Chapter 14: Thigh Gaps And Modest Spaces

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He hugs me back, tightly, "I'm sorry for making you feel that way and confusing you," he mumbles in my shoulder.

"Just never call me a girl again," I remark, "Or else I'll kick your ass."

"I apologize," he pulls back, placing a hand on my cheek, "I only did that because you were always so close to confronting me about it—"

"About what?"

"About my feelings, Rico," he remarks, releasing me, "Then, my talent of being vicious and spiteful made me have the upper hand."

I tease, "You do have a great talent of being a douche."

"For some strange reason, I seem to let myself go, when I'm with you."

I joke, "I hope you're not planning on letting this go." I place my hand on his chest. "Or we'll have some problems."

He chuckles, "Of course not. My family wouldn't allow it."

I rub his chest. "Great. Neither would I."

He places his arms around my waist. "So, what are we now, Rico?"

I shrug. "I don't know honestly."

"Can we be real boyfriends?" he asks.

"I don't know," I reply, "After all, you kind of forced me into a fake relationship the first time."

"I only did that, because since I made your sexuality known to the whole school, it just unlocked doors to the open and closeted gays."

I snort, "As if anyone would want the music nerd." No one has ever asked me out before I was outed by Jake and no one asked me out after I was outed.

"I beg to differ," Jake remarks, "I noticed you receiving more attention."

"I was getting looks of disgust, gossip, all the above, if I recall."

"You were also receiving looks of admiration from potential gay guys," he adds, in anger, "Some even had the audacity to blatantly stare at your ass."

I jerk my head around, peeking at my butt. "Really? From who?"

His eyebrows arch in irritation. "I don't know their names," he groans.

I stare at my butt some more. "I guess I do have a cute butt," I chuckle.

"So, what's your answer?"

"Answer to what?" I ask, staring at my butt still.

Taking me by surprise, he smacks my butt hard. "Focus, Rico," he mutters.

I make a face at him, flipping him off. "That hurt, Jake."

"Answer my question or I'll tease you about your thigh gap."

"What thigh gap?" I turn my attention between my legs.

He laughs, "You haven't noticed your thigh gap?"

"I don't have a thigh gap," I remark, placing a hand between my thighs self-consciously. As I examined myself a little while longer, I realize that I do in fact have a thigh gap. "I thought only girls have them," I think aloud, "I am a guy and guys don't have thigh gaps."

"Well, you do," Jake points out, chortling.

"Is that why you called me a girl?" I question, angrily.

He shook his head, "No. I was just being an asshole."

I try hard to make my thighs touch but am unsuccessful. "Why do I have one?" I complain, "I'm a guy." I continue trying to make them touch, probably looking like am complete imbecile. "I thought that it was a modest space for my genitalia," I mope, "Great, there's a legitimate reason for you to call me a girl now."

"Rico, calm down. You have a thigh gap. It's not the end of the world," he assures, "It just means you have wider hips."

I sigh, still trying to make them touch each other. "Girls have them," I persist.

"At least you don't have to endure chaffing," he responds, embracing me, "Plus, it suits you."

I groan, "Girls are supposed to have them, not guys."

"Well, girls are supposed to have breasts but some men do too."

I apprehensively respond, "So, you're saying that thigh gaps are meant for girls but yet some guys have them too."

"No, that's not what I'm saying," he sighs, embracing me closer to him, "I'm saying that what people may think belongs to a gender, does not belong to a gender. For example, there are some guys that have curves—" he stops, becoming irritated. "So, are we boyfriends now?"

I shrug. "I guess so."

"Gee, you sound mighty excited, don't you?"

"Get on your knees," I respond. His clasp around me loosens, as if he's perhaps confused. "Just do it, Jake."

Jake obliges shockingly. "I'm not going to do it, just so you know."

"Do what?"

A blush rises to his cheeks, which answers my question. I place my hands on his face. "You're so dirty-minded, Jakie-Jake. I just want you to ask me the proper way."

"This isn't a marriage proposal, Rico," he retorts, in realization.

"I want it to be treated like one," I create a fake pout on my lips, "But without a ring of course. After all, I deserve it for what you put me through daily."

He stood up. "Can we start over first?"

"Really, Jake?"

"Hi, what's your name?" he asks, in a hilariously childish voice.

"Jake," I laugh, "What the hell?"

"Hi, what's you name?" he repeats.

