Taylor

"What?" Scott asked.

"Fate."

He gasped. "I know. Just - not even a minute before we ran into you, we were talking about you. Then, we're in the same terminal for the same flight and we're both going to LA for the same premiere . . ."

"I know, it's really X-Files-ish!" We both stopped talking at once, our heads swimming with ideas and thoughts and memories of the past day. I suddenly checked my Indiglow watch to see what time it was. "It's one-thirty in the morning."

"Are you tired?"

"Not really."

"Me neither."

There was a silent pause where a few moments slipped by us unheeded.

"I guess if having a normal girlfriend were impossible, I could date a celebrity," I commented, falling back onto the girls subject.

"Like who?"

"Fuck if I know." We chortled.

"Umm . . . the chick in She's All That?"

"No, I don't think she can act worth shit. I'd spend the entire date criticizing her in my mind."

"Okay . . . I don't know how old she is anyway. Let's see, Kirsten Dunst?"

"Who the hell is that?"

"The chick in Jumanji?"

"Isn't she like, twelve or something?"

"I don't know, Tay, help me out, here! That's like all the teenage girl celebrities I know . . . and . . . Danielle Fishel . . . is mine, so don't even think about it."

"Okay . . . let's see . . . not Britney Spears, the walking boob job."

We both exploded into fits of laughter - quiet laughter, burying our faces in our pillows.

"I wonder if she would even feel it if you tried to fondle them," Scott cracked.

"I don't know if I could tell if she was turned on or not, I mean, her nipples are hard anyway," I snickered. "Anyway, her tits are huge. They're probably all stiff and crap. She'd probably hurt me if I tried to touch them." Scott was rolling around in the bed laughing his ass off. I had to admit the mental picture was pretty funny, and I joined in laughing, too.

"Her nipple might poke your eye out," he giggled. I snorted.

"I'm scared of her. She might injure me. Let's see . . . who else? Oh." I smiled. "I know she's like, engaged or something, but Reese Witherspoon. The chick in Pleasantville."

"I heard she's pregnant."

"Well, not like I could've dobbed her anyway," I laughed.

"Yeah, the guy she's engaged to is really good-looking," Scott said.

I froze, my heart stopping for a moment. Did Scott just say that another guy was good-looking? I thought I was, like, the only guy who ever thought things like that! And not because I meant to! Just because thoughts like that just appeared in my head sometimes! Scott didn't speak, either.

I swallowed. "Who is it?"

"The guy in I Know What You Did Last Summer. The blond one," he replied softly.

"Yeah . . . he's pretty good-looking," I agreed slowly. I could feel both of us relax.

"Okay, sorry, I really don't know why I said that out loud," Scott breathed. "But, like, truthfully, sometimes I think things like that, and . . . and-"

"So do I," I quickly informed Scott. "I thought that about Ben Stiller once - I thought Zac was going to chuck a psycho."

Scott

"Yeah, I think so, too," replied Taylor.

I felt a smile form on my face. "Thank you for not acting really immature and telling me I'm a fag," I whispered, grateful for a mature and open-minded guy like Taylor to have as a friend.

"Same," Tay replied. "If you were Zac you would be repetitively kicking me in the balls." (I winced at the thought.) "Seriously, he's completely homophobic."

"Well, I'm not," I replied. "I mean, I'm not gay or anything, but I'm honest enough to admit that sometimes I - get a hard-on from thinking about a guy."

"Oh, God, same again," Taylor said intensely. "I really feel guilty about it sometimes. Like I'm weird. I can't help it, though. There are as many beautiful guys out there as there are girls . . . and I like them both."

"Tay, are you bisexual?" I asked, shocked at how honest we were being with each other, and how excited I was by our conversation. To be truthful, I had a nice-sized erection, but it was easier to hide since I was laying on my side facing Tay.

"Sometimes I think I am, but I really don't know," he admitted. "I've never done anything with either a girl or a guy. Don't . . . don't, please don't stop being my friend because of it, though. I wouldn't be telling you any of this, but for some really weird reason, I feel open about it around you."

"I'm not the kind of person who would down a friend because of that, okay?" I told Taylor.

"I feel really stupid now," Tay said softly. "I know you didn't want to know that."

"Don't," I whispered firmly. "I like knowing that you have such an open mind. God, so many of my friends - I can't even tell you, Tay. They're so narrow-minded. If I ever told them half of what you know about me they would just drop me. They'd never even talk to me again."

Taylor offered me a smile. "Well, as far as I can tell, on both our parts it's still just fantasy. Neither of us have ever done anything with anybody, so it's not like we can be labeled gay or bi or what have you."

"True."

We just smiled at each other, and I found myself studying his face again. Sincere eyes . . . pretty lips. My chest grew tight. I was definitely excited by what we'd been talking about. And now I definitely had the feeling that I was attracted to him. "Tay?" I whispered.

"Yeah?"

