Warning- This chapter is M for sexual content. Please stop reading this chapter at 02.10 to avoid this content.

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Friday, October 7th, 2016

19.15

I'm fifteen minutes late but when I get into the auditorium the meeting hasn't started yet.

That blond girl, Vilde, and her friends welcome me at the front of the room. I immediately scour the auditorium looking for Isak knowing that he isn't going to be here and that this will have all been for nothing.

I am wrong.

He is not only here but he is also looking right at me. I had begun thinking that I had made up the fact that I caught him staring at me in the cafeteria but this time he is a little too slow to look away. I sit right behind him, where I can inhale his lemony scent and check him out without getting caught.

When Vilde suggests that we pair up, I resolve to ask him to be my partner but he leaves the room looking like he would rather be shot dead than be here. I wonder why he came if he finds it so painful?

After a few minutes I realise that he may not come back.

"You should think of your life like a movie that you have complete control over. Decide what you want and go for it!"

I take Mikki's advice. I take a deep breath and reach into my jean jacket pocket to make sure that I have brought the blunt I plan to entice, I mean 'share', with Isak then I leave the auditorium in search of him.

23.10

I groan when I think back to my conversation with him. I failed miserably at playing cool and not being weird. It had taken nearly two months to get to the point of talking and all I could come up with was emptying the tissue dispenser to get his attention and this bit of poetry:

"She made us walk around and feel each other in the dark and if you touched a dick you had to suck it."

I said that when I wasn't even high yet.

If you touched a dick you had to suck it.

Jesus, what the fuck was I thinking? Answer- sucking Isak's dick. I haven't seen it but if I did I bet it would become my new favourite part of him.

The good news is his shyness disappeared for