Sour Sixteen
Shawn caught me before I had reached the end of the driveway. Cause I’m a friggin twig.
The night was cool, loud with the song of cicadas, and the feel of his hand jerking me to a stop was… actually painful, but mostly it shocked me out of awkward induced fever. He had pulled on my wrist so hard, the only thing holding me up was the counter balance of his weight. I was so pissed off at my own stupidity, the fact that I had let my hormones ruin the only friendship that had lasted longer than two months, that I viscously jerked my hand loose.
Stumbling down the drive, I was trying my best to ignore his voice as I built up speed. I ran across the street, luckily he lived on a backstreet or my stupid ass would be dead, finally stopping on the neighbors drive. Stupid. Yes. But you know what, my life is worse than yours, so stuff it. He was just standing there, in the moonlight no less, looking at me with this…expression.
The best I can describe it is how my mom looked at me when she found me crying over their split. Which is never, ever, how I want him looking at me. Pity makes me want to hit something, makes me want to be violent. Its stupid, a huge character flaw, but I figure if this is my one big character flaw, I’m pretty lucky.
He opened his mouth, but my utter hatred of pity saw me yelling an interruption.
“I’m sorry. Really fucking sorry. I’m stressed, hormonal, and horny because duh, I’m a teenage boy. If you’ll let me, I’ll pretend this never happened, no I won’t be hurt, because no I’m not in love with you, no this wont ruin our friendship, I’m just really horny and… please don’t flip out.” I’m only eloquent when I’m drugged and in the hospital.
Even from that distance I could tell that he was trying not to smile. The pity had lessened a little. He assumed that I was telling the truth, and I was surprised to find that I wasn’t lying as much as I thought I was. We stared at each other for a while, and standing out there in the cold helped clear my head a little.
Logically, everything I had been doing these last few months could be explained. I had attached everything to Shawn because he was the only stable, kind thing in my life. I had lusted after his body because, duh he’s a fucking stud, and because he was the only male figure in my life that was safe to… lust after. Or whatever.
It still didn’t make it hurt any less. I was still in desperate need of some… carnal relief (is that PC?) and the look on his face… well he had came to the same conclusion. Damnit. I can’t even maybe screw up my relationships in the normal way. I shivered and wrapped my arms around my middle. Chilled in more ways than one.
Shawn smiled again and ran his hand through his hair.
“Alex, you know I’m not gonna flip out-“ really? Since when was that written in stone, did I miss that memo? “ you know my dad is bi, so it isn’t like I’m a damn homo-phobe.” He smiled at me, the type of “please for the love of god, agree” smile. My lips quirk tiredly in response.
“ Hell, knowing me, I’ll end up bi in a few months anyway… but it’d be like-“ I knew the answer to this question.
“Kissing your brother” I finished for him. My shoulders were so tense; spasms of pain were running across my lower back. My hands tightened convulsively on my arms, out of his sight thankfully, as I smiled and gave him a chuckle. My chest was hurting. My heart was hurting. Like this big weight centered in my chest, just pushing and pushing. The ache was almost unbearable.
Shawn smiled, again, as if coaxing an animal back home. I stuttered my mouth in the appropriate position. That mouth opened again, but I figured much more of this and my lungs, heart, and mental health would go up in smoke.
“Yeah, I’ll call you…later. And no this isn’t me crawling into a shell, I just want to go home, jerk off until I chafe, and see if I can get my head on straight.” He laughed. I did the lip thing, and turned for home.
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It took two and a half weeks for me and Shawn (grammar is for normal kids) to get back to anything close to a lie of normality. It actually wasn’t that awkward. We had a talk; yes it was pretty damn close to “the talk”.
Ground rules were laid; if I wanted laid, I would stay home, take care of it, and then hang with Shawn. He would keep his clothes on at all times. And… that’s it. Thank whatever spies on us, that was it. He was still the one friend, only friend, who I could trust and talk too.
We somehow managed to make it okay to hug when I flipped out. And I did flip out. Because I’m entitled to, considering the situation. In fact I subscribe to the philosophy that if I didn’t flip out a little, it would become very unhealthy. I still had these moment where I would look at him and I’d just be hit with this overpowering urge to… I can’t really describe it. It was just me needing actual human contact I suppose.
Today, four months after, was the day I would meet the girl Shawn had liked since… forever and finally got the courage to ask her out. Why the hell did I agree to this? I mean, I liked her… except for the jealously that comes with being a screwed up freak. Apparently she was the classic hourglass that vogue calls fat, smarter than Shawn, sarcastic, bit of a bitch, with a heart of gold. What ever. She made him happy.