It is then that I realize that he's imitating his voice as a child and he wants to reenact our first time meeting one another.

I don't respond.

"Come on, Rico, you have to reply."

"If I recall, I didn't reply when you asked me this when we first met."

"Oh, yeah," he remarks, grinning. He looks up at he ceiling and scratches his head.

I titter, "What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to remember exactly what happened." After a long pause, he faces me and his expression changes. "Want any help with that?"

I mentally grin and reluctantly nod.

He gets behind me and makes swishing noises as he pretends to push me. "Are you mute?"

I look at him in puzzlement.

"It's when you can't talk," he explains, "My cousin from Wisconsin is mute. I just thought you were mute, because you're so quiet."

I shook my head.

Jake makes me jump in alarm when he whistles loudly.

Then, he walks off and I catch up to him. "Thank you," I say in a childish voice.

"You're welcome."

"My parents say I'm not allowed to talk to strangers," I whisper.

"Does that mean I'm not a stranger?"

"I guess so."

"Then what am I?"

"A friend," I answer.

"Friend?" Jake smiles in excitement.

I nod, placing my hand out for a handshake. "Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too," he responds, shaking my hand.

"You're really strong," I chuckle.

"Boys," he imitates the teacher's voice that dismissed recess.

I couldn't hold it in any longer. I burst out in laughter and Jake joins in.

"We did pretty good, huh?"

"Yeah," I reply, kissing him, "My memory was kind of blurry, but you rekindled it. How did you remember so much?"

He shrugs. "I just do. You are an important aspect to my past, so of course I'd remember a lot."

Feeling touched, I hold his hands. "I'm impressed. Even I didn't remember that much."

"Well, you were only four at the time and I was five."

I kiss him again. "Now, get on your knees, Jake."

He listens and grasps my hand. "Will you be my boyfriend?"

"I don't know," I joke, "What will I get out of it?"

He laughs, "Me. What could anyone ask for?"

I pull him up and hug him. "Of course I will."

"Good, now I can touch your ass as much as I want," he responds, placing both his hands on my butt.

"What is it with you touching my butt?"

He lifts me into his arms, with my legs around his waist, still caressing my butt. "Did anyone ever tell you that you have a bubble butt?" With that, he gives me a harsh swat.

"Luci told me that before," I recall, "It was when she slept over my house and saw me in my boxers." In delight, I mentally laugh at her comment. "Rico, you have a fat ass bubble butt!" Then, she swatted it with my flip flop. "And it jiggles!" she added, smacking it with my flip flop again.

"I remember you telling me about you two seeing each other half naked on several occasions."

"Yeah," I chortle.

"And then you said how I was never going to see you half naked," he continues, "Look at us now." I feel him groping my butt. "I've seen you naked and I've touched your ass so many times. Hell, I even showered with you."

I add, "And ate cake off me."

"And spanked you." He smacks my butt once again.

"Ouch, asshole," I groan, in distress. "Keep it up and I'll fart on your hands," I warn.

He nuzzles my neck, smacking my butt twice as hard with both hand simultaneously. "You like it, Rico. Admit it."

"As many times that you slapped my ass," I confess, "I guess I don't hate it—"

He tightly fondles me. "Lascivious and naughty."

"—or love it," I finish, "It's just a neutral thing, Jake."

He fondles me aggressively. "Your bubble butt goes perfectly with your thigh gap."

"Don't remind me about the thigh gap," I groan, "I'm still trying to come to terms in possessing such a girly feature."

"But you don't mind the bubble butt?"

I remark, "Not as much as the thigh—I don't even want to call it that anymore. Let's call it a modest space."

"Rico, your thigh g—modest space is just an extra area of you to love."

I exhale a deep sigh. "My modest space appreciates your comment."

He cackles, "And my hand appreciates your modest space." Suddenly, I feel one of his hands go lower until it rests between my legs.

"Jake," I gasp in astonishment.

"It gives an easy entrance for me to touch you there. Besides, what guy dislikes wider hips?"

"But, Jake," I argue, "It's okay for guys to like wider hips but it's not okay for guys have wider hips."

His hand lowers, which causes me to jolt. "Rico," he kisses me dearly, "You're beautiful."

Before I have enough time to respond, he places me on the mats and kisses me deeply.

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Not my favorite chapter but whatever >_> It's an update right? The next one will be better :D