Chapter 11: Accepting Defeat

Short chapter but there's a reason for that. I promise the next chapters will be longer.

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"What are you talking about, Rico?" I growl.

I feel him wiggle his butt some more, as a rush of more excitement becomes of me. "You're hard, Jake."

"So?" I combat, "We males get erections consistently."

"You're hard for me, Jake," he states cockily. "So, you do feel something obviously."

"Don't flatter yourself, Rico," I yawn, "I'm always erect before I begin resting."

"But, you weren't a moment ago, when you literally beat my ass or when I was on top of you on the mats."

I sigh, making my grasp around him firmer. "I'm not hard for you, Rico."

He happily remarks, "Well, you're hard from kissing me, Jake."

"I'm not hard for you, Rico," I repeat.

"Then, you tell me what you're hard from, Jake," he confidently provokes.

I remain silent, trying to come up with a believable alibi that he'll believe.

"See? You are hard for me," he eagerly states, purposely wiggling his butt, "So, you did feel something for a guy."

"Correction: I'm hard from imagining myself kissing a girl," I lie.

"No," he replies, not convinced, "You're hard for me."

"Rico, I'm hard from picturing myself kissing a girl," I repeat, "And you made it a lot easier to imagine with your effeminate moans and the easy access of controlling you."

I feel his body droop. "Easy access?" he sneers.

"I just happened notice your need to be controlled," I tiredly mumble, in satisfaction of him buying my lie.

Several moments of silence pass until he asks,"Well, are you going to get rid of it?"

"I will in the morning," I respond.

"Alright, goodnight," he remarks.

"Goodnight, Rico," I murmur, holding him closer to me.

~*~

"Jake," Rico says, shaking me from my sleep.

"What?" I groan, awakening. "What is it, Rico?"

He kisses my lips. "You turned the other way and stopped holding me."

I sigh, "That woke you up?"

"Honestly, I haven't been asleep at all," he admits.

"You're really enjoying this, aren't you, Rico?"

He lays his head on my chest. "Maybe just a little," he responds, lifting his head a little, "Kiss me again, Jake."

"You kiss me, Rico," I sigh, "I'm tired."

He leans in, kissing me. Pulling back, he grins. "You looked so peaceful sleeping, baby."

I roll my eyes. "Then, why the hell did you wake me up?"

"Because you're more annoying when you're quiet than you are when you're talking."

I look at him in annoyance. "And you're a needy bastard," I insult.

"But, I'm your needy bastard," he remarks, kissing my jaw.

"Rico, like I said, I'll never feel anything towards any male."

"What if I was a girl," Rico asks, "then would you feel something for me?"

I smile in amusement at his curious expression. "Maybe," I answer.

"I thought genitals didn't matter to you," he reminds, "Remember when you and Luci established how you're not that superficial?"

"Well, I lied," I admit, shrugging. He straddles me, analyzing me under his gaze. "What?"

"You lie about a lot of stuff," he accuses.

"Like what?"

"About your feelings toward me."

"Rico, I already said that I don't—"

He kisses me, cutting me off. "Explain to me why you're hard, Jake."

"I told you already—"

He kisses me again. "You say you feel nothing towards males, yet you're hard from us kissing." Before I could protest, he kisses me again. "You can't deny your body's reaction."

"What are you trying to insinuate?"

"You for surely feel a sexual attraction to guys," he concludes, "And you can't deny it, Jake."

I scoff, "Sure I do."

He continues, "But, emotionally, I don't know that yet."

I reply unemotionally, "I am not sexually attracted to guys, Rico."

His expression remains serious. "Being sexually attracted to guys isn't enough to be gay though. You have to be attracted to them emotionally too."

I groan, "Are you done?" He places his hand dangerously close to my inner thigh. "Rico," I growl. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

He climbs on top of me, gazing into my eyes. "Jake, if I told you something, you can't laugh, okay?"

"What, Rico?"

"What if we did it right now and I proved you wrong?" he questions, rubbing my chest. "We have condoms and lube."

I look into his eyes, searching for any blemish of any sort but am unsuccessful. I couldn't hold back the laughter that wanted freedom from my mouth.

He glares at me. "I'm serious."

"Kissing you is different, but actually having sex with you would be..."

"Be what?" he demands, raising his voice, "Too gay for you?"

"What about Calen Hart?" I chuckle.

"This isn't about him. It's about you." I suddenly see his eyes glisten in anger. "Why do you do stuff like this to me and then crush me afterwards?"