So I guess, by some fucked up by association thing, she made me happy.
His parents were out of town, again. He was picking her up, and I was sitting across the street, on the same spot I’d flipped out in all that time ago, because I didn’t want to be a creeper and loiter around.
I’m staring at a patch of orange flowers, no idea what species they are, when a shadow is cast over my shoulder. Really creepy. There was no weapon visible in the shadow, so I didn’t girly scream, instead I slowly turned around. Only to be at eye level with a crotch. A male crotch, I think.
I looked up into ridiculously blue eyes, yep defiantly male. Tangles of the kind of red hair I deserve, that beautiful rich auburn as apposed to my fried carrot color, hung around the creamy cream skin that attractive red heads have. I felt like some smuck with an etch-a-sketch trying to imitate a Rembrandt. I’ve never been so ashamed at letting down the sexy red head lie.
He smiled down at me. I gaped. After a few long moments of me utterly failing to respond, his smiled faltered a little. I blinked.
“Oh… hey.” It sounded lame even to me, but I figured I had to do something instead of staring at him. He smiled, a big happy smile, as he shifted and squatted down to get eye level with me. I was transfixed by ripple of gorgeous muscles rippling as they fought not to spill of his Kelly green polo.
God I love muscley guys in polos. Love em’, love em’, love em. He grinned and extended a large hand, lare hands!, out to me in greeting.
“Call me Rae, yeah it’s a girls name, but my parents are old hippies. So they are into anything that sounds rebellious-“ I laughed, not because it was that funny, but I just wanted to sound cool “I’m not even joking, they splatter painted our living room”
We laughed, I apparently turned into a male hoochie, and I’m pretty sure that I broke the record for gaining a crush. I’m such a freak. I mean really, I don’t think my parents splitting covers this level of a “head full a crazy”. Damnit I was staring again!
“Oh yea, um, yeah, my names Alex.” He chuckled, I know what kind of teenagers chuckles?, and said the generic “nice to meet you”. I was staring at how those freeking jeans hugged the most incredible thighs when he said something again and I missed it, again.
I stared, he chuckled, I blushed, he chuckled, and my dick did the happy dance in my pants.
“I said yeah, you’re Shawn’s friend-“ I gave him one of my blank stares “ I live across the street, you know this is my drive way, and when you’re gone or he’s bored we hang.” I jerked and looked around guiltily, willing to do almost anything for some laughs.
“Nah, its alright. I figure its kinds odd having some creeper you don’t know, cause I haven’t transferred schools yet. Besides you were looking like some little lost ferret or something.” I laughed again.
How the hell are his thighs not tired? He says something as my eyes are fixed on his legs, okay yeah kinda close to his crotch, and I miss it because I’m being a horny teenager. The sight of his hand near my face yanks my chain back to the proper path.
I stare up at him, apparently he’s straightened, before slowly slipping my hand into his. Yummy. He literarily lifts me up off the ground, and I stumble into his chest. Omg. The scent of his is overpowering, so utterly masculine, it makes my knees want to quiver. Its almost as good as the feel of all that muscle pressing against my chest. Almost.
He grins down at me, I’m so aware that I fit perfectly under his chin, playfully shoves me away. His hand on wrist stops me from falling over. I’m stuttering something when he lets go and starts walking towards his house. I’m staring at the most mouth watering piece of ass ever, when the jiggling stops. I can only hope my eyes snapped up fast enough to meet his. He’s half twisted, head tilted in my direct, eyes sparkling.
“Hey, are you coming? I mean Shawn said he’d be a while, and besides no one likes little lost ferrets lounging on driveways” What the hell is with the ferret thing? I look nothing like- oh he stared walking again.
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His living really was splatter painted. Just standing in made my head hurt. My eyes glazed over as I stood staring at the far wall, complete with white marble fireplace, and I heard him chuckle. Again.
“I told you dude. Splatter paint.” I think I whimpered. My mind was saved from its impending implosion by the feel of his hand running down my wrist to grab my hand. I didn’t have to time to flip before he was tugging me down the hall like so much baggage. Not that I minded, surprisingly.
Okay, not so surprisingly. I’m touch, attention, and sex starved. I’d put up with a lot right now. I’m dragged into his room, and sadly not in that way. It’s the type of room I’ve never been cool enough to have. Not because of money or anything… I’ve just never been cool enough.
Posters that aren’t embarrassing, green geometric design bed spread, computer that doesn’t cough up dust, big window… cool. I wish I could say he ravished my against the door frame… but we played wii for like three hours. So I guess it evens out a little.
