"I never thought that I could possible love my best-friend any more" chapter -1 rating- m
Declaimer: I don't own anything here, I'm just stealing it from the minds of Stephan king (great books) but mostly from rob Rainer cause the book is so much different from the movie. PLEASE DON'T FLAG. STEALING THE CHARECTORS IS THE REASDON BEHIND THE GENRE (i.e. fan fiction )
Oh yeah lots of language in this story too, under age people please vacate the story, and also I do not approve with the word faggot but that's the word they use so... yeah
Summary: a bed, a boy, a kiss, something more? Chris/ Gordie slash (stand by me) rated m, please R+R
I always knew what I wanted, even with Chris telling me otherwise. What's so flash about being a writer anyway? Nothing, nothing at all. In truth I only keep up with the writing because it makes Chris happy. Chris was the kind of kid that didn't settle until all his friends were multi-millionaires and he was the boy behind it who got no credit. I am determined to change that however. I am determined to get Chris out of this god forsaken shit hole of a town however I can, even if I have to sell my self to slavery to send Chris on a train. God, I would take a bullet if only Chris could get away from the abusive cock-knocker of a dad that Chris had been stuck with for his whole life. This is what I wanted not for me to be a famous writer but to get me and my best friend out of this town.
I look at my hands for a brief moment; they were shaking so hard they almost fell of the table I was sitting at. It was a hot summer afternoon, at the very start of the holidays. I was hopeing this would be the best summer yet but my stupid fucker of a father had already banished me to my room for most of it. I had decided to pass the time by writing a story. My eyes drift back down to story that I was writing on a spare piece of paper I had found under a few of dads books. I read it over in my head for what seemed like the millionth time.
"I can't get it to sound... right" I thought to myself. I was writing a thrilling tale about a cowboy who got out of this town with his best friend and they lived happily ever after. The hard part for the hero was finding a way to get his best friend to come with him without alerting his dad to what they were doing. I took a final look at the work I had been doing for the last three hours, then scrunched it up and threw it out the window. Well nearly threw it out the window after two shots. I always have marvelled at the almost lazy way that Chris manages to hit his target every time. One time he even managed to catch Vern mid air and save him from an almost certain broken leg. Sorry, I haven't even told you my name, I guess I always do get too enthralled in stories. My name is Gordon (but you can call me Gordie everybody else does) Lachance. The god forsaken shit hole that i was talking about earlier is called castle rock (still think that god forsaken shit hole is a better name though.) it's a sleepy town in the state of Oregon where every body knows every body else and being a faggot is a crime worst than murder or rape. Vern Tessio was part of the awesome foursome that me and Chris had been part off. The other member was called Teddy Duchamp. He was the craziest guy i have ever met. But now it's just me and Chr..
"Oi Lachance, are you gonna let me in or am i just gonna stand on your roof for the rest of the fucking day" yelled Chris who was (i assume) on my roof.
"Yeah, give me a minute to get my clothes on" I said with a grin on my face.
"Really" said Chris as his up side down face appeared at the top of my window, "you lie Lachance. Do you know what we do to liars?" he said with a smirk on his face.
"Don't let them into your room" I said as I let the window open and Chris climbed in.
"No, guess again" said Chris still with the same smirk plastered over his face
"Shan't" I said grinning back (I can't smirk like he does. Whenever I try I just look like a fag)
"I'll just have to show you then" Chris said as he sauntered towards me with his fist raised and that infernal smirk on his face. I back into the wall with a hard thud. Chris smirks at that and punches me hard on the arm. It hurt more than you would have thought.
"Chris and his fucking muscles that are bigger than mine, twat" I thought to my self as Chris made himself at home." Oi who said you could steal me spot" I said as Chris lay down on my bed. I ran and jumped on top of him feet first aiming to cause as much pain as I could with the least amount of effort I could muster. I crashed into his hip bone and slipped down onto the bed narrowly missing the end of my bed and the wall beyond it.
"and Chris for the win" Chris screamed at top of his voice as he pulled my denim jeans half way down. I grabbed them before they could go the full way down and pulled with a huge effort on my part back up to where they should have been
"You fag Chambers" i said as his eyes still lay on where my bare skin had been previously
"Fuck you Lachance" Chris said with a sheepish grin on his face. I had had a feeling that Chris was one of them faggots for a while now but i didn't think it would be that easy to get a confession out of him.
