Pretty Curious - Kyle/Josh
Title;; Pretty Curious
Author;; Niki
Pairing;; Kyle/Josh Trager
Raiting;; R for lang. and suggestiveness and all that fun stuff,
Summary;; Josh gets called a name that Kyle's never heard.
Warning;; Cursing. Slight violence. Boys kissing.
Disclaimer;; This never ever happened. Ever. Aaand I don't know these characters.
Spoilers;; None really, this is all pretty much made up.
Having your head slammed into a locker is never much fun. having it happen at least once every day since junior high is brutal. Josh Trager was used to it - not that the fact made it suck any less. But expecting it made the abuse seem a bit easier to endure. He pondered this flawed logic of his as he made his way through the crowded halls, hoping to avoid a confrontation so early. Josh Trager was never so lucky.
"Well, what do we have here?" Anthony Ryder approached him in that cocky swagger of his, laying a casual hand on Josh's shoulder as if greeting an old buddy. He pretty much towered over Josh, grinning, with a malicious glint in his eyes. he had his usual pack of followers, whom he fondly referred to as his best friends. Mason Roscoe, Jeff Weiss, and Parker Law joined Anthony to form the school's resident group of badasses, also known as Josh's tormentors. Jeff was the first to step up, pushing Josh back against the stone wall and laughing with the rest of the guys as the youngest Trager fought to keep his balance. With his back pressed against the wall, Josh mustered up a harsh glare, despite better reasoning. He wouldn't back down, not from these assholes.
"What do you want, Ryder?" His annoyance was apparent in his voice. Though he knew that to avoid the inevitable, he should just back down and do what they said. But Josh refused to do anything like that. He would never give Anthony the pleasure of seeing how much the got to him. So when Jeff and Mason took him by the shoulders and slammed him back against the wall, a warning of sorts, he resisted the urge to flinch. Even when his arm slammed into the water fountain with enough force to bruise, his defiant look didn't waver.
"What do I want?" Anthony sounded amused, and pretended to think about it as the other boys laughed and joked about it. A small group had formed around them, curious students interested in seeing a fight before class began. "Why don't you buy me lunch, Trager?" Anthony suggested lightly. Josh rolled his eyes. This was playground stuff, the old lunch-money game.
"Fuck off." Was his response. it was the same thing everyday, Anthony made up a reason to beat the crap out of Josh, and it was getting old. Everyday Josh stood up to him, only to get torn down by him or his friends. Parker grabbed Josh's wallet from the pocket of his baggy blue jeans and Josh tried to grab for it, missing only slightly and making the others laugh at him more. It wasn't fair, these boy were much bigger then him. Mason and Jeff were on the football team. Josh was short and skinny, lucky to even be picked at all in gym class. He tried to figure out what he'd done to get all this negative attention from them as Anthony punched him in the stomach. Over every other person in the school, they chose to torture him. It was as if Anthony hated him personally. He'd never met Mason or Jeff in his life before Anthony came along, yet they all seem to get some sort of sick amusement from little "games" like this. In the 6th grade, Parker had even been his friend. Doubled over in pain, Josh was helpless as Mason and Parker pinned him back against the wall, and each boy took shots at him. A punch to the mouth, a jab to the side. He felt each hit as if it was the first one, felt the cut above his eyebrow when he squeezed his eyes shut in pain, and tasted the blood from his busted lip as his seeped through his clenched teeth.
"Stop it!" Josh wasn't sure of what he heard, or if he'd actually heard anything at all. Blows to his jaw left his ears ringing and his head swimming. All he knew was that the fists had stopped.
"Who the fuck is this?" Mason let go of him and Josh assumed he'd gone to step up to whoever had interrupted them. He couldn't see, as opening his eyes took too much effort right now.
"Leave him alone." The voice sounded familiar. But as Parker let him go, all Josh could think about was the fact that his knees were giving out on him, and he fell heavily to the ground. It jarred his sore body and made him cringe painfully.