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It was night now. Rae’s parents were, apparently, somewhere in New Mexico in some hippie artist town smoking pot and painting. Which meant that we had been free to raid the fridge, run around like mad things listening to NIN, and play wii as loud as we wanted.
I had long since gotten over my guilt for ditching Shawn. Mostly because we had collapsed on Rae’s bed, exhausted from strenuous wii play, and he was sleeping half on my chest.
I knew my mom was probably worried. But I was being touched, breathed on, and kind of held. Nothing short of the hand of God was getting me to move. But I knew better than to fuck this up. It might not have been God, but it was at least my divine ability for cowardice that saw me slipping out from under his arm.
I was kneeling next to the bed trying to find my shoes, my back to him, when a hand on my shoulder made me sissy squeak and drop my shoe. Heart pounding I whip around. His hair is mussed, eyes half lidded, shirt far past his belly button, with a cat got the cream smile.
My eyes were deer in the headlights style. No idea what the hell was going on. No idea at all. His hand was still on my shoulder, hot and overpowering. I stared into those damn eyes, utterly trapped.
“Where ya going?” his voice was low, husky. A little too attractive for my peace of mind. That and being caught with a boner while you’re in someone else’s room, with no porn anywhere in sight, is really awkward. And I have enough awkward in my life.
An excess of awkward actually. I just keep staring and stuttering, my strength drained by the simple act of him touching me. He snuggled into the pillow and stretched, hand still on my shoulder, and my blood drained into the usual place.
I stuttered something about my mother and fought weakly against his hand. My eyes were glued to his pulse, all that smooth porcelain skin stretched taught. My thighs were burning from my continued crouching, but I figured a little pain was okay as long as I could stay this close to him. The bastard chuckled again.
“Shawn was right” he smiled at me, the type of smile reserved for the bedroom. A bedroom with sweaty naked people rubbing grinding against each other. Yes, oh yes oh- shit. Mind out of the gutter! Wait what? What the hell does Shawn have to do with this?
My angry barrage of questions was cut off before I could eve start. “We are fucking perfect for each other.” He grinned at me. I stared, shocked, appalled, and half horny despite myself.
Then he leaned forward, one hand sliding up my neck, the other cupping my chin. And he kissed me. I was too shocked to do anything but simply sit back and taste him. Not that he minded, oh no. Hands buried themselves in my hair and his kissed plundered mine. Yes, plundered. Shut up, it was totally hot.
I’m stunned into inactivity, me, the kid so starved for touch he hit on his best friend. He crawled on his knees until he is directly in front me, almost bent in half to reach my face. His hands were all over my head, massaging and rubbing and pulling my hair, like he was just as touched starved as me.
That was the thought that spurred me into action. With a crescendo moan I surged to my knees, thankfully he managed keep his grip, my hands scrabbling for purchase on those big beautiful shoulders. I still wasn’t close enough though.
Our tongues were fighting; I wanted to explore the hot cavern of his mouth, he wanted to hold my tongue captive. Nuh uh, no way, I’m not just going to sit back and be a passenger in the best (first) kiss with someone who actually wanted me. It was the viscously hot, lacking of breath, harsh groping, fastener fumbling type of make out that teenagers are so known for. Not much skill, but plenty in raging hard ons and guilty desperation.
So hot. I couldn’t breathe, my skin was so overly hot that I felt that it would simply splinter off. His hands had moved down my back, making me arch and gasp into his mouth, and before settling on the curve of my tiny white boy butt. I was rubbing my chest against his like a cat in heat. My hands slid up his chest, I smiled smugly against his lips at the feel of my fingertips dipping into sweat soaked ridges and soft curves of his ribs. The happiest I can remember being since…
My fingers pinched his nipples, because I had always wondered if other peoples were as sensitive as mine. He reared back, finally air!, with a half scream and his hands convulsed on my ass. I grinned, so excited to elicit such a response from another person, and let my hands slip to his hips before roughly dragging him to me. I didn’t give him time to cool off before violently grinding our hips together.
So much sensory overload, pain shot through my nerves. My arms were shaking, so much new, but I couldn’t bear to loose any contact. I was feverishly, uncaringly, driving us further and further down this spiraling twist of pleasure. Because I knew, knew it deep in my bones, that I gave him a chance he would change his mind.
He was still quaking, thrashing against my hips, sweat running down his chest like glinting like tarnish diamonds in the hushed darkness of his room. My hands fluttered like pale butterflies seeking the nectar of his skin, rubbing and pinching and smoothing over his chest, giving our cocks a respite.