"There're a lot of times when I think I'm bi, too."

"Really?"

"Yes." The tingle in my chest was just too much to take. My hard-on was raging. It was because of Taylor Hanson. I knew I had changed earlier with a hidden wish of him waking to see me; after all, couldn't I have left the towel on while I put on my boxers? I know I had secretly relished in the feeling of having his eyes on me while we were changing into swim trunks earlier. I couldn't help staring at him when he walked into the room in my blue boxers. The gleam in his eye was so sexy . . . I didn't want to admit it, then, though. I was ready to now. Looking at him, I smiled and said, "Now is one of those times."

To my surprise, Taylor impulsively reached his hand forward and touched my cheek. I closed my eyes, a tingle of excitement and pleasure at his fingers touching my skin running through my veins. I reached back and touched his cheek, too. It was a symbolic agreement, an unspoken one.

My body seemed to know to move without my mind telling it to, and we both shuddered in pleasure as I slid my body on top of Taylor's. Between our hot limbs in contact and his arm cautiously sliding around my back, only one thing was missing. With his hand on my cheek for guidance, I bent and bumped his lips with my nose. We both laughed a little. Then, I slid my lips up, and touched them to his.

Taylor

Joy, arousal, love, lust, hunger, relief, fulfillment - all these seemed weak adjectives compared to the raw, mixed emotions that filled my throat. I didn't know how to kiss and neither did he, but it was a more magical first kiss than I ever could have had with any girl. We would learn together, now, all the things we both longed for. I realized in that instant that Scott was who I'd been longing for.

I felt something wet on my cheek, and it rolled down onto my neck. It wasn't my tear. It was Scott's. His warm lips pulled from mine, and another tear dropped from his eyelashes to my cheek.

"Sorry." Scott swallowed. In the dim, human-made light, I saw the sparkle of another tear glimmer on his cheek, and brought my head up. Delicately, I licked the tear before it had the chance to escape, and its salty taste spread onto my tongue and tingled. At the touch of my tongue, Scott's body tensened.

"It's okay," I whispered, and kissed him timidly. This time, we instinctively knew how to put our lips in the right places, and it was heavenly. My fist of the arm that was around his back was clenched tightly, but I loosened the fingers and touched his back with my palm. I stroked the smooth skin and the curve in his lower back, mesmerized by the feel of his skin. His lips moved hungrily against mine, and I let out an involuntary cry of happiness. Every movement aroused me even more than the previous did - I couldn't believe it at all. It just wasn't registering. Five minutes ago, wasn't this what I was wishing? And it was happening? Way unreal!

We parted again and I sighed, looking into his eyes. He ran his hand down my stomach and I gasped - oh God, it felt so good to have him touch me and he wasn't even doing anything.

"Shh," he warned me, with a smile that told me he liked the noises I was making and would rather have me not be quiet. "I don't think my Dad would be proud of me for this."

"Mmm . . . good point," I breathed, then leaned him to the side and put my weight over so I rolled on top of him, switching our positions. Below me, he was breathless.

"I wanted this to happen," he whispered. "I knew you were beautiful from the minute I looked at your eyes in the airport. I wouldn't let myself come to terms with it, though."

I closed my eyes, my chest breathing in gulps of air. "Scott . . ."

I couldn't finish my sentence. It lingered in my mind, unspoken. I've needed you more than anything.

Scott kissed me again, more sure of himself this time, and I kissed back softly. I felt his hand unfold onto my chest, and I found my hand on the side of his head, playing with his hair. It was so silky, and soft. Putting my hand gently on the back of his head, it made his lips press harder against mine. I decided I wanted to try something, and edged the tip of my tongue out and quickly caressed his bottom lip with it. He jumped back, surprised, but he was smiling, so I knew he wanted to try it again.

I pulled his head down so I could kiss him again, and to my surprise, he let his tongue out to meet my own as I licked his lip again. The feeling shocked us both. So warm, soft, wet . . .

"Oh, God," I whispered, and slid my tongue all the way into his mouth. If Scott was surprised, he didn't show it, and softly moved his tongue with mine in a slow, sensuous motion. This time it was me who had tears in my eyes, as the truth slowly revealed itself to me. I was falling hopelessly, deeply in love with Scott Moffatt. We didn't separate again so soon, this time, and I used the tip of my tongue to thoroughly explore the roof of his mouth, the tips of his teeth, and, of course, his tongue.

He began to wriggle beneath me, and his erection flared up further, pressing against my thigh. Scott moved his leg and locked it around one of mine, his knee pressing up against my ass. As we parted, I flicked my tongue at his open lips, having a last taste, and he groaned softly. I sat up, straddling his thighs, and looked at him. He was breathing heavily and looking straight back at me.

"Do you want me to, Scott?" I asked, feeling as if I needed permission to venture into unfamiliar area. Scott's eyebrows raised, and he paused, replying carefully.

"Do I want you to what, exactly?"