"Oh yeah? And you're going to stop us, right?" Anthony spoke as egotistically as ever. The sound of the other three laughing, however, was cut short by the sound of fist against face, and a yelp. Someone crashed into the lockers across the hall from where Josh sat, and the crowd around them erupted in loud cheers and shocked exclamations. No one had ever seen anyone from Anthony's crew get shown up. Josh finally managed to open his eyes to see Jeff sprawled on the floor, clutching his nose with both hands and groaning loudly. Mason was at his side, trying to help him up and glancing over his shoulder with wide eyes. Josh followed his gaze in time to see Anthony step forward, before lurching back suddenly enough to cause whiplash and landing hard on the floor at Josh's feet. He looked at Anthony's prone form, and then back to where the boy was previously standing. There was Kyle, looking down at Anthony with a dangerous glint in his eyes. Then he looked to Josh and the glint was gone, replaced with genuine concern.
"Are you alright?" He asked, making his way over to him. Anthony sat up, looking as if he wanted to do something more, but stopped. Better judgment had obviously gotten to him. Parker held him up as the boy swayed on his feet. Before they left, he tossed Josh's wallet to the floor next to him.
"Lucky little faggot." He spat with a hateful glare, and Josh looked down. The four guys left and the crowd around them eventually thinned as the bell rang, everyone leaving to spread the news of Anthony's downfall to whoever would listen. Josh was certain by the end of the day the news would be exaggerated to epic proportions, and probably on the evening news.
"Yeah, I'll be fine. No worse then anytime before." Josh joked, though he was certain this was just a tad bit worse then before. Kyle handed him his wallet.
"Before?" He asked, tilting his head curiously. It was a little endearing how naive the boy was sometimes. Josh just shook his head, smiling slightly and then wincing as it hurt his lip. Kyle looked worried.
"Don't worry about it, I'll live." He waved the boy away, standing up slowly and taking his wallet back with a nod in thanks. Every muscle in his body felt sore, but he figured it was nothing he couldn't walk off. "We should probably get out of here though, before the principal hears about this little fiasco." Josh told Kyle. He wasn't interested in detention today, or any day.
"But I thought we were suppose to stay in school until 2:30?" Kyle questioned him. Josh gave his an exasperated look, but smiled despite it.
"We are, but sometimes people leave early. It's called skipping." He explained. Kyle nodded, though Josh was certain he didn't completely understand. So instead he grabbed Kyle's hand and led him down the hall, out of the nearest doors. Outside, he noticed he was holding the dark-haired boys hand, and quickly let him go. Kyle didn't seem to notice Josh's peculiar actions, or the faint pink tint to his cheeks.
"Where are we going?" He asked instead.
"Home. Mom and dad are both at work today, so we have the whole house to ourselves. I'll teach you to play video games or something." Josh told him with a slight shrug. They walked the short distance to the house in comfortable silence, and Josh wondered about the strange boy that seemed to surprise him more and more everyday. Why did he stop the fight? Probably because he knew it was wrong, no other reason. But that look in his eyes, he looked so worried. It felt nice to have someone so concerned for him, without feeling obligated to like a parent or sibling would. Josh knew he was really letting his imagination get the best of him, but let his mind wander anyway. He almost missed the turn to his own house, so lost in thought. Josh got the key, hidden under the welcome mat on the porch, and let them in. Then he locked the door behind them as Kyle led the way upstairs.
"You're bleeding." He mentioned when they were in Josh's room. Josh reached up and touched the cut, flinching as it burned under his finger tips. Kyle was right, it seems pretty bad. He hoped he wouldn't need stitches or anything.
"Peroxide." He said, more to himself as he left for the bathroom. He looked through the medicine cabinet, pulling out peroxide, a cotton swab and a band-aid, and went to try to clean out his wounds. "Fuck!" he cursed as the soaked cotton swab dripped peroxide into the open cut. It burned as it clean his wound, and even though it was childish, Josh hated it.
"Let me." Kyle said, and Josh turned to see the boy watching him from the doorway. He handed him the swab and hopped up onto the counter without thinking, and Kyle stood before him.
"You don't have to.." He trailed off as he watched Kyle slowly dab the wound, gently cleaning away the dried blood. The boy was concentrating hard on not causing Josh any discomfort, his tongue poking out the side of his mouth in a comical look.
