowing hard. Robin continued.

"Up until then, it had all been very physical things. Like seeing other guys with no tops on, or seeing images of naked men in magazines or on the internet. And so I would tell myself that I was just curious, or admiring a body because I wanted to look like that. But that moment, that was the first time when I realised I actually liked a boy, as in a person, not just the body."

Robins hands reached out and grabbed hold of mine.

I let him.

And I just stared at our connected hands, my mind racing with a million thoughts yet I couldn't seem to grasp a single one.

"I liked you Noah. I wanted you. And I still do."

My head snapped up to look at his face. I don't know what I was expecting to see. Disbelief? Anger? Humour?

But instead I saw longing and uncertainty and.....sadness?

I knew he was waiting for me to say something. Anything. But I couldn't think straight.

My mind was telling me to run. To get out of this situation and to hide away. But my body was rooted to the spot and my hands, well my hands were now clinging onto Robin's like he was somehow keeping me from falling.

And his eyes, oh god his beautiful green eyes. With every second of silence that passed, they were losing more and more of their vibrancy.

I was doing that to him.

Even though he was sitting there as still as me, I could feel him pulling away, like he was starting to put a barrier up between us. To protect himself.

And without even knowing I was doing it, I started to pull him closer, to stop him from pulling away.

I didn't even get to see his expression as I pulled him harder and then fell backwards onto the bed, pulling him down with me. Then I wrapped my arms around his body and buried my face into his chest, clinging onto him, not letting him go.

Robin was only still for about a second, before he wrapped his arms around me and buried his face in my hair.

What the fuck was I doing?

I was freaking out, that was what. And I'd pulled Robin down with me to give me time to think. Yeah, that was it.

"Are you ok?" Robin said quietly in my ear, and his breath on the side of my head made a shiver shoot down my body.

"I'm ok, I just need some time to think," I replied, hoping that was an acceptable answer from someone who'd basically just pounced onto him and then clung to him like a koala.

"That's fine, take all the time you need," he said, and I felt his arms give me a reassuring squeeze.

We lay there in silence, and the longer we lay there, the more I found I could relax, and then the easier it was to form coherent thoughts.

I mean, did I like Robin? Well yes, of course I liked Robin, but did I like him as in want to kiss him?

I'd never really been into anyone before, and had certainly never been in love, so I had nothing to compare these new feelings to.

But one thing was for certain. I'd never felt this way for anyone other than Robin. No one. Not even Max would make me feel excited just to be in their presence. And everytime I got a text from Robin I would feel this buzz of excitement. I mean, I always knew exactly when we last talked, and exactly when the next time was likely to be. And I often found myself going over our conversations just to make sure that he did actually like me, and wasn't just going through the motions to be polite.

But did that mean I would want him to be my boyfriend?

I mean, what else could it mean? I had Max as a best friend so it wasn't like I was looking for another one....

I was stopped in my thoughts when Robin released one of his arms that was wrapped around my body and started running it through my hair.

"Erm, whacha doin'?" I asked, although it was muffled due to the fact my face was still firmly in his chest.

"Well, I can tell you're thinking about this really hard, so I'm just going to enjoy this moment in case I never get to be this close to you again."

And then he pressed a small kiss onto the side of my head.

I felt my inner girl scream.

Fuck, who was I kidding, I loved this. I loved being in his arms. I loved being this close to him. And I loved the feeling of his hand gliding through my hair. Hell, if I was a cat, I'd be purring right now.

"You're hair is unbelievably soft," he whispered into my ear, and I had to concentrate hard on not letting out a small whine of pleasure.

I began to wonder what it would be like to run my hands through Robin's hair.

His hand trailed down to the nape of my neck and as he raked his hand back up, I couldn't help the small moan of pleasure that came out.

Robin chuckled.

"Oh, so you like that do you?" he whispered seductively into my ear.

And damn it, if my body didn't respond.

I found my hands grabbing hold of fistfuls of his t-shirt and I felt myself press my body closer into his.

Robin adjusted his position a bit until I was nearly lying on top of him, with one of his legs in between my own.

I'd never been so aware of my body before, and all the places that I was touching Robin.

He ran his hand up my neck again, and my body squirmed involuntarily in pleasure.