He straightened his spine and reunited our mouths. Moaning in tandem, hands slipped and slid over unfamiliar territory. I was desperately trying to tug his shirt off, but my hands kept getting side tracked by his nipples and his reaction when I ran my thumbs nails over those little nubs. Little buggers. He reared back, breath hot and humid on my face, before latching onto my neck. I moaned for him, he grinned against my skin, and his hands slid to my waist. I was airborne for all of two seconds before he settled me across his lap, straddling him and rubbing our respective bulges together. I gasped for him and be began a hickie that would surely make my mother blush when I staggered home.
He was mumbling something against my skin as my hands ripped his shirt up to his shoulders. My head lolled back, his hands were on my nipples and I lost my mind. At the first brutal pinch, I screamed and bucked desperately against his groin, searching for any kind of relief.
He was still mumbling against my skin. Groaning my hands latched onto his hair and yanked. He actually growled at me, big blue eyes surrounded by angry lines. I glared through spasms of pleasure.
“What the hell are you saying?” He peered at me through sex fogged eyes, hands persistently ghosting over my nipples. I batted his hands away, repeated the question and let my hands slide down his chest. He blinked again, I discretely began undoing his fly.
“I was saying-“ big bleary blue eyed blink “-saying that I owe Shawn big time. I mean look at you- “he sucked on my neck again, I batted him away. My hands were still busy at his zipper, but I wanted answers.
“What does Shawn have to do with this?” I tried to sound demanding but he chose that moment to pinch a nipple. I was trying to keep my glare on, hands got to the prize, and he kept sucking on my neck. Irritated, I gave one strong jerk to his cock, not exactly the best way to get his attention, but I liked doing it.
“He- oh god don’t stop!- set this up” I tried to beat out the details in my head, but I got as far as “well that’s not too bad” before I decided that running my thumb over the slit in his cock, coating my fingers with slick pre-come, was more important. I mumbled something like “cool” and sunk my other hand deep into his jeans, searching for his balls.
I found them, rubbed and massaged, he screamed around my nipple. Oh my God. Somehow his hands were ripping my shirt away and his free hand grabbed at my other nipple, running his nail over the sensitive bud. I mumbled something, “cock! Touch it” and the next thing I was aware of, my pants were being roughly dragged past my knees while he was holding me above his lap.
Somehow my hands managed to stay in his pants.
He slammed me back down, the rough edge of his jeans hitting the soft skin behind my balls. I screamed, writhing on his lap, my hand tightening convulsively. He gave me a deep throated answering scream and our barely free erections brushed ever so slightly.
For barely a moment we were far enough away that each others sensitive head was brushed by our partners coarse curls. We both pulled back, panting and staring at each other, before slowly we each looked down at our laps.
Our breath hissed out at the same moment, hips convulsively jumped forward. It was the most erotic moment of my life. Then the feelings ran wild. I moaned and broke the mood by jerking my hips forward, mashing our cocks up against soft tummies. His hands fell to the hollows of my hip bones, thumbs rubbing softly like that was their only purpose for being. I shuddered, almost to tearing up, and latched onto his lips.
I was teetering on the edge of orgasm and tears. So much sensation, loving contact and emotional stimulation all at once. He shushed against my mouth, trying to soothe me a little. I moaned in distress and bit his lip, not hard, but I wanted to give him something in return for such thoughtfulness. I’m odd.
I’d like to think that both of us were just too knew, inexperienced, overwhelmed, and needy for this very last long, or go any where close to penetration. But we still had fun doing it. He grinned, my teeth stretching his lip, and licked my lips comfortingly as his hands soothed at my hips. I let go and whimpered a little as he drove our hips closer.
My hands desperately grabbed onto our cocks, rubbing them together. We both gasped. One hand on our erections, the other found Rae’s face. Bringing our lips as close as our erections.
It was a rhythm I hadn’t known I knew the beat to. I broke the kiss, head falling weakly onto his shoulder, unable to concentrate on anything but the slick feel of pulsing and throbbing and grinding that was our laps. Sweat ran down his neck and into my mouth, I latched on sucking more into my mouth, so happy for a connection.
He laid his head on mine, kissing my hair. I was moaning and crying out weakly between my suckling on his skin. Rae’s hand joined mine, squeezing so much tighter than mine alone could accomplish. I trembled, sliding weakly against the sweaty planes of his chest/
Another sharp tug and nail scraping against my balls, he whispered against my sweaty scalp.
“So beautiful”
We came in tandem.
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Shawn got the lecture of his life. But I forgave him thirty minutes later because he gave me Rae.
I don’t believe in fair tale endings, or happily ever after. But Rae and I have been together for two years. He kept me sane when my father started dragging me into court. We have no idea what to do about college… but I figure some random great thing will fall out of the sky and hit us over the head.