"Josh, what is a 'faggot'?" Kyle spoke, surprising Josh a little.
"What?!" Hearing those words coming from someone as innocently naive as Kyle sounded so wrong.
"One of those boys called you that. Is it bad?" Kyle asked him, sincere curiosity in his voice as he kept working. Josh wasn't sure what to say.
"Uhm. Well. It's a word you shouldn't say, you shouldn't ever call someone that." He spoke cautiously. The things he told Kyle were the only things he would know, so he couldn't go filling the boy's head with biased opinions of someone else.
"But what does it mean?" Kyle pushed further, just as Josh feared he would.
"It's a derogatory way to refer to a boy who likes other boys." He told him, sounding like he was explaining it to a young child.
"I like other boys. Does that make me a- am I one of those?" Kyle asked. Josh wanted to shake his head and laugh at how ridiculous this conversation would sound to anyone else, but didn't move for the sake of getting the done and over with.
"No, not like that. It's a bad name to call a homosexual guy. A boy who likes other boys in a sexual way." Josh explained. "Uhm, a boy who likes to kiss other boys." He added further. Kyle stopped then, and looked at Josh.
"Is it bad to like to kiss other boys?" He questioned him. Josh shook his head.
"No, it's not. But there are some people who don't like it." He said. He watched as Kyle took this in, a thoughtful expression on the other boy's perfectly sculptured face. Josh tried to imagine the way Kyle's mind worked. It was obvious he processed things at a faster rate then everyone else. He just couldn't imagine not knowing the things he felt he'd known all his life.
"Do you like to kiss other boys?" Kyle asked, jolting Josh violently from his thoughts. He should have known this one was coming. He wasn't sure what to say, his sexuality was a constantly on his mind lately.
"Yeah, I do." He blurted out. He just said it. For the first time, Josh had admitted it to someone, hell, he finally admitted to himself that he was gay. It just felt so natural to say it.
"I think I do to." Kyle told him. He set the cotton swab he was still holding down on the counter next to them. Josh looked at him, raising a questioning eyebrow.
"What about Amanda?" He asked, finding it hard to believe that Kyle has actually said that. He was sure the boy must be confused. Kyle shrugged at the mentioning of their neighbor.
"I think she's pretty. But I don't think I want to kiss her." He responded, smiling that adorable crooked smile of his. "How do I know for sure? That I like boys, I mean." He then asked, this time sounding a little sheepish. Josh knew he was pushing it, and that it could be considered taking advantage of Kyle for doing it, but he couldn't but be honest with the boy.
"You try it. And then you know for sure." He told him. He was surprised he'd said it, as Josh had never been good with being so forward. Now he just waited for Kyle reaction. Though he knew it was unlikely, he still expected the boy to be grossed out, and to walk away from him.
"Can I kiss you?" Kyle asked, looking down at his hands and he blushed faintly. Josh reached forward and lifted his chin so he would look at him, and then nodded. Kyle gave a small grin, before they both leaned forward. Their lips connected, hesitantly, slowly at first. Gaining nerves, Josh deepened the kiss slightly, before pressing his tongue against Kyle's lips softly. Kyle opened his mouth in response and Josh smiled a little into the kiss, the pain from his busted lip completely forgottten as he reached up to rest his hands in either side of Kyle's neck. He knew he was probably getting into this more then he should, but he didn't expect to ever get another chance to make out with someone as amazing as Kyle. He also didn't expect it when Kyle's hands found their way to his hips, resting just beneath his shirt. The skin to skin contact was a slight shock, as was the feeling on Kyle's tongue massaging his own. When they finally parted, both boys were panting slightly.
"What...what did you think?" Josh finally asked after catching his breath. He was aware of Kyle's hands still on his hips, and his still draped around his neck, but ignored it. The other boy seemed content.
"I definitely like kissing boys." Kyle replied, and Josh laughed, laying his head on Kyle's shoulder in a pleasant mixture of amusement and relief. His parents had been talking about turning his father's workshop into a bedroom for Kyle, so that Josh would have more space. Josh didn't feel that was necessary anymore.
