Chapter 2~ Spin The Bottle
Dedicated to Phoenixpath Of Owlclan, for encouragement and motivation.
Alfred began to day dream a bit as he stared off into space. He was thinking of the clothes he had originally seen Ivan in, and the strong and muscular build of the mans body under his tight black shirt, the big lilac... or was it violet... purple eyes, the pale blonde hair and the even paler skin.
Alfred often struggled to remember the names of other guys, and no problem remembering the names of girls, but maybe, he could remember Ivan's name this way.
At this point Alfred became aware of a light tugging on his arm sleeve. He looked at the young lady sitting to the right of him and automatically threw her one of his prize winning grins.
The girl hesitated slightly, which was a perfectly normal reaction to one of Alfred's grins. His dazzling white teeth would be enough to startle the president of the united states, so how could he blame such a pretty girl?
The girl finally managed to blurt out what she wanted to say "A-Alfred, the bottle... It has landed on you... s-see? You need to spin it so it lands o-on the person you want to, uhh, k-kiss." She stuttered nervously, describing what he had to do in detail, as if he had never played this before.
Alfred sighed softly and turned to look at the bottle on the table. He hated it when his thoughts were interrupted, especially for something not worth disturbing them for... but he had sat at the table to play, so he guess he should participate anyway.
Alfred had played spin the bottle many times before and everyone knew he could spin it to land in any direction he wanted, it was kind of like his party trick. This meant however, he normally went straight for the prettiest girl playing at the time, and she normally would not refuse either, boyfriend or not.
Each and every girl sat hopefully on the edge of their seats and they stared at Alfred with big eyes.
Alfred however, reached out absent mindedly, not even taking his eyes off the table as his hand grasped the cold beer bottle firmly in one hand.
With a quick, skillful flick of the wrist, the bottle began to spin at a rapid pace, in the center of the table, The girls watching it intensely, and the boys trying to decide which girl Alfred had gone for, before the bottle had stopped.
Alfred's eyes were distant, unlike the rest of the group, and seemed to be very much in a deep thought of some kind. Making him completely oblivious to his surroundings.
As the bottle began to slow down and the anxious girls started to fidget in their spot, Alfred's eyes shot up and opened wide in realisation of what he had just done.
As his eyes became unfocused and blank, all Alfred could hear now was the muttering, whispering, several gasps and a bunch of boys agreeing on this being a mistake.
All Alfred wanted to know was... Was it- Was it, a mistake?
The bottle grinded to a final halt.
Ivan wondered why it was Alfred had to, or even wanted to remember his name, but he presumed it was probably something to do with signing him up for a school sport, or along those lines anyway.
Ivan was extremely well built after all, he could not deny that, and he was often begged by the physical education teachers, wanting him to join this or that club, or one of the school teams.
Ivan pushed the thought aside and took a look around at everyone, only to see them all staring at Alfred with huge grins on their faces, and Ivan wondered why.
It was then he noticed the bottle on the table, and the direction it was pointing, straight towards the blonde american.
Ivan had never played spin the bottle before, but he had watched others play it many times at other parties.
He glanced over at Alfred and saw the girl beside him tug at the other males sleeve. Ivan could only just about hear what her soft voice had said through the noise of the crowd. From the way she was describing exactly what to do to the American teenager, Ivan began to wonder if Alfred had ever actually played spin the bottle before.
He watched as Alfred did as he was told, and paid close attention to the way his small hand, well it was small to Ivan, reached out and twisted the bottle on the table so that it began to spin quickly on the wood.
At that point, Ivan became very aware that nearly every girl playing with them, began to move in their seats, but when he turned to look back at Alfred, the boy's eyes seemed very far away.
He began to wonder if Alfred really knew how much each young lady in the circle wanted the bottle to land on them, and if Alfred really knew how good looking he really was.
Ivan was too busy concentrating on Alfred's face to realise when the bottle had stopped, but when Alfred's eyes flicked up to check the bottle and grew wide Ivan's head turned quickly to look too.
He was faced by a metal lid... A metal lid of a bottle... A beer bottle... located in the center of the table... that meant...
Ivan lifted one hand up and rubbed the back of his hair lightly in embarrassment, but said nothing.
The noise of the surrounding people soon died down, and an awful silence hung in the air.
Ivan finally got the courage up to look at Alfred, and he wondered why the other male hadn't started to protest already, he seemed more shocked, like he really thought there was no possible chance it could of landed in the direction it had.
Ivan hated the pained look in the face of the usually so happy boy. he was sure the rule was, the person the bottle landed on first, was meant to kiss the person it landed on second, but this silence was becoming dreadfully long.
Ivan knew Alfred had a reputation to keep up and if he didn't refuse soon or if he kissed Ivan he knew that reputation may be lost... But Ivan wasn't about to lose the ony chance he may have of kissing the guy he had liked so much for so long.
So to make life easier, Ivan reached one hand forwards, gently taking Alfred's chin between his thumb and finger and looking down into the others eyes for just a few brief moments.
He watched Alfred's mouth open slightly in shock, and Ivan spotted his chance and licked his lips. Reaching down he locked their lips together and pressed forwards, enjoying the mingle of hot breath for just a short moment, which was over far to quickly for his liking.
A sudden roar of laughter and talk filled his ears and as he looked around at the people on the table he sat back in his chair and let his hand slid from Alfred's face.
He dare not look back at those blue eyes, for he fear the look of disgust that may lay there, and as comments about how much Alfred was blushing arose, he realised he had not done the right thing, not the right thing at all. He had embarrassed Alfred... but saved his reputation right?
Ivan stood up slowly and turned away from the table towards the door, it was about time he left.
That is chapter 2 guys... I have chapter 3 done already but I will upload that tomorrow morning. I was going to upload a chapter a day, but I know when I read a story, I hate having to wait even a day, let alone a week or something. Anyway, I am still a new writer and this is still my first story, so any reviews giving constructive criticism or any reviews are welcome as long as they are not made to purposely to offend or hurt anybody.
Thank you people
Sparxs~