Robin moaned.

"Fuck Noah, you're killing me here. I'm gonna need an answer from you soon."

But I wasn't ready to give an answer. For once I was just letting myself enjoy the moment. Trying my best not to overthink things.

Robin's hand moved off my head and went onto my back. I felt momentarily disappointed, until it started to move again, and this time it found its way under my t-shirt and started drawing circles on my back.

I'd never felt anything so intense in my life. How could someone just rubbing my back make me feel so.......so alive?

I arched my back in pleasure as another shiver went through my body and Robin responded by pushing his body into mine.

His leg pushed into my groin and immediately I felt a fizz of pleasure and a warm sensation flood my downstairs area.

It took a couple of seconds, but as soon as I realised what was happening I shot up like I'd been electrocuted, and I scurried away from Robin to the other side of the bed, my heart hammering, and my breathing laboured.

"Shit, are you ok?" Robin said looking at me with concern. "Did I hurt you or something?"

I glanced down and saw that my shorts were tenting slightly so I quickly grabbed a pillow and placed it on my lap.

Of course the movement drew Robin's eye and I saw a look of realisation pass across his features.

"Ohhh, did I cause a little reaction down there?" he asked teasingly.

"No," I replied, although I knew the colour of my face said the exact opposite.

"Go on, let me have a look then," Robin said, trying to grab the pillow off me.

I clung onto it harder and tried to twist my body so I was lying on my front.

"Oh no you don't," Robin said, clearly amused as he grabbed hold of me and tried to force me back onto my back.

"Get off me!" I hissed, but there was no real anger in my words.

"Oh come on," Robin said, then he did the worst possible thing. He began to tickle me.

"FUCK! NO!" I said, and before I knew it, I was a flailing mess of limbs, the pillow and my 'situation' completely forgotten.

The worst thing about being tickled is the fact that it makes you laugh. Because people always assume that when you laugh you're having fun. I was NOT having fun. I was in agony.

"Stop, please Robin, stop!" I wheezed out between breaths.

I managed to lock eyes with his, and despite my laughter, I think he finally saw in my expression what I was really feeling as he immediately withdrew his hands and held them up in apology.

"Oh, god, I'm sorry, you don't like being tickled do you."

Now I was no longer laughing I was able to give him my full glare.

"No. I do not like being tickled," I growled at him.

"I'm so sorry," he said, his arms still in the surrender position, "I promise I'll never tickle you again."

"Good," I said, maintaining my glare, but inside I was slightly thrilled that he had a look of slight panic in his eyes.

I watched as Robin squirmed slightly and nervously glanced at his hands.

While he looked away I felt the corners of my mouth twitch up. I enjoyed being the one in control. The one with all the power.

"Erm, I know that I'm being all apologetic and stuff," Robin started, "but I just can't help but point out that......... that you're wearing Pokemon pajamas," he said, ending with a slight squeal and a huge grin in my direction.

I looked down and felt my eyes bug out of my head as I saw the small Pikachu motif on the side of my shorts that I had forgotten was there.

......and there went my power.

Robin was back to clutching his stomach while wheezing with laughter while I buried my face in my hands to hide my blush.

"No, don't, it's fine," Robin said sitting up and pulling my hands away from my face.

I allowed him to pull my hands into my lap but couldn't bring myself to look at him.

"Honestly, I don't care," he said, scooting over, then putting both hands on either side of my face and then tilting my head back till I was looking at him.

"You're a bastard, you know that," I mumbled out, but the sparkle in his eyes were already making me crack, and a small smirk made its way onto my face.

"I know, and you're cute, do you know that?" he said, and I felt my heart thump in my chest.

His face was only a few inches away from mine, and in just seconds his playful mischievous look had been replaced by a different one all together. I think I would call it lust.

I licked my lips nervously and watched as his eyes followed the movement.

"Can I kiss you?" he whispered.

I stared at him for a second. Every nerve ending felt like it was tingling. I needed something. I needed some sort of release for all this pent up energy.

I swallowed.

"Ok."

I briefly saw Robin's eyes light up before they closed as he leant towards me.

I closed my eyes and waited.