Just like Rae did to me I suppose.
The night was cool, loud with the song of cicadas, and the feel of his hand jerking me to a stop was… actually painful, but mostly it shocked me out of awkward induced fever. He had pulled on my wrist so hard, the only thing holding me up was the counter balance of his weight. I was so pissed off at my own stupidity, the fact that I had let my hormones ruin the only friendship that had lasted longer than two months, that I viscously jerked my hand loose.
Stumbling down the drive, I was trying my best to ignore his voice as I built up speed. I ran across the street, luckily he lived on a backstreet or my stupid ass would be dead, finally stopping on the neighbors drive. Stupid. Yes. But you know what, my life is worse than yours, so stuff it. He was just standing there, in the moonlight no less, looking at me with this…expression.
The best I can describe it is how my mom looked at me when she found me crying over their split. Which is never, ever, how I want him looking at me. Pity makes me want to hit something, makes me want to be violent. Its stupid, a huge character flaw, but I figure if this is my one big character flaw, I’m pretty lucky.
He opened his mouth, but my utter hatred of pity saw me yelling an interruption.
“I’m sorry. Really fucking sorry. I’m stressed, hormonal, and horny because duh, I’m a teenage boy. If you’ll let me, I’ll pretend this never happened, no I won’t be hurt, because no I’m not in love with you, no this wont ruin our friendship, I’m just really horny and… please don’t flip out.” I’m only eloquent when I’m drugged and in the hospital.
Even from that distance I could tell that he was trying not to smile. The pity had lessened a little. He assumed that I was telling the truth, and I was surprised to find that I wasn’t lying as much as I thought I was. We stared at each other for a while, and standing out there in the cold helped clear my head a little.
Logically, everything I had been doing these last few months could be explained. I had attached everything to Shawn because he was the only stable, kind thing in my life. I had lusted after his body because, duh he’s a fucking stud, and because he was the only male figure in my life that was safe to… lust after. Or whatever.
It still didn’t make it hurt any less. I was still in desperate need of some… carnal relief (is that PC?) and the look on his face… well he had came to the same conclusion. Damnit. I can’t even maybe screw up my relationships in the normal way. I shivered and wrapped my arms around my middle. Chilled in more ways than one.
Shawn smiled again and ran his hand through his hair.
“Alex, you know I’m not gonna flip out-“ really? Since when was that written in stone, did I miss that memo? “ you know my dad is bi, so it isn’t like I’m a damn homo-phobe.” He smiled at me, the type of “please for the love of god, agree” smile. My lips quirk tiredly in response.
“ Hell, knowing me, I’ll end up bi in a few months anyway… but it’d be like-“ I knew the answer to this question.
“Kissing your brother” I finished for him. My shoulders were so tense; spasms of pain were running across my lower back. My hands tightened convulsively on my arms, out of his sight thankfully, as I smiled and gave him a chuckle. My chest was hurting. My heart was hurting. Like this big weight centered in my chest, just pushing and pushing. The ache was almost unbearable.
Shawn smiled, again, as if coaxing an animal back home. I stuttered my mouth in the appropriate position. That mouth opened again, but I figured much more of this and my lungs, heart, and mental health would go up in smoke.
“Yeah, I’ll call you…later. And no this isn’t me crawling into a shell, I just want to go home, jerk off until I chafe, and see if I can get my head on straight.” He laughed. I did the lip thing, and turned for home.
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It took two and a half weeks for me and Shawn (grammar is for normal kids) to get back to anything close to a lie of normality. It actually wasn’t that awkward. We had a talk; yes it was pretty damn close to “the talk”.
Ground rules were laid; if I wanted laid, I would stay home, take care of it, and then hang with Shawn. He would keep his clothes on at all times. And… that’s it. Thank whatever spies on us, that was it. He was still the one friend, only friend, who I could trust and talk too.
We somehow managed to make it okay to hug when I flipped out. And I did flip out. Because I’m entitled to, considering the situation. In fact I subscribe to the philosophy that if I didn’t flip out a little, it would become very unhealthy. I still had these moment where I would look at him and I’d just be hit with this overpowering urge to… I can’t really describe it. It was just me needing actual human contact I suppose.
Today, four months after, was the day I would meet the girl Shawn had liked since… forever and finally got the courage to ask her out. Why the hell did I agree to this? I mean, I liked her… except for the jealously that comes with being a screwed up freak. Apparently she was the classic hourglass that vogue calls fat, smarter than Shawn, sarcastic, bit of a bitch, with a heart of gold. What ever. She made him happy.
So I guess, by some fucked up by association thing, she made me happy.
