From color to monochrome and back

—Rom? - What? - Romka asked lazily, sitting on the steps on the back porch of the school and playing with a lighter. There are only a couple of plays left in my pocket. Need to leave it for the evening. “You haven’t been yourself lately.” - It seems to you, Byasha. It was May outside. The schoolchildren were eagerly anticipating the moment when they would finally be able to throw their backpacks far away and go for a walk until late in the evening. The older ones were preoccupied with upcoming exams. Everyone was in full swing. Only it seemed to Romka that she was the only one staying with him. He was not pleased with the warm weather. And the long-awaited end of tenth grade too. Everything was faded and gray.“No, really,” Byasha began again. - Rom, well, you and I have been friends since childhood. At least hint at... “Byash, I’m telling you, leave me alone,” the guy waved him off, getting up from the steps and throwing the lighter into his pocket. - Have you decided to become my personal psychologist? - No! I just… - OK it's all over Now. Let's go to class instead. Byasha sighed, rose from his seat and sadly trudged after Roma. Despite the fact that they had known each other for quite a long time, Pyatifan had the most moronic habit of keeping everything to himself. Of course, Byasha understood that real men should solve their problems themselves and all that. For God's sake, he wasn't going to try to help him and look after him like a mommy. But sometimes even a real man needs to speak out. As a result, Byasha simply silently walked back to school, contemplating Pyatifan’s back and wondering what was going on in his head. Roma had no idea that with his silence he was making his friend worry about him. He just couldn’t even imagine HOW he would talk about such a Byasha. Yes, it’s just... impossible - that’s all. When they entered the classroom, the annoying and annoying math teacher was not there yet, so their classmates were freaking out. Lately, this hubbub has begun to irritate Romka, although just recently he himself would have gladly thrown someone’s pencil case onto the roof of the school and watched, bursting into laughter, as the poor fellow climbed in and tried to get it, trying not to catch the eye of teachers from neighboring classes. . Or I would play cards with the guys in the back row. Walking to their place, he and Byasha plopped down on hard wooden chairs. Pyatifan immediately pretended that he had decided to take a nap, placing his hands on the desk. I didn't want to talk to anyone. Byasha just gave him a puzzled look and said nothing. ***Anton lost again, and the poorly thinking Romka jokingly offered to kiss him. Well, just for fun. Just for fun. Petrov, of course, was surprised, because Pyatifan often spoke unflatteringly towards gays. However, the alcohol went to his head, throwing away the instinct of self-preservation and common sense, and he reached out to Romka without a second thought. Pyatifan immediately answered him, almost without realizing what he was doing right now. They didn’t kiss for long—just a couple of moments, but that was enough to make Romka seem stunned. So much so that he even instantly sobered up. It was at that moment that something seemed to change in him. Anton's face. So soft... His lips, which were pleasant to kiss. Soft blond hair, blue eyes - all this began to attract Romka. He barely restrained himself from pulling Petrov towards him and continuing the kiss. Trying to drown out new feelings towards his “friend,” he drank even more and passed out right on the carpet in Anton’s room. He also fell asleep not far from him. The next morning was both disappointment and salvation for Romka. Anton forgot everything, just like in a cheap joke. He remembered only the pleasant euphoria from the cognac and how he passed out. That's all. Pyatifan did not remind him about the kiss. Although the words tried to fly off his tongue. *** From that day on, Romka began his own torture chamber. Hormones, “wrong” and unrequited love, as well as stress were doing their job. At first, Pyatifan broke loose and began to beat everyone indiscriminately, deliberately running into fights, throwing out accumulated emotions and thus trying to ignore obsessive thoughts about Petrov. He hated himself, hated his insides with all his soul and cursed himself for this moronic desire, which he said then out of his own stupidity and caused so many consequences. Romka walked around with bruises and abrasions every day. Even Byasha had already begun to fear that one day he would be killed somewhere around the corner. Anton often treated