Noah could hear the pain and fear in Dakota’s voice and he felt it too, unsure of what he
could say or do to help because he knew better than Dakota what it would be like if guys like
Hector ever found out about them. He could feel the cold creeping through his body where only
a few minutes earlier it had felt like a blast furnace inside of him, now it was becoming like
a frozen wasteland as his mind conjured up a myriad of horrors, worse than any painted words
on a locker had been. His heart ached as his hand rested on Dakota’s belly, trembling with
the fear until he felt the soft squeeze of Dakota’s hand on top of his own. Noah felt the
love reaching for him and yet he also felt the fear, both battling within him for dominance,
as he wondered if he could keep his desire secret, if he could not suddenly run towards Dakota
each time he saw him in the hallway or even if he could hold back from wanting to just nestle
into the crook of his arm each morning. The fear was winning as he felt Dakota’s hand take
his and move it up to Dakota’s face, and he felt the soft brush of his lips against the back
of his hand and finally he managed to turn his face upwards and gaze into the face of the boy
who had captured his heart and soul.
“Dakota… I… I don’t know if… I mean I know I have to, it is just that…”
“I know, me too Noah, but we don’t have any choice, fuck, why does it have to be like
this? Fuck… Damn them, maybe we should… I mean…”
“What? I don’t…”
“I can’t. I wish I could, but Noah this will only, I mean… fuck I want you so badly, to
be with you always; but if we do, you are going to get hurt, and I don’t want that… I
couldn’t live with that, I mean you deserve…”
“Stop it, you are scaring me Dakota, what are you saying?”