His parents were out of town, again. He was picking her up, and I was sitting across the street, on the same spot I’d flipped out in all that time ago, because I didn’t want to be a creeper and loiter around.
I’m staring at a patch of orange flowers, no idea what species they are, when a shadow is cast over my shoulder. Really creepy. There was no weapon visible in the shadow, so I didn’t girly scream, instead I slowly turned around. Only to be at eye level with a crotch. A male crotch, I think.
I looked up into ridiculously blue eyes, yep defiantly male. Tangles of the kind of red hair I deserve, that beautiful rich auburn as apposed to my fried carrot color, hung around the creamy cream skin that attractive red heads have. I felt like some smuck with an etch-a-sketch trying to imitate a Rembrandt. I’ve never been so ashamed at letting down the sexy red head lie.
He smiled down at me. I gaped. After a few long moments of me utterly failing to respond, his smiled faltered a little. I blinked.
“Oh… hey.” It sounded lame even to me, but I figured I had to do something instead of staring at him. He smiled, a big happy smile, as he shifted and squatted down to get eye level with me. I was transfixed by ripple of gorgeous muscles rippling as they fought not to spill of his Kelly green polo.
God I love muscley guys in polos. Love em’, love em’, love em. He grinned and extended a large hand, lare hands!, out to me in greeting.
“Call me Rae, yeah it’s a girls name, but my parents are old hippies. So they are into anything that sounds rebellious-“ I laughed, not because it was that funny, but I just wanted to sound cool “I’m not even joking, they splatter painted our living room”
We laughed, I apparently turned into a male hoochie, and I’m pretty sure that I broke the record for gaining a crush. I’m such a freak. I mean really, I don’t think my parents splitting covers this level of a “head full a crazy”. Damnit I was staring again!
“Oh yea, um, yeah, my names Alex.” He chuckled, I know what kind of teenagers chuckles?, and said the generic “nice to meet you”. I was staring at how those freeking jeans hugged the most incredible thighs when he said something again and I missed it, again.
I stared, he chuckled, I blushed, he chuckled, and my dick did the happy dance in my pants.
“I said yeah, you’re Shawn’s friend-“ I gave him one of my blank stares “ I live across the street, you know this is my drive way, and when you’re gone or he’s bored we hang.” I jerked and looked around guiltily, willing to do almost anything for some laughs.
“Nah, its alright. I figure its kinds odd having some creeper you don’t know, cause I haven’t transferred schools yet. Besides you were looking like some little lost ferret or something.” I laughed again.
How the hell are his thighs not tired? He says something as my eyes are fixed on his legs, okay yeah kinda close to his crotch, and I miss it because I’m being a horny teenager. The sight of his hand near my face yanks my chain back to the proper path.
I stare up at him, apparently he’s straightened, before slowly slipping my hand into his. Yummy. He literarily lifts me up off the ground, and I stumble into his chest. Omg. The scent of his is overpowering, so utterly masculine, it makes my knees want to quiver. Its almost as good as the feel of all that muscle pressing against my chest. Almost.
He grins down at me, I’m so aware that I fit perfectly under his chin, playfully shoves me away. His hand on wrist stops me from falling over. I’m stuttering something when he lets go and starts walking towards his house. I’m staring at the most mouth watering piece of ass ever, when the jiggling stops. I can only hope my eyes snapped up fast enough to meet his. He’s half twisted, head tilted in my direct, eyes sparkling.
“Hey, are you coming? I mean Shawn said he’d be a while, and besides no one likes little lost ferrets lounging on driveways” What the hell is with the ferret thing? I look nothing like- oh he stared walking again.
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His living really was splatter painted. Just standing in made my head hurt. My eyes glazed over as I stood staring at the far wall, complete with white marble fireplace, and I heard him chuckle. Again.
“I told you dude. Splatter paint.” I think I whimpered. My mind was saved from its impending implosion by the feel of his hand running down my wrist to grab my hand. I didn’t have to time to flip before he was tugging me down the hall like so much baggage. Not that I minded, surprisingly.
Okay, not so surprisingly. I’m touch, attention, and sex starved. I’d put up with a lot right now. I’m dragged into his room, and sadly not in that way. It’s the type of room I’ve never been cool enough to have. Not because of money or anything… I’ve just never been cool enough.
Posters that aren’t embarrassing, green geometric design bed spread, computer that doesn’t cough up dust, big window… cool. I wish I could say he ravished my against the door frame… but we played wii for like three hours. So I guess it evens out a little.
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It was night now. Rae’s parents were, apparently, somewhere in New Mexico in some hippie artist town smoking pot and painting. Which meant that we had been free to raid the fridge, run around like mad things listening to NIN, and play wii as loud as we wanted.