"I suppose I was wrong "I said to myself. I looked into Chris's eyes and i saw all the pain and anger that he held in a bottle just below the surface of his skin. Chris was the easiest person I had ever met to read. That's why I was taken aback by Chris's next movement.
"Well since I'M all faggot now you won't mind if I do this then" Chris said as he put both his hands on either side of me and moved from the bottom of my legs towards my face. I started backing away from my best friend. I crashed into the wall again
"damn the fucking wall" I said to myself starting to get a bit flustered " ah Chris I was just joking man u don't need to do this man" Chris moved towards me faster grabbing the bottom of my legs and yanking me off the wall and back onto the bed. I started to panic; Chris was really starting to look like he meant what he had said. I started to kick my feet hoping to god that this was all a big fucking joke and Chris was just gonna hit me on the arm again. Chris was now hovering over my face. He sat on my protesting legs limiting the movement with his weight. I looked up at his face with a pleading look. He grabbed my flustered arms before they could muster the energy to punch and pinned them above my head
"Gordie, just don't fucking move and I won't hit u in the arm again" he said with a smirk on his face
"Chr..." i tried to say but Chris had already thought of that and had placed his lips ever so lightly on mine. I turned my head in disgust he pulled back only to grab my face again and kiss me harder and more passionately than he had before, this time i had no choice but to pay attention to the kiss. It seemed like it went for hours. I looked into Chris's eyes and I could see the bottled up anger disappearing from his gaze. I looked further into his light blue eyes and felt myself relaxing into the kiss. There was nothing that Chris could do that could make me love Chris anymore than I already did.
"I Guess I was wrong" I said to myself again. Who'd of known that I was a fag, certainly not me but hey how much wrong can a guy do with Chris Chambers the stud of Castle rock. I felt Chris tongue against my lip. I knew what he wanted. For a few seconds i said no but after i felt Chris's heart sink i let Chris's waiting tongue explore the depths of my mouth. Chris released my mouth to take a breath.
"Holy shit Lachance, who'd of thought that you where such a fucking good kisser" Chris said with a smirk on his face. I shrugged, and Chris released his grip on my hands." Who'd have thought that Gordon Lachance was as big a fag as i am?" He said with a grin to himself
"I'm not as big as you are, yet" I said as my hands grabbed the bottom of Chris's shirt and lifted it over his head in one swift movement. "Now I am" I said with a smile. He smiled back at me and grabbed the bottom off my t-shirt as well and yanked it over my head. While this happened I closed my eyes and felt Chris's finger move in almost slow motion across my chest. I opened my eyes and looked at my best friend. He leaned down knowing exactly what I wanted without me even having to ask. Our lips connected and I could hear Chris moan greedily into my mouth. I grinned at this and moved my hand down the hard chest of my best friend until I reached the top of his denim jeans. I fumbled around to find the button. Success. I started to unbutton his jeans. As I did this Chris stopped kissing me and looked down at me. I wasn't looking at Chris at that moment i was too enthralled in what i was doing one more pull off the zipper and I would have a half naked boy in my room. This had become my new goal in life fuck getting out of this town. I could already see the tight white underwear my best friend was wearing. My heart nearly did back flips and ran a marathon. Chris's face looked shocked for a few seconds until he got his mind back. He grabbed my face in his hands and rolled off me onto the bed. He re-buttoned his jeans and said
"Not now Gordie i need to get back home or my old man will skin me alive"
I looked up in horror and said "why can't you just stay the night, like a sleepover"
"nah I better go Gordie, please don't hate me too much for turning you all fag like." He smiled at me gently then took his t-shirt from the floor and jumped out of the window with a grace only a god could mimic. I stared with a shell shocked look after my best friend.
" how could I hate him for turning me into a faggot when I love him so much for loving me in return. He didn't exactly say he loved me... but i know he does" I said this to myself as i looked at the time.
9:57 had he really spent that much time with Chris?
Shit mums gonna kill me if i don't get up to go to church tomorrow.
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The next morning I woke up to find a letter on top of my chest...
Hope you enjoyed it more is coming p.s I know what the next one is gonna look like, but after that I have no idea any idea's much welcome. R+R would be awesome love hear what u thought!!