Sit Back, Gotta Catch My Breath

I've been sitting in my room for the past ten minutes rubbing my hands together nervously and checking my appearance every couple of minutes. My heart skipped a beat when I heard a car door slam outside. I jumped up off my bed, checking my appearance once more before running downstairs to see my mum greeting Jack.
Damn. She beat me to him.
I stood there for a couple minutes, waiting for my mum to leave the room. When she finally went to her room to finish unpacking with my dad, I ran over to Jack and planted a long-overdue kiss on his lips. I pulled away quickly before dragging him down the hall, up the stairs, and into my room.
I closed the door behind me before slamming my lips into his once again. He started backing up, but keeping the kiss going, until we both fell over on the bed. I was about to straddle him before he flipped us over so that he was on top of me.
He licked my bottom lip, and I granted him access. His tongue began to massage mine as he ran his hands up my chest until he found the top button of my flannel. He began to undo the buttons like a pro while I adjusted my legs so that I had one on each side of him.
I bit his lip, causing him to moan and buck his hips, causing some amazing friction. He finished unbuttoning my shirt and ran his hands up and down my bare chest. He broke the kiss and kissed my jawline and my neck hungrily before he found the spot he was looking for.
He kissed that one spot a couple times before he started nibbling and sucking on it. A couple moments later, he pulled away from the spot, looking pleased with himself.
I could already feel my length throbbing for some friction. I flipped us back over so that I was on top, straddling him. I removed my shirt the rest of the way and helped Jack remove his shirt before reconnecting our lips for a sloppy kiss. I grinded down on him hard, gaining deep moans from both of us. I grinded down on him again, and again, until he couldn't take it anymore.
He grabbed my wrists and guided my hands down to his junk. I kissed him down his chest and started undoing his belt with shaking fingers. I was finally able to undo his belt and unbuttoned his skinnies. I slid his jeans down to his ankles before I started palming him through his boxers. He moaned again before bucking his hips up.
I stopped palming him, making him whimper from loss of friction, and returned to kissing him. He fumbled with my belt buckle before sliding my jeans down as far as he could, and then I helped him remove them the rest of the way as he kicked his own jeans off the rest of the way. Once we were both in nothing but our boxers, I grinded down on him again.
I was about to return to palming him when I heard a shriek. Both Jack and my eyes shot to my bedroom door, where my mum was standing, her hands over her mouth and her eyes wide.
I hurried off of Jack and grabbed my jeans and placed them on my lap to hide my bulge, and Jack quickly started getting dressed.
"M-Mum... i-it's not what you think!" I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes as the expression on my mum's face changed from shock to horror to disgust to anger.
She stormed across the room towards Jack and started hitting his chest and arms, screaming at him to get out of her house and stay away from her son.
Jack ran out of the room as he put his shirt on. I wanted to tell him to come back, I wanted to explain everything to my mum, but I was frozen, a million thoughts rushing through my head all at once.
It was when I heard the front door slam that I broke. The tears that I had been holding back started to pour down my cheeks.
My dad finally entered the room, a look of confusion on his face. Before he had a chance to speak, my mum grabbed his arm and led him back to their room. The second I heard their door slam, I heard my mum shriek again and begin to sob loudly.
I wiped the tears off of my cheeks, only to have them replaced by new tears, as I got dressed into my P.J.'s.
I was curled up under my comforter, hugging a pillow and still sobbing, when my mum returned to my room with a steaming mug in her hands.
She shut the door behind her with her foot and sat down next to me on my bed. She placed the mug on my bed-side table and pulled me into a hug. "It'll be okay, honey. You're just confused."
I pushed her away angrily. "I'm confused?!" I shouted at her, my voice cracking.
"Yes. This," she gestured to me and my bed, "is not natural. That boy just confused you."
I shook my head as she said all of this.
"You like girls, remember?" she said, placing her hand on my shoulder.
I shrugged her hand off of my shoulder. "I'm not confused. I like Jack. Not one word of that confuses me. He makes me feel like no girl was ever able to make me feel."
"Honey," she said, more sternly this time, "You're confused, and that's that. You like girls." She stood up and headed to my door to leave, only pausing to say, "You dad is talking to Jack's father right now."
"No!" I croaked.
"Yes!" she shouted, "And you're not going back to school for a while. Anything to keep you from seeing that boy" She stormed out of my room, slamming the door behind her.
No. Not Jack's dad. He'll kill Jack. He'll kill him!
And there was nothing I could do about it.
Nothing.

Notes

Okay. You guys hate me now. I know it.

-Ryan