Typical Nights - Part 2 ~ Krys
#2 of Typical Nights
Part 2 of "Typical Nights"
This story's just a plot developer. There's no yiff, and just partial nudity.
The beginning switches between Krys' and Keegan's points of view.
If you don't like things that are gay... well first of all, get out of the M/M section.
If you're under +18 or viewing stuff like this is illegal in your area, you should run off to a happier site, kiddies.
If you don't like swearing... you're gonna looooooove Keegan.
Enough warnings. Have fun. Rate and comment.
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What happens when your best friend knows your secret...?
Typical Nights â€" Part 2 ~ Revelations
~Krys~
I called him up somewhere around 12, knowing that it would piss him off, but I didn't care right now. This was really important, and if I didn't get it out it would kill me.
"Hey Krys. Why the fuck are you calling me at 12, might I ask?"
See? I knew it would piss him off. I know him too well.
"Listen Keegan, I need to talk to you." He lets out a long sigh on the other end. I can tell he doesn't
want to go through this right now. And knowing him, I just interrupted his routine.
"God, Krys... about what?"
"Ssh. Not this second. We have to meet somewhere. I can't let my parents hear this."
"Shit..." he moans. "Alright, where?"
"Uh..."
"You haven't thought this out??" He's getting agitated. "Don't you think you should do that before you call someone at... fuck, 12am?"
"The park behind the academy. That's like, halfway between your place and mine, right?"
"What the fuck, man? You can't just meet me over here or something? I don't want to go out in the cold." He was so self-centered. God, what didn't revolve around him?
"And you think I do? Come on, just wear a long jacket or something. And can you stop swearing every sentence? It's always like that with you. It's annoying."
"Whatever. I'll be there in 10 minutes. Don't you dare be late! I'll fucking kill you-"
I clicked the phone shut. I really don't need to listen to him swear his head off at me, all I needed to know was that he would meet me at the park. That was enough information.
~Keegan~
It was SO damn cold. I didn't need this. I should be at home, asleep. I rub my eyes and yawn groggily, looking around as I walked towards the park. "Y'know, I really shouldn't be out past curfew..." I say to myself. "I swear. If I get fucking caught..." The park entrance is coming up to my right, and great timing too â€" about three streets up, a cop car swings out onto the main road. "Awfuck!" I yelp as I dive behind the gate to the park. The car pulls by, not suspecting a thing. I wipe the sweat from my brow and look up. Krys is sitting there on a bench, looking all smug, and he cracks a smile.
That fucking bastard.
~Krys & Keegan~
"So why the hell did you want me to meet you here? What was so important that you had to tell me, but so secret that you couldn't let your parents hear??" Krys just sat there with that smug look on his face still, and his eyes definitely weren't fixed on my face. "Um, hello? Earth to dickwad, come in dickwad..." Krys just laughed and shook his head.
"Did you even bother to check yourself before you came, Mr. ‘I-don't-want-to-be-outside'?" He stifled a giggle and casually pointed to my crotch. I looked down and noticed that the fly of my PJs was open, and my sheath was in plain view of... well, everyone that happened to notice.
I storm over to Krys, and I am SO pissed right now. "Hey, faggot, why the fuck were you staring? You gay or something?" He didn't answer. He just sat and looked directly into my eyes, like he was looking into my fucking soul. "Hey!" I punched him in the arm. "Answer me dude, why the hell were you staring?" He laughed again, but this time it was a more conceited kind of laugh. Like he was better than me. It was also kind of an "I have absolute power over you right now" laugh. Like I was a peon and he was a king.
"Stop it, Keegan. You and I both know that if I were a fag, you wouldn't care." I froze.
"Um... what?" He just slipped me a sly smile.
"I know you better than anyone else, Keegan. You can't hide things from me. But, there's the question â€" were you even trying to hide it?" I was scared. Scared and pissed. I grabbed Krys by the shoulders of his jacket and put my face muzzle-to-muzzle with his.
"What the fuck are you talking about, man?!" I spat. There was no way he knew. There was no way anyone knew. But from what he was saying... everyone knew?
"Stop playing, man. It's fine," he said as he waved his hand. "And you might want to calm down, unless you want the cops on us." He was right. I immediately calmed down.
"Krys..." I sighed. "Please, Krys. What are you talking about?" It was almost a whisper that escaped from his mouth when he responded, a whisper that crushed me, that knocked the breath out of me, that brought me to my knees.
"I know about you, Keegan."
"Oh God," was all I could manage.