I had long since gotten over my guilt for ditching Shawn. Mostly because we had collapsed on Rae’s bed, exhausted from strenuous wii play, and he was sleeping half on my chest.
I knew my mom was probably worried. But I was being touched, breathed on, and kind of held. Nothing short of the hand of God was getting me to move. But I knew better than to fuck this up. It might not have been God, but it was at least my divine ability for cowardice that saw me slipping out from under his arm.
I was kneeling next to the bed trying to find my shoes, my back to him, when a hand on my shoulder made me sissy squeak and drop my shoe. Heart pounding I whip around. His hair is mussed, eyes half lidded, shirt far past his belly button, with a cat got the cream smile.
My eyes were deer in the headlights style. No idea what the hell was going on. No idea at all. His hand was still on my shoulder, hot and overpowering. I stared into those damn eyes, utterly trapped.
“Where ya going?” his voice was low, husky. A little too attractive for my peace of mind. That and being caught with a boner while you’re in someone else’s room, with no porn anywhere in sight, is really awkward. And I have enough awkward in my life.
An excess of awkward actually. I just keep staring and stuttering, my strength drained by the simple act of him touching me. He snuggled into the pillow and stretched, hand still on my shoulder, and my blood drained into the usual place.
I stuttered something about my mother and fought weakly against his hand. My eyes were glued to his pulse, all that smooth porcelain skin stretched taught. My thighs were burning from my continued crouching, but I figured a little pain was okay as long as I could stay this close to him. The bastard chuckled again.
“Shawn was right” he smiled at me, the type of smile reserved for the bedroom. A bedroom with sweaty naked people rubbing grinding against each other. Yes, oh yes oh- shit. Mind out of the gutter! Wait what? What the hell does Shawn have to do with this?
My angry barrage of questions was cut off before I could eve start. “We are fucking perfect for each other.” He grinned at me. I stared, shocked, appalled, and half horny despite myself.
Then he leaned forward, one hand sliding up my neck, the other cupping my chin. And he kissed me. I was too shocked to do anything but simply sit back and taste him. Not that he minded, oh no. Hands buried themselves in my hair and his kissed plundered mine. Yes, plundered. Shut up, it was totally hot.
I’m stunned into inactivity, me, the kid so starved for touch he hit on his best friend. He crawled on his knees until he is directly in front me, almost bent in half to reach my face. His hands were all over my head, massaging and rubbing and pulling my hair, like he was just as touched starved as me.
That was the thought that spurred me into action. With a crescendo moan I surged to my knees, thankfully he managed keep his grip, my hands scrabbling for purchase on those big beautiful shoulders. I still wasn’t close enough though.
Our tongues were fighting; I wanted to explore the hot cavern of his mouth, he wanted to hold my tongue captive. Nuh uh, no way, I’m not just going to sit back and be a passenger in the best (first) kiss with someone who actually wanted me. It was the viscously hot, lacking of breath, harsh groping, fastener fumbling type of make out that teenagers are so known for. Not much skill, but plenty in raging hard ons and guilty desperation.
So hot. I couldn’t breathe, my skin was so overly hot that I felt that it would simply splinter off. His hands had moved down my back, making me arch and gasp into his mouth, and before settling on the curve of my tiny white boy butt. I was rubbing my chest against his like a cat in heat. My hands slid up his chest, I smiled smugly against his lips at the feel of my fingertips dipping into sweat soaked ridges and soft curves of his ribs. The happiest I can remember being since…
My fingers pinched his nipples, because I had always wondered if other peoples were as sensitive as mine. He reared back, finally air!, with a half scream and his hands convulsed on my ass. I grinned, so excited to elicit such a response from another person, and let my hands slip to his hips before roughly dragging him to me. I didn’t give him time to cool off before violently grinding our hips together.
So much sensory overload, pain shot through my nerves. My arms were shaking, so much new, but I couldn’t bear to loose any contact. I was feverishly, uncaringly, driving us further and further down this spiraling twist of pleasure. Because I knew, knew it deep in my bones, that I gave him a chance he would change his mind.
He was still quaking, thrashing against my hips, sweat running down his chest like glinting like tarnish diamonds in the hushed darkness of his room. My hands fluttered like pale butterflies seeking the nectar of his skin, rubbing and pinching and smoothing over his chest, giving our cocks a respite.
