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MissCris: Hey guys! This is the first in the many one-shot requests I got from you guys. I hope you like.

Plot: Two guys reconnect at their 20th High School Reunion, one was the typical jock the other the quiet geek. Nobody was out at the time they were in high school but they did use names like 'band fag', 'choir queer' and 'drama queen'.

Dedication: KevinWatson3 (the plot idea is his, I'm only elaborating and making it mushy gushy)

~Secrets From the Past~

"Give me a P!"

"P!"

"Give me an A!"

"A!"

I turn away from the group of long lost cheerleaders and look at the group of people milling around the hotel ball room. Why am I here? My high school was hell, to say the least, and yet I'm standing among the people who tormented me. I'm seriously masochistic, or the years have finally done what they're supposed to and made me lose my mind.

Sighing I give up trying to convince myself that there isn't a specific reason why I'm here tonight. Or rather a specific person.

"Give me an H!"

"H!"

Twenty years. It's been twenty years since I was around these people for the last time. How can time go by so quickly? Here I am thirty eight years old and what do I have to show for my years? A degree in computer graphics, a steady job and a lonely house. To most that may seem like a good life, well not the lonely house, but to me it's like my own personal jail.

Why? Because it proves to me that I can have what I put my mind to except the one thing I want most in the world. It's been twenty years! TWENTY! And I can't stop myself from falling into the memories of high school and him.

I remember the last day of High School, graduation day, we were all sitting in the gym of school listening to the principle announce the valedictorian that would give us our 'high school was great but now you get to live in the real world' speech, before we got our diplomas.

Yawning I looked around the crowded senior area where all the teens who had made the last four years of my life miserable were sitting. Don't get me wrong, not all of them were jackasses, just the majority. I mean, I didn't even get to perform the extracurricular activities that I loved because of fear of what they would do.

Being in the band was one of the activities I was looking forward to most when I entered high school. That dream died on the first day I entered the high school and I saw the 'big, strong' jocks bullying a band member and calling him a band fag. I honestly had no idea why they would call a person a fag just because they were in band but in any case it hit too close to home for me.

See, I'm gay. I knew it when I was in high school and I know it now. It's not a phase like most people try to pass it off as and it's nothing, nothing, for me to be ashamed of. I'm more attracted to guys than I am women, big deal.

Yeah, big deal. That's exactly what it was back then, a very big deal. In Bloomington South High School in the late 1980s and early 1990s it was taboo to say you were gay. The only time anyone ever mentioned the word, or others like that, was when they were tormenting a poor innocent soul.

I was lucky, in that respect any way. The jocks never called me faggot or queer or any other name that had a connotation to being gay. That doesn't mean that they didn't bully me. They did, my glasses and thin frame did nothing to help the accusations of being a geek, nerd, bookworm. It's not like I could do anything either, back then it was different and better to stay quiet.

"PANTHERS, PANTHERS, RAW, RAW, RAW!"

The cheering of the, wanna be again, cheerleaders brings me back to the present and I find myself scanning the people in the hotel room again with the same question in mind as that long ago day at graduation.

What happens now?

If I was smart I would leave, there's nothing here for me to stay for. Nobody has approached me or even recognised me. I know that if I turn away now and never look back nobody will notice and I can pretend this was just a bad dream, but the pull to stay is too strong. The pull to see him is too strong.

Sighing again, I realise that I'm seriously sick for wanting to see the one guy who might have been the reason my life turned out differently when I was in high school. Differently bad that is.

That's it! I'm done. No more causing myself pain. With my mind made up I turn and head for the door that leads to the exit of the hotel. Just as I step out into the reception area of the hotel I feel a presence behind me before a cloth is draped over my eyes.

I stiffen. What the hell is going on? I can't even find my voice, it's not like it would do any good anyway and I sure as hell can't fight anyone off. The years might have been kind but i'm still 5''7' and 173 pounds, not your average fighting machine. So I stay as still as possible as I feel a pair of hands grab my arms and haul them behind me before tying them.

Why the Hell isn't anyone helping me! I feel who ever is tying me pull me by my arms so I have to walk backwards and I hear a ding. The elevator? Wait! They're taking me up to a room in the hotel? Shit! The realisation finally makes me get my voice back and I shout out.

"Help!" but a hand is clamped down on my mouth and only muffled words come out. I can feel the elevator lurch up before a second later there's a ding and I'm being pushed out of it. The person pulling me hauls me for a few feet before coming to a dead stop. There's the slide of a card and then a ding before a door swings open.

Panic is settling in the pit of my stomach as I get pushed and in the next step am pushed down so that I land on a soft cushion. A bed? I hear the rattle of a lock before I can feel the presence of a person in front of me.

"Wh-who are you?" I ask afraid to know.

Instead of getting an answer I feel arms go around my head and untie the knot that held the cloth over my eyes together. When the scrap of cloth falls to my lap and I look up at the person in front of me my eyes go wide and I gasp.

"You?"

The man standing before me grins a crooked little grin that I've missed seeing so much in the last twenty years, "Me. How are you Leo?"

"Fine. Why did you kidnapp me?" I ask, this is my wildest dream, but that's just it, it has to be a dream or a joke...right?"

"I've been waiting forever to see you again and I figured you wouldn't be to keen on talking to me after our relationship in high school. So I had to take drastic measures."

"Our relationship? Kaleb, you bullied me throughout high school!" I yell.

He grimaces, "Well, I couldn't come right out and tell you that I loved you during our high school years now could I?" he demands angrily.

I freeze, did he just say he loves me? I mentally slap myself, no, he said he loved me, as in past tense. He seems to realise what he's said too because he stares at me shocked before turning away from me.

"Shit," he curses, "I was hoping to do this a little more smoothly."

My brow furrows, I'm so confused! "Kaleb, what are you talking about?"

He spins back around to me and the intensity in his eyes makes me take in a breathe and back up, except I'm sitting on a bed with my hands tied behind my back so I end up falling over so I'm lying down.

"Screw it." Kaleb says before he walks over to where I'm lying down and climbs onto the bed. He turns me over on my side and unties my hand before he grabs them and pins them above my head. I stare up at him and see his eyes brightly looking back me before he leans in and captures my lips with his. I gasp into his mouth, not able to respond from the shock, my body stiffens and my eyes go wide again.

Kaleb pulls back and looks at me before the light leaves his eyes and something like pain crosses them, "I'm sorry." he mumbles and makes to get off me, releasing my hands. My brain finally starts working and I reach out and grab his shoulders pulling him back to me.

"Where do you think you're going?" I ask before crashing my lips to his. I moan at the contact and rake my hands in his hair feeling Kaleb squirm in my arms. His tongue darts into my mouth running all over before meeting mine. He groans as I take his tongue and suck on it before doing the same to his bottom lip.

We kiss hungrily, making up for the years lost. After a few minutes we pull back to breathe and I look up at him and see that crooked grin I love so much, I lean up and place a soft kiss on the edge of his mouth.

"So," I ask, "Anything you want to tell me?"

Kaleb laughs causing our bodies to rub against each other. I take in a sharp breath at the sensations and see his eyes darken with desire. He leans down to my lips again, his breath fanning my mouth, "As a matter of fact there are some secrets from the past you should know." he touches his lips to mine, "But I think I'll show you rather than tell you."

I chuckle as his lips are fused with mine once again.

A/N: Hehe, bet you thought you would get a little naughtiness, sorry, none of that today. I hope you enjoyed and remember if you have any ideas you want me to write about PM me :D Oh, and KevinWatson3 I hope you liked most of all, you're idea was amazing!

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