Happy Birthday Jason

He was awake. I could tell. I rolled over so we were facing eachother.
"Happy birthday."
He smiled. "Only if you're my present."
He pulled me on top of him and kissed me, darting his toung in and out of my mouth, searcing every inch. I put my hands in his hair and pulled him closer.
All i could feel was him, and all i could smell was him, and all i could hear was... the gasp?
We were frozen in that position. Me on top of him, us both looking that direction. My bottem lip between his teeth.
Them looking at us, mouth open, eyes wide, not moving a muscle.
The year long silence was broken by his little brother walking in.
"Justin! You dont wrestel on the bed! You're going to fall off and get hurt!"
We all moved at once, the trance that had been cast broken. His mom ran out of the room, dragging his brother behind. I jumped up, realising i was only in my boxers, grabbed my pants off the floor and headed twards the door. As i passed his dad, i felt a firm grip on my shoulder that turned me around twards the computer chair. I sat without a word.
His dad ran his fingers through his hair and started pacing. "How.. How i mean.. I just dont.. Why?"
"Dad i just.."
"NO! You are not my son. I couldnt have raised such... waste." He walked out of the room and slammed the door behind him.
Justin collapesd on the bed and buried his head in his hands. His sobs were silent but deep. He was shaking.
"Justin i.. "
"The best thing you can do right now is leave. Please. You're going to make it worse. I need to explain."
I nodded, put on my shirt, and walked out. I heard his mom crying in the kitchen. His dad was reassuring her. "Its not your fault. He was just a bad egg. Fucking queer."
That hurt. A lot. I walked past. They just stared. I just continued walking.
I stormed into my house, went straight to my room, collapsed on my bed, and bawled my eyes out. There was a soft knock at my door. My mom walked in after i didnt answer. She sat next to me and rubbed my back. It made me feel like i was in kindergarden.
"What happened?"
"Nothing mom. Nothing."
Mis. Donte called." I turned over and looked at her.
"What did she say?"
"Im not sure. She was crying at screaming at me. Very hard to understand."
I turned on my side facing away from her.
"The found out?"
"Yeah, they did?"
"And Im guessing they didnt take it as well as i did."
I didnt say anything.
She leaned down and gathered me in her arms. The kindergarden feeling was back but i didnt mind. I needed it.
The doorbell rang. She patted my back and went to go get it.
"Oh my gosh! Are you ok?!"
I ran into the kitchen to find Justin standing there. Dried blood covering his nose, chin, and the front of his shirt. My mom was wetting a napkin to wipe it off.
"What happ...Did your dad do this?!" I didnt wait, the answer was on his face. I started walking twards the door. He grabbed my arm and stopped me.
"Just forget about it."
"Do you see your face? Im not going to just forget it." I pulled out of his grasp and started walking twards the door again. He grabbed my shoulder and pushed me into the wall. "Dont worry about it." He said putting his arms on either