The Game .:End:.

Those late night meetings continued for a few weeks, and every night they learned something different about the other until there was nothing else to tell.
Every morning Zacky received a letter in his locker that always made his day good.

However, this time his present came in the afternoon after the last class of the day.
When he opened his locker with an eager heart, he didn't find just a letter. A rose had been painted pink, the tips red, and it sat in his locker delicately.
A single peice of paper stared at him, reading: I love you.
His eyes became instantly watery before he blinked the tears away and smiled to himself. "I love you, too..." he whispered quietly.
He felt a quick, moist kiss connect to his neck, and then it was gone.
He turned around swiftly. "Brent?" he called, his eyes scanning the crowds for the bronze beauty
Students passed by him, but he managed to catch sight of a tall boy walking quicker down the hall. The feathery hair on top of the head made Zacky's fingertips tingle, and the boy's arms and neck were that amazingly tan complexion.
"Brent!" he called walking quickly after him, his heart beating wildly.
Picking up speed, the retreating boy gave a laugh that was so familiar it made the little hairs on the back of Zacky's neck stand up, and a smile smack onto his face.
Zacky pushed his legs to go faster before he was able to put a hand on the boy's arm. "Brent!"
Brent slowed, moving his hand up to grasp Zacky's hand. They slipped in and out of people.
Zacky blinked rapidly. "Wh-where are we goin'?" he asked.
They made it to an empty hallway that led right out to the back lawn of the school.
"You'll see," Brent sang, making sure that Zacky stayed behind him.
Zacky stared at the back of the boys head, just concentrating on keeping up and not dropping his backpack.
They went out, and Zacky laid eyes on a glossy black motorcycle. Two helmets sat on the seat, and Brent put one on himself, handing the other to Zacky.
Brent swung one strong leg over and straddled the bike, patting the seat behind him for Zacky to sit. His helmet screen was too dark to see into.
Zacky stared. "A...a motorcycle?"
Nodding eagerly, Brent patted the empty seat again.
He got on it slowly, a little scared. "O-okay..."
Tapping his own helmet, Brent motioned for Zacky to put his helmet on.
Zacky put it on. "Is this as scary as it looks?" he asked shyly, his voice slightly muffled by the helmet
"Just hold on tight," Brent's voice was muffled as well.
Zacky instantly wrapped his arms around the other boy's strong middle, holding as tight as he could.
And with that, the motorcycle rumbled to life, and Brent kicked off. Soon, they were buzzing down the highway.
At first it was scary for Zacky, but then excitment seemed to surge up into him from the quick-moving machine.
Brent was a very smooth driver, taking each turn with care.
He looked at the road flying past them, suddenly sitting up, still holding onto Brent and let out a loud, excited yell.
When they were on a straight strip of road, Brent let one handle go and gently placed his hand onto both of Zacky's that held onto his stomach.
Zacky pressed his cheek against Brent's back, taking the hand into both of his with a loving smile, excited to see where they were gonna stop.
They traveled a little ways until the road branched off onto another road which branched off to a dirt road.
It became slightly bumpy, but Brent had control over the bike.
The road ended and grew into a large meadow full of wild roses, the trees acting as walls around them. It was like their own little world.
"Wow..." Zacky uttered as he looked around, trying to take in everything around them
The engine cut, and Brent shoved the thick, metal kick stand down with his heel. He let Zacky get off before he stood up, stretching his hands up high over his head. The helmet was still on his head, but he took Zacky's off.
"Are you gonna take off your helmet?" Zacky suggested softly with an endearing smile.
Brent gave a small shrug, his hands on Zacky's hips.
"...Please...?" The green eyed boy asked with a smile.
Brent chuckled through the helmet screen, hugging his shorter love tight to him. As his cologne intoxicated Zacky, Brent reached up and took off his helmet, musing, "I can breath better, now..."
Zacky gazed in awe. The boy's beautiful face, complete with a bit of scruff on his chin and his spikey hair complimented by high cheek bones and a smirk was perfect, even more perfect than Zacky could ever imagine.
Without thinking he said, "You're so beautiful."
A rosy blush formed on the boy's cheeks. "You wanna know my name?" His chocolate brown eyes swirled and sparkled down at Zacky.
Zacky smiled broadly, nodding excitedly. "Yes..."
"It'll cost one kiss, please," Brent puckered his lips, tilting Zacky's chin up with his index finger.
Zacky giggled and kissed him gently, taking his time to let their lips part with a small suction noise. "Now...Mr. Lover...what's your name?"
"Brian. Elwin. Haner." He gave Zacky a kiss with every word.
Zacky suddenly hugged the newly named Brian's neck tight, kissing him. "Your name is nearly as beautiful as you..." he said, smiling sheepishly, knowing it sound cheesy.
"And Zackary James Baker is so elegant," Brian kissed his boyfriend's nose, "As you are gorgeous..." His lips went down, kissing the naturally pouty lips.
Zacky fought off the urge to cry joyful tears, simply kissing the taller boy over and over, never getting tired of the kisses from his now identified boyfriend. "This was a fun game...but no more okay?"
Rolling his eyes teasingly, Brian nodded, pouting, "Okay, okay...But, just one more?" He looked at Zacky, a playful smirk in his eyes.
"Depends..." Zacky said, squiniting up at him.
Brian put his hand over Zacky's male, a smile curving his lips. "...Come back to my place...Take a shower with me? We can play find the bubble bottle for a bubble bath..." His lips brushed over Zacky's jaw.
He jumped slightly from the cupping around his male before smiling. "Sure..."
Massaging the lump through the jeans, Brian arched a brow. "...Sure?"
Zacky gave a deep moan. "Don't tease me like this, Brian."
Holding Zacky against him, Brian scooted back over towards the motorcycle, grinning wickedly. "Shall we...?" He put his helmet back on, handing Zacky his.
Zacky smiled, putting his helmet on, jumping on the vehicle without another word, holding onto Brian's middle once more.
They headed back the way they came, both of their hearts about to burst with excitement and love for the other.
Niether knew that this was the first step to the rest of their lives together. They would always have one another to play games with.