"Are you crying, Rico?" I haven't seen him cry since the both of us quarreled on the playground as preschoolers.

Despite his eyes appearing moist, a tear doesn't escape his eyes. "Just forget I ever asked, Jake." He gets off me but I pull him back onto me by his waist.

"Rico, look, I apologize."

"Just don't do anything to me anymore, Jake," Rico desperately states, "Don't kiss me or touch me or-or anything intimate, because I'll think something more of it." Now, the tears fall from his eyes.

"I'm sorry," I apologize once more, "I didn't mean to hurt you like this."

"You play with me for amusement," he fires at me, "I'm not anyone's toy, Jake. If I can't be treated more than that, then I don't want your touch or kisses or company. Just tell me one more time that you don't feel anything for—"

I kiss him, shutting him up. "Rico," I murmur, kissing him again. His breath hitches in astonishment, as I place my hand on his thigh.

He pulls back angrily. "Stop kissing me! This is another trick—you're just doing this out of pity for—"

I passionately kiss him again, grasping the back of his head, climbing on top of him. I kiss him until he submits himself to me, by freely moaning into our kiss, after I caress his rear. He thrusts his body upward unconsciously, as I trail my kisses on his neck, down his chest. "Rico," I whisper, kissing his bellybutton.

He lightly moans, closing his eyes, as I explore his body with my hands, intensifying his body's every movements at every touch. Taking me off guard, he pulls off his boxers, now lying naked below me. He tugs at mine, pulling them off with my help. We locked lips, caressing each other's bodies.

"Jake," he moans, placing something in my hand.

I flicker my eyes at him in excitement. "You already had the condom ready?" I chuckle, opening it and readying myself.

He responds, "Yeah." He caresses my chest in anticipation as I prepare his body for what was coming.

In the midst of the session, Rico constantly twitched and called out my name, while I continued my movements.

"Do you feel anything for me, Jake?" he asks, grasping my face with his hands.

~*~

When I wake up the next morning, my eyes immediately land between my legs, which is achingly large. It was a dream after all? Am I really that hard from a dream? I glance Rico, who's still asleep. He looks cute right now, being asleep and all. I remove his hair from his face, tucking it behind his ear, and observe him closely. I remove the blanket from his chest and gaze at him. I lightly touch his chest and his face to be sure that this is reality. He groans, scratching his neck. Am I really hurting him as my dream demonstrated?

I kneel my head and peck his lips. "I feel something for you emotionally," I mumble, "Only you." I touch his hair some more.

Rico mumbles incoherently, tossing and turning the opposite direction.

I make the mistake of adjusting myself in the bed, which wakes him up instantly. "You're up?" Rico yawns, awakening.

"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty," I say, "Your hair is so messy." I ruffle his hair playfully.

He wipes sleep from his eyes, stretching. "Sleeping Beauty? More like, Sleeping Ugly," he chuckles.

"No," I refute, caressing his face, "Sleeping Beauty."

He laughs, "Want any breakfast?" He arises from the mattress and heads to the mini-fridge.

"I'll take a yogurt and juice," I respond.

After handing me the items, he shakes his head, laughing. "Are you forgetting something?"

"What?"

"Your friend is still up—he was up way before any of us." He motions between my legs.

"Right," I respond, "Almost forgot."

Rico jokingly asks, "What did you dream about? Veronica giving you a..." He creates an air bubble in his mouth and gestures his hand in the direction.

I laugh, "Nope, I dreamed about something even sexier than that."

"You must have dreamed about going all the way with her," Rico chortles.

"What if it was with a guy?"

Rico looks at me in disbelief, snickering, "Unbelievable."

"Unbelievable? I thought you were so determined to prove that I feel something towards guys."

"You don't," he responds, almost hopelessly, "If there's no emotion, there's nothing at all. You win."

Before I could reply, realization hits me. Rico is actually accepting defeat? Usually, winning feels so outstanding to me but now, it feels so... pointless.

He sits next to me, so I take up the opportunity to kiss his cheek.

"Jake," he chortles, "Stop. It won't help your hard-on." He moves away from me, gesturing his head towards the bathroom. "Go and fix it."

I reluctantly arise from the bed and go into the bathroom.

Rico accepted defeat verbally while I accepted defeat mentally.

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Oh my god, I had to stop ./////. LOL. Man, I had to remind myself this is PG-13 <_<