Honeydew Kisses

The lights shone like noon sunlight on the polished mirror of a stage as the sound of footsteps struck each board like a harpsichordist at their instrument gone mad with the power of the strings. The room was quiet, no one daring even to breath, and smelled like ancient literature reborn from a time people had forgotten. From stage left, he entered a vision of confidence and beauty.
"Seems, madam! Nay, it is: I know not 'seems'," the boy on the stage mused in quotation.
Taren watched in utter enthrallment from the safety of the auditorium's door as Aiden rehearsed his lines. He watched with eyes of soft citron as the pale, seductively thin, blonde male moved about the stage in fluidic motions. A soft pink began to creep to his tanned cheeks as he envisioned himself moving with his secret infatuation beneath those halogen lights.
"Just a silly dream," he whispered to himself as he continued to watch.
A well placed directory movement positioned Aiden to where he could clearly see the six foot one spy. He smiled and waved at him. The darker male flinched yet waved back, the pink growing to rich maroon.

Aiden strode toward the football player, a sly smile creeping to his lips. He was shorter and slimmer than Taren, like an elm to a yew, but they both were blessed with being the same age. Taren was a jock, while Aiden was a drama geek: considered in the dreaded high school cliques as complete opposites. Taren swept a hand through his dark brown seemingly onyx hair as he leaned against the door frame, stumbling and nearly tumbling backwards.
"Careful, ya goof," Aiden grinned as he watched the darker male align himself again, "What were you doing?"
Taren avoided the blonde's eyes and instead began to walk down the hall, his footfalls coming off shaky. Aiden shook his head, smiling happily to himself, as he followed.
"I was just watching," Taren said nervously as he pushed his weight into the door.
Aiden cocked a golden eyebrow, shifting his hands to the cavernous realms of his jeans' pockets. The day was like a dreary optimist: bright yet pinches of clouded doubt dotting the beauty of the cerulean sky.
"Wanna go get a slushie," he asked once he'd caught up to the other male.
Taren looked down, nearly becoming one with a bench. He rebounded quickly, getting a soft chuckle from his friend.
"Ya, I guess," he muttered quietly.
He was surprised every time the little dramatist came around him, feeling like he was being coveted for his status, though he felt satisfaction to have his crush so close. The wind cut past them, ruffling their clothes and kissing their cheeks sweetly like honeydew. Aiden let his eyes rove the expanse of Taren's body, his fingers slipping slowly from his pockets to brush his muscles, the softness of the touch the equivalent to an eyelash's butterfly kiss. Taren shook from the tenderness, his legs threatening to come out from under him.
"You're so cute when you shake," Aiden whispered.
Taren avoided the blonde's eyes; to be honest he'd been too shy to have ever even looked him in the eye. He didn't even know their color.

A few minutes later, they walked leisurely through a nearly deserted park, fruit flavored slushies in hand. The wind seemed to have died but the sun still only peaked from patches in the soft, gray clouds.
"You know, Taren, you could always quit football and join the drama club with me. You could be my Horatio," Aiden said, the ghost of a smile on his lips as they took up the straw again.
Taren's index and middle finger found the cache of plushy flesh dangling at the side of his jaw, rubbing intently. He swallowed continuously.
"My dad wouldn't like that. He wants me to play sports," he said slowly after a few seconds of pause, "Like he did."
Aiden's eyes did a quick take: starting at his friend's face and ending at the curve of the path they were taking.
"He pushes that on you doesn't he," he asked tossing the empty plastic cup into a trash can. He turned to the taller male to see his eyes were dark amber, "It's not what you want?"
"He's proud of me," Taren said quickly as he let his cup join Aiden's.
The smaller man crossed his arms, cocking his head to the side. A lost ray of light tore from the clouds and cast a shine on him that Taren was finding positively enchanting.
"But are you happy, Taren," his voice was soft as he brushed a wayward strand of gold from his face, "That's my question?"
Taren felt as if he was about to tear his earlobe away. He looked from side to side trying to find something to change the subject with, but nothing caught his eye. His eyes moved back to Aiden, watching every move his petite body made.
"I mean you really should tell him how you feel," he began to walk again. Taren obediently followed, "You can't keep doing this to yourself," he continued. Taren could feel his heart beat faster in his chest as if it threatened to break his ribs and tear free of his flesh. Aiden turned and brushed his arm again, though slower and more deliberate, "I don't want to see you hurt yourself. I care about you."
The taller man's mouth hung slack as he soaked in the words. He could feel his face begin to burn: not from embarrassment but from admiration and love. He couldn't take it anymore. He was tired of being nervous and mousy around the little dramatist. He had to make a stand. And so he did.
Taren caught Aiden off guard when his supple rear met the rough bark of a tree and the darker man's soft lips clamped down over his in not so much a naughty display as more of an affectionate game. He wrapped his arms around the thickness of Taren's neck, his wrists feeling the pounding force of his pulse.
Taren pulled back quickly, eyes wide and face red, "I-I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean- that is to- I'm sorry! I didn't mean- I wasn't thinking! I," he was a mass of nervous confusion, his body trembling as if there were gale force winds around them.
Aiden smiled, licking his lips almost hungrily. He grabbed a hold of the jock's face and brought him closer.
"Ya big goof," he muttered as he pushed his lips against Taren's to return the kiss though on a much steamier level.
The taller male melded into his body as they met by mouth and embrace to share a passionate, loving, and wonderful first kiss.