Author;; Niki
Pairing;; Kyle/Josh Trager
Raiting;; R for lang. and suggestiveness and all that fun stuff,
Summary;; Josh gets called a name that Kyle's never heard.
Warning;; Cursing. Slight violence. Boys kissing.
Disclaimer;; This never ever happened. Ever. Aaand I don't know these characters.
Spoilers;; None really, this is all pretty much made up.
Having your head slammed into a locker is never much fun. having it happen at least once every day since junior high is brutal. Josh Trager was used to it - not that the fact made it suck any less. But expecting it made the abuse seem a bit easier to endure. He pondered this flawed logic of his as he made his way through the crowded halls, hoping to avoid a confrontation so early. Josh Trager was never so lucky.
"Well, what do we have here?" Anthony Ryder approached him in that cocky swagger of his, laying a casual hand on Josh's shoulder as if greeting an old buddy. He pretty much towered over Josh, grinning, with a malicious glint in his eyes. he had his usual pack of followers, whom he fondly referred to as his best friends. Mason Roscoe, Jeff Weiss, and Parker Law joined Anthony to form the school's resident group of badasses, also known as Josh's tormentors. Jeff was the first to step up, pushing Josh back against the stone wall and laughing with the rest of the guys as the youngest Trager fought to keep his balance. With his back pressed against the wall, Josh mustered up a harsh glare, despite better reasoning. He wouldn't back down, not from these assholes.
"What do you want, Ryder?" His annoyance was apparent in his voice. Though he knew that to avoid the inevitable, he should just back down and do what they said. But Josh refused to do anything like that. He would never give Anthony the pleasure of seeing how much the got to him. So when Jeff and Mason took him by the shoulders and slammed him back against the wall, a warning of sorts, he resisted the urge to flinch. Even when his arm slammed into the water fountain with enough force to bruise, his defiant look didn't waver.
"What do I want?" Anthony sounded amused, and pretended to think about it as the other boys laughed and joked about it. A small group had formed around them, curious students interested in seeing a fight before class began. "Why don't you buy me lunch, Trager?" Anthony suggested lightly. Josh rolled his eyes. This was playground stuff, the old lunch-money game.
"Fuck off." Was his response. it was the same thing everyday, Anthony made up a reason to beat the crap out of Josh, and it was getting old. Everyday Josh stood up to him, only to get torn down by him or his friends. Parker grabbed Josh's wallet from the pocket of his baggy blue jeans and Josh tried to grab for it, missing only slightly and making the others laugh at him more. It wasn't fair, these boy were much bigger then him. Mason and Jeff were on the football team. Josh was short and skinny, lucky to even be picked at all in gym class. He tried to figure out what he'd done to get all this negative attention from them as Anthony punched him in the stomach. Over every other person in the school, they chose to torture him. It was as if Anthony hated him personally. He'd never met Mason or Jeff in his life before Anthony came along, yet they all seem to get some sort of sick amusement from little "games" like this. In the 6th grade, Parker had even been his friend. Doubled over in pain, Josh was helpless as Mason and Parker pinned him back against the wall, and each boy took shots at him. A punch to the mouth, a jab to the side. He felt each hit as if it was the first one, felt the cut above his eyebrow when he squeezed his eyes shut in pain, and tasted the blood from his busted lip as his seeped through his clenched teeth.
"Stop it!" Josh wasn't sure of what he heard, or if he'd actually heard anything at all. Blows to his jaw left his ears ringing and his head swimming. All he knew was that the fists had stopped.
"Who the fuck is this?" Mason let go of him and Josh assumed he'd gone to step up to whoever had interrupted them. He couldn't see, as opening his eyes took too much effort right now.
"Leave him alone." The voice sounded familiar. But as Parker let him go, all Josh could think about was the fact that his knees were giving out on him, and he fell heavily to the ground. It jarred his sore body and made him cringe painfully.
