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[sub]Starring [color=35996b]Archer[/color] | [color=851309]Kavan[/color] [/sub][/center]
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[color=silver]As he parked his car outside Kavan’s house Archer exhaled heavily trying to get rid of this weird feeling of nervousness that he had collected on the ride over. It was weird, he had been over here so many times over the years. It was just something in the tone that Marisol had when talking about the situation and also the way he had asked Kavan to meet up today. A groan left the young man’s lips as he remembered the awkward kiss he had planted on Kavan the night before. With one last look at himself in the rearview mirror and a huge sigh as he tried to get his hair to lay the way he wanted, Archer stepped out of his car.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Archer, Kavan had been doing the exact same thing as his good friend was; with the bathroom door shut and locked so that his sister wouldn’t come barging inside as usual, Kavan stood at the sink and stared at his reflection in the mirror. He loved his new haircut a lot more than he thought he would, and couldn’t help but crack a small smile as he used his fingers to push a couple strands of hair from out of his face. It wasn’t until after he heard his sister walk past the closed door, mentioning something about his vanity, that he decided he’d better head back to his bedroom.

Instead of knocking at the front door Archer just stood there looking at it for a moment, rocking back and forward on his heels.  [color=35996b][i]What are you doing?! Just knock![/i][/color] he mentally scolded himself before reaching out and knocking. The door swung open almost too quick as if someone had been waiting at the other side for him.

[color=35996b]“Oh?!”[/color] Archer yelped as he saw the gorgeous young woman standing there smiling at him.  [color=35996b]“My my… Amoli! Looking stylish as always,”[/color] the boy smirked looking the Indian beauty up and down. In response, the young woman playfully rolled her eyes and shrugged her shoulders as if she already knew.  [color=35996b]“Is your brother home?”[/color] Archer asked looking behind her as if Kavan would pop up from nowhere. 

[color=gray]“Nope, he definitely isn’t here,”[/color] Amoli said with a hint of sarcasm as she stepped out of the doorway and waved her hand, motioning for the younger boy to step foot into their home. [color=gray]“You know how Kavan can be on the weekends, always out and about… on the go. Certainly never holed up in his room with a few thick books and his guitar.”[/color]

Archer nodded along as Amoli spoke  [color=35996b]“Mmmmh I feel you”[/color] he said as he stepped passed the girl.  [color=35996b]“He’s such a nerd. Who would’ve thought he had such a… [i]goddess[/i] of beauty and popularity as a sister?!”[/color] he grinned sticking his tongue out at her. 

[color=gray]“I [i]know[/i], right?”[/color] Amoli said before returning the gesture, [color=gray]“It’s just [i]so hard[/i] being the Beyonce of the family. Kavan would never understand it.”[/color]

 [color=35996b]“I’m guessing he actually is holed up in his room then?”[/color] Archer pointed with both thumbs up the stairs.  [color=35996b]“Soo uhm I’m just going to let myself upstairs”[/color] he said as he walked up the stairs. 

Amoli simply nodded her head and offered the boy a small wave. [color=gray]“Be my guest,”[/color] she said with a smirk as she turned and started to make her way back towards the kitchen, [color=gray]“Have fun. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”[/color] 

As he arrived at the door he knew was Kavan’s, Archer pushed the already slightly open bedroom door. As he popped his head inside the boy noticed it to be empty as he looked around his friends room. Is he really out and about? he thought to himself as he browsed the books that filled the shelfs. He absent mindedly strummed the guitar that stood in its stand in front of him. With a sigh he fell backwards to flopp on to  Kavan’s bed stretching to his shirt rode up exposing part of his stomach.  

It was the distinct sound of Kavan’s bass guitar that caused the young man to slightly quicken his pace, for he now knew that someone was in his room and assumed it to be his older sister poking around in his things, as she often did. But when Kavan finally arrived at his bedroom door and took a quick peek inside, he saw that he had been mistaken; instead of it being Amoli, it was none other than his good friend Archer Diedrikson. Kavan suddenly froze in place, his heartbeat quickening as he stared at the boy who laid across the bed, his eyes tracing up and down Archer's body in a quick once-over that lingered on the slightly exposed portion of his abdomen. A few more seconds passed by before Kavan finally snapped out of his thoughts and cleared his throat so that Archer could hear. [color=851309]"Hey man,"[/color] the boy said as he entered the room and nervously ran his fingers through his hair, [color=851309]"Didn't know you were already here... Amoli must've let you in."[/color]

Archers eyes snapped open when he heard Kavan enter the room.  [color=35996b]“Oh! Hi! Yes she did!”[/color] he blurted out sitting up pulling on his shirt. Feeling the blood rushing to his cheeks. He quickly stood up from the bed and turned away from his friend to not show how flustered he was getting. After a few calming breaths as he pretended to peruse the bookshelves again he turned back to face Kavan for the first time. [color=35996b]“Oh dude you got a haircut?”[/color] he said as he stepped closer peering up at the taller boys face.  [color=35996b]“Really suits you! Did Amoli do it?”[/color] he asked as he reached out and brushed the dark locks with his hand. Kavan felt the heat rush to his ears as Archer did this; while he was very relieved that Archer liked his new haircut, he couldn't help but feel nervous once again at how close they were.

Just then a weird feeling came over Archer, all of a sudden he realized how close he actually stood to Kavan. He was frozen in the spot he stood. But his hand was still in Kavan’s hair so he had to will his body to move. His lips parted as if he was going to say something. But nothing came out. He let his hand drop down to rest on Kavan’s shoulder instead. He didn’t really know why he did it but it felt right so he pushed up from the floor and suddenly their lips met. Inside his head he was screaming but it was hidden behind his closed eyelids. This had been three years in the making.

It felt as if he had been waiting for it for so long, this one kiss that immediately sent his pulse skyrocketing and his mind racing. It came unexpectedly, but Kavan didn't dare pull away; in fact, he gently placed his hand behind Archer's neck and pulled his body closer to his, deepening their kiss with an unrestrained hunger. It was finally time for Kavan to let go of all of the pent-up feelings he'd been trying to keep in check for what seemed like forever. 

When the kiss was intensified with Kavan pulling him closer Archer felt himself relaxing into the dark boy. He pushed against the others body so that the backed into the open door so it closed. Archer felt his way to the door handle and clicked the lock. He had thrown all the anxiousness and nerves out the door before he locked it. All he knew now was that he did not want this moment to end. He pulled away and sat down on the bed again a hunger still in his eyes as he bit his lower lip looking up at one of his best friends. Without giving it another thought he gave Kavan’s hand a hard tug so he landed on top of him. Archer like a heat seeking missile found the boys lips and continued where they had left off only now with more passion.

As he was laying there in a euphoric state thinking that this beat out all of the books and junkfood in the world. There was still one thing that was bothering him. [color=35996b][i]Marisol had been right[/i][/color]  


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