I felt his nose first as it brushed past mine, almost like he was getting his bearings.

And then his lips were on mine. And I felt like my heart was going to explode out of my chest.

He let go of my face and wrapped his hands around my body, pulling me closer until I felt like I was being swallowed up by his embrace.

And then his mouth started moving against mine, and I could feel everything. His lips, his breath, his tongue.

I let out a small moan as my body shuddered and in doing so my mouth parted enabling him to start sucking on my lips. First my top, then my bottom one, eventually releasing it with a gentle nibble.

I'd barely moved but my whole body was on fire. I physically ached from his touch. Both wanting it to stop and wanting more at the same time.

Then he was pulling away, and I opened my eyes back up to see him looking at me with such an expression of wonder and longing that it made my body turn to jelly.

I couldn't believe that I had made Robin look like that. I couldn't believe that he wanted me.

Me!

I couldn't help the small burst of laughter that came out of me.

Robin tipped his head slightly to one side and narrowed his eyes in confusion.

"Everything ok there Noah?" he asked in amusement.

"I'm sorry," I said, fighting back the laughter, "but it all just seems so unreal! I think I'm going to wake up at any moment."

"That's a good thing, right?" he said, flashing a grin my way.

"I don't know," I replied. "I mean, why me? You could have anyone so why would you want me?"

I was deadly serious but I was still smiling.

"Oh not this again," he said rolling his eyes, "I've told you before, you're just as good as me. In fact, no, you're better. If anything, I'm not good enough for you."

"Yeah, right!" I snorted, "have you taken a look in the mirror recently?"

"Yes, have you?" he replied.

I just shook my head and looked down. There was no way I was as good looking as Robin.

"You really don't see it, do you?" he asked rhetorically. "You don't see what everyone else sees."

"Everyone?" I asked in a tone of disbelief.

"Yes everyone. Do you even know how many girls have tried to get your attention?"

I shrugged.

"No, my mum maybe?" I said jokingly.

"No, seriously Noah, I've seen loads of girls hitting on you! You just have no idea! Or you don't want them. That's what I always told myself, just to give me that small slither of hope that you might one day like me."

"But you're popular. You're Robin. Everyone wants to be your friend. And you're on the football team. I'm just.....well I'm just a nobody."

Robin shook his head determinedly.

"You are not a nobody. You are so far from being a nobody that a nobody is just a small dot on the horizon to you. Do you know what's so great about you? It's that you could be popular like me. Everyone likes you and would happily be your friend, but you don't want that. You want to be friends with who you want to be friends with. You don't care about popularity. You care about your friends. You don't try to be someone you're not. You're just you and you don't care what anyone else thinks about that, as long as your friends like you. And don't even get me started on your relationship with Max."

"What about Max?" I asked, still trying to process all he'd said.

"I am sooo jealous of you and Max. Max is a great guy, and the two of you have this bond that no one else can even get close to. I sometimes wonder if Max doesn't like me because I constantly feel like I'm competing with him for your attention."

"Of course Max likes you," I said, baffled that he would think otherwise.

"And that's why he's such a great guy!" he said, throwing his hands up in exasperation.

I shook my head. I couldn't believe that all this time Robin was jealous of me and Max. And I couldn't believe that he really thought I was good enough for him.

We sat in silence for a moment. Both lost in our own thoughts.

It was Robin who broke the silence first.

"So do I have a chance, with you I mean?"

I looked up at him and for the first time tonight, when faced with that question, I didn't feel scared.

"I think you do," I said, then looked down with a smile as I felt my cheeks go warm again.

Robin squealed quietly, then jumped off the bed and did a little happy dance.

I burst out laughing at his long limbs flailing around.

Then suddenly he came hurtling my way and jumped on me, knocking me back onto the bed.

He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed tightly while giving an excited jiggle.

I couldn't help but be caught up in his excitement. The implications of what was happening momentarily lost on me. I was just living in the moment. Enjoying the happiness that was radiating off Robin.

Robin who liked me.

I couldn't take the smile off my face even if I tried.

He let go slightly to pull back his head and cast his beautiful eyes onto mine.

And I don't know what came over me, but this time I was the one who leaned in.

And I was the one to brush my lips over his.