"Oh yeah? And you're going to stop us, right?" Anthony spoke as egotistically as ever. The sound of the other three laughing, however, was cut short by the sound of fist against face, and a yelp. Someone crashed into the lockers across the hall from where Josh sat, and the crowd around them erupted in loud cheers and shocked exclamations. No one had ever seen anyone from Anthony's crew get shown up. Josh finally managed to open his eyes to see Jeff sprawled on the floor, clutching his nose with both hands and groaning loudly. Mason was at his side, trying to help him up and glancing over his shoulder with wide eyes. Josh followed his gaze in time to see Anthony step forward, before lurching back suddenly enough to cause whiplash and landing hard on the floor at Josh's feet. He looked at Anthony's prone form, and then back to where the boy was previously standing. There was Kyle, looking down at Anthony with a dangerous glint in his eyes. Then he looked to Josh and the glint was gone, replaced with genuine concern.
"Are you alright?" He asked, making his way over to him. Anthony sat up, looking as if he wanted to do something more, but stopped. Better judgment had obviously gotten to him. Parker held him up as the boy swayed on his feet. Before they left, he tossed Josh's wallet to the floor next to him.
"Lucky little faggot." He spat with a hateful glare, and Josh looked down. The four guys left and the crowd around them eventually thinned as the bell rang, everyone leaving to spread the news of Anthony's downfall to whoever would listen. Josh was certain by the end of the day the news would be exaggerated to epic proportions, and probably on the evening news.
"Yeah, I'll be fine. No worse then anytime before." Josh joked, though he was certain this was just a tad bit worse then before. Kyle handed him his wallet.
"Before?" He asked, tilting his head curiously. It was a little endearing how naive the boy was sometimes. Josh just shook his head, smiling slightly and then wincing as it hurt his lip. Kyle looked worried.
"Don't worry about it, I'll live." He waved the boy away, standing up slowly and taking his wallet back with a nod in thanks. Every muscle in his body felt sore, but he figured it was nothing he couldn't walk off. "We should probably get out of here though, before the principal hears about this little fiasco." Josh told Kyle. He wasn't interested in detention today, or any day.
"But I thought we were suppose to stay in school until 2:30?" Kyle questioned him. Josh gave his an exasperated look, but smiled despite it.
"We are, but sometimes people leave early. It's called skipping." He explained. Kyle nodded, though Josh was certain he didn't completely understand. So instead he grabbed Kyle's hand and led him down the hall, out of the nearest doors. Outside, he noticed he was holding the dark-haired boys hand, and quickly let him go. Kyle didn't seem to notice Josh's peculiar actions, or the faint pink tint to his cheeks.
"Where are we going?" He asked instead.
"Home. Mom and dad are both at work today, so we have the whole house to ourselves. I'll teach you to play video games or something." Josh told him with a slight shrug. They walked the short distance to the house in comfortable silence, and Josh wondered about the strange boy that seemed to surprise him more and more everyday. Why did he stop the fight? Probably because he knew it was wrong, no other reason. But that look in his eyes, he looked so worried. It felt nice to have someone so concerned for him, without feeling obligated to like a parent or sibling would. Josh knew he was really letting his imagination get the best of him, but let his mind wander anyway. He almost missed the turn to his own house, so lost in thought. Josh got the key, hidden under the welcome mat on the porch, and let them in. Then he locked the door behind them as Kyle led the way upstairs.
"You're bleeding." He mentioned when they were in Josh's room. Josh reached up and touched the cut, flinching as it burned under his finger tips. Kyle was right, it seems pretty bad. He hoped he wouldn't need stitches or anything.
"Peroxide." He said, more to himself as he left for the bathroom. He looked through the medicine cabinet, pulling out peroxide, a cotton swab and a band-aid, and went to try to clean out his wounds. "Fuck!" he cursed as the soaked cotton swab dripped peroxide into the open cut. It burned as it clean his wound, and even though it was childish, Josh hated it.
"Let me." Kyle said, and Josh turned to see the boy watching him from the doorway. He handed him the swab and hopped up onto the counter without thinking, and Kyle stood before him.
"You don't have to.." He trailed off as he watched Kyle slowly dab the wound, gently cleaning away the dried blood. The boy was concentrating hard on not causing Josh any discomfort, his tongue poking out the side of his mouth in a comical look.