He straightened his spine and reunited our mouths. Moaning in tandem, hands slipped and slid over unfamiliar territory. I was desperately trying to tug his shirt off, but my hands kept getting side tracked by his nipples and his reaction when I ran my thumbs nails over those little nubs. Little buggers. He reared back, breath hot and humid on my face, before latching onto my neck. I moaned for him, he grinned against my skin, and his hands slid to my waist. I was airborne for all of two seconds before he settled me across his lap, straddling him and rubbing our respective bulges together. I gasped for him and be began a hickie that would surely make my mother blush when I staggered home.
He was mumbling something against my skin as my hands ripped his shirt up to his shoulders. My head lolled back, his hands were on my nipples and I lost my mind. At the first brutal pinch, I screamed and bucked desperately against his groin, searching for any kind of relief.
He was still mumbling against my skin. Groaning my hands latched onto his hair and yanked. He actually growled at me, big blue eyes surrounded by angry lines. I glared through spasms of pleasure.
“What the hell are you saying?” He peered at me through sex fogged eyes, hands persistently ghosting over my nipples. I batted his hands away, repeated the question and let my hands slide down his chest. He blinked again, I discretely began undoing his fly.
“I was saying-“ big bleary blue eyed blink “-saying that I owe Shawn big time. I mean look at you- “he sucked on my neck again, I batted him away. My hands were still busy at his zipper, but I wanted answers.
“What does Shawn have to do with this?” I tried to sound demanding but he chose that moment to pinch a nipple. I was trying to keep my glare on, hands got to the prize, and he kept sucking on my neck. Irritated, I gave one strong jerk to his cock, not exactly the best way to get his attention, but I liked doing it.
“He- oh god don’t stop!- set this up” I tried to beat out the details in my head, but I got as far as “well that’s not too bad” before I decided that running my thumb over the slit in his cock, coating my fingers with slick pre-come, was more important. I mumbled something like “cool” and sunk my other hand deep into his jeans, searching for his balls.
I found them, rubbed and massaged, he screamed around my nipple. Oh my God. Somehow his hands were ripping my shirt away and his free hand grabbed at my other nipple, running his nail over the sensitive bud. I mumbled something, “cock! Touch it” and the next thing I was aware of, my pants were being roughly dragged past my knees while he was holding me above his lap.
Somehow my hands managed to stay in his pants.
He slammed me back down, the rough edge of his jeans hitting the soft skin behind my balls. I screamed, writhing on his lap, my hand tightening convulsively. He gave me a deep throated answering scream and our barely free erections brushed ever so slightly.
For barely a moment we were far enough away that each others sensitive head was brushed by our partners coarse curls. We both pulled back, panting and staring at each other, before slowly we each looked down at our laps.
Our breath hissed out at the same moment, hips convulsively jumped forward. It was the most erotic moment of my life. Then the feelings ran wild. I moaned and broke the mood by jerking my hips forward, mashing our cocks up against soft tummies. His hands fell to the hollows of my hip bones, thumbs rubbing softly like that was their only purpose for being. I shuddered, almost to tearing up, and latched onto his lips.
I was teetering on the edge of orgasm and tears. So much sensation, loving contact and emotional stimulation all at once. He shushed against my mouth, trying to soothe me a little. I moaned in distress and bit his lip, not hard, but I wanted to give him something in return for such thoughtfulness. I’m odd.
I’d like to think that both of us were just too knew, inexperienced, overwhelmed, and needy for this very last long, or go any where close to penetration. But we still had fun doing it. He grinned, my teeth stretching his lip, and licked my lips comfortingly as his hands soothed at my hips. I let go and whimpered a little as he drove our hips closer.
My hands desperately grabbed onto our cocks, rubbing them together. We both gasped. One hand on our erections, the other found Rae’s face. Bringing our lips as close as our erections.
It was a rhythm I hadn’t known I knew the beat to. I broke the kiss, head falling weakly onto his shoulder, unable to concentrate on anything but the slick feel of pulsing and throbbing and grinding that was our laps. Sweat ran down his neck and into my mouth, I latched on sucking more into my mouth, so happy for a connection.
He laid his head on mine, kissing my hair. I was moaning and crying out weakly between my suckling on his skin. Rae’s hand joined mine, squeezing so much tighter than mine alone could accomplish. I trembled, sliding weakly against the sweaty planes of his chest/
Another sharp tug and nail scraping against my balls, he whispered against my sweaty scalp.
“So beautiful”
We came in tandem.
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Shawn got the lecture of his life. But I forgave him thirty minutes later because he gave me Rae.
I don’t believe in fair tale endings, or happily ever after. But Rae and I have been together for two years. He kept me sane when my father started dragging me into court. We have no idea what to do about college… but I figure some random great thing will fall out of the sky and hit us over the head.
Just like Rae did to me I suppose.