him, sticking plasters on new scratches and applying ointment to bruises. Romka was thrilled by his touch and stammered, confusing his words. Anton’s presence only brought satisfaction at first, but then it penetrated under the skin like poison and made Pyatifan fight even harder and rage like a wild dog. He wasn't angry with Anton - that would have been stupid. He was angry with himself. And he successfully transferred this anger t*** After aggression towards others, Romka began a period of perverted dreams. Platonic feelings suddenly gave way to carnal ones. Most often, he imagined himself having Anton right in the classroom after school, while teachers, tired after a day of work, were scurrying back and forth outside the door. Which runs her fingers first along his cheeks, stroking his cheekbones. Then it stops on the lips. Kisses him. And Anton raises his head up and moans softly, thereby exciting Roma even more. That he lifts up his shirt, irons it, then takes it off completely, throwing it on the floor, and squeezes his naked body so that Petrov’s ribs almost crunch. Body touches body. Skin to skin. In his fantasies, Anton always fulfilled his every desire, caught his every glance and understood him right away. Blow job? Just one word - and Petrov is already on his knees, unfastening his belt and taking off his trousers. And then he shamelessly licks himself before taking Romka’s dick into his mouth. Sex? Anton immediately lies down with his back on the desk and calls Roma to him, breathing heavily and looking at him with eyes clouded with excitement. In Pyatifan's fantasies, they have already changed many positions and desecrated almost all corners of the school. In life, their relationship did not become less friendly one iota. Anton still smiled warmly at Romka, went home with him after school, and sometimes helped him unload goods in the store. Petrov safely allowed Pyatifan to stay in his own house and did not seem to notice Roma’s wild and greasy glances in his direction. Whether he did it on purpose or not, Pyatifan could not say. Surely Anton simply didn’t notice, because he couldn’t even imagine that Romka felt THIS way towards him and that his ordinary touches could cause such a strong effect on Pyatifan. One day Romka was very “lucky” in physical exercise. He and Anton were paired up, and Pyatifan had to belay him so that he would not fall first from the rope and then from the uneven bars. In short - a simple task. But this allowed Romka to shamelessly paw Anton almost everywhere in the presence of his classmates. And no one noticed anything! Petrov also didn’t think that Pyatifan was doing anything suspicious, since these were just exercises. Romka was so intoxicated by this feeling of permissiveness and the opportunity to calmly touch Anton in many places, for example, touching the bare skin under a T-shirt, that he could not stand it until the end of the lesson and shamefully ran to the locker room toilet. Having made sure that no one was there, Romka pulled off his sweatpants, exposing his erect penis, and furiously pushed into his own fist until he received the long-awaited release. Only after this was he ab After the perverted fantasies, a certain period of apathy began, which has continued to this day. Romka has already come to terms with the fact that Anton will never see him the way he sees him. And that Pyatifan will not like anyone else until Petrov disappears from his sight. But the fact of the matter is that Romka absolutely did not want him to disappear. Every day he voluntarily tortured himself mentally when he continued to behave with Anton as if nothing had happened. This was a kind of routine masochism for Roma. However, soon this began to have such an impact that even Byasha noticed. And if he even mentioned his condition, then it was a bad sign. But what can you do... - Hand in the papers! — the loud voice of the teacher brought Pyatifan out of his own thoughts. He shuddered from the sudden return to reality and languidly handed the piece of paper, almost untouched by ink, to his classmate sitting in front. “I’ll probably get a couple again, huh,” Byasha said upset. - Fuck. Romka nodded indifferently. He almost didn't care about his own assessment. All Pyatifan’s attention was again focused on Anton, who was now drawing something on his piece of paper. His appearance gave Romka some peace of mind. Well, maybe someday he will tell him how he feels. This can't last much longer anyway. As if he had read Romka’s thoughts, Anton raised his head and smiled at him. The world of Pyatifan sparkled with bright colors again for a moment.le to return to class.