"Josh, what is a 'faggot'?" Kyle spoke, surprising Josh a little.
"What?!" Hearing those words coming from someone as innocently naive as Kyle sounded so wrong.
"One of those boys called you that. Is it bad?" Kyle asked him, sincere curiosity in his voice as he kept working. Josh wasn't sure what to say.
"Uhm. Well. It's a word you shouldn't say, you shouldn't ever call someone that." He spoke cautiously. The things he told Kyle were the only things he would know, so he couldn't go filling the boy's head with biased opinions of someone else.
"But what does it mean?" Kyle pushed further, just as Josh feared he would.
"It's a derogatory way to refer to a boy who likes other boys." He told him, sounding like he was explaining it to a young child.
"I like other boys. Does that make me a- am I one of those?" Kyle asked. Josh wanted to shake his head and laugh at how ridiculous this conversation would sound to anyone else, but didn't move for the sake of getting the done and over with.
"No, not like that. It's a bad name to call a homosexual guy. A boy who likes other boys in a sexual way." Josh explained. "Uhm, a boy who likes to kiss other boys." He added further. Kyle stopped then, and looked at Josh.
"Is it bad to like to kiss other boys?" He questioned him. Josh shook his head.
"No, it's not. But there are some people who don't like it." He said. He watched as Kyle took this in, a thoughtful expression on the other boy's perfectly sculptured face. Josh tried to imagine the way Kyle's mind worked. It was obvious he processed things at a faster rate then everyone else. He just couldn't imagine not knowing the things he felt he'd known all his life.
"Do you like to kiss other boys?" Kyle asked, jolting Josh violently from his thoughts. He should have known this one was coming. He wasn't sure what to say, his sexuality was a constantly on his mind lately.
"Yeah, I do." He blurted out. He just said it. For the first time, Josh had admitted it to someone, hell, he finally admitted to himself that he was gay. It just felt so natural to say it.
"I think I do to." Kyle told him. He set the cotton swab he was still holding down on the counter next to them. Josh looked at him, raising a questioning eyebrow.
"What about Amanda?" He asked, finding it hard to believe that Kyle has actually said that. He was sure the boy must be confused. Kyle shrugged at the mentioning of their neighbor.
"I think she's pretty. But I don't think I want to kiss her." He responded, smiling that adorable crooked smile of his. "How do I know for sure? That I like boys, I mean." He then asked, this time sounding a little sheepish. Josh knew he was pushing it, and that it could be considered taking advantage of Kyle for doing it, but he couldn't but be honest with the boy.
"You try it. And then you know for sure." He told him. He was surprised he'd said it, as Josh had never been good with being so forward. Now he just waited for Kyle reaction. Though he knew it was unlikely, he still expected the boy to be grossed out, and to walk away from him.
"Can I kiss you?" Kyle asked, looking down at his hands and he blushed faintly. Josh reached forward and lifted his chin so he would look at him, and then nodded. Kyle gave a small grin, before they both leaned forward. Their lips connected, hesitantly, slowly at first. Gaining nerves, Josh deepened the kiss slightly, before pressing his tongue against Kyle's lips softly. Kyle opened his mouth in response and Josh smiled a little into the kiss, the pain from his busted lip completely forgottten as he reached up to rest his hands in either side of Kyle's neck. He knew he was probably getting into this more then he should, but he didn't expect to ever get another chance to make out with someone as amazing as Kyle. He also didn't expect it when Kyle's hands found their way to his hips, resting just beneath his shirt. The skin to skin contact was a slight shock, as was the feeling on Kyle's tongue massaging his own. When they finally parted, both boys were panting slightly.
"What...what did you think?" Josh finally asked after catching his breath. He was aware of Kyle's hands still on his hips, and his still draped around his neck, but ignored it. The other boy seemed content.
"I definitely like kissing boys." Kyle replied, and Josh laughed, laying his head on Kyle's shoulder in a pleasant mixture of amusement and relief. His parents had been talking about turning his father's workshop into a bedroom for Kyle, so that Josh would have more space. Josh didn't feel that was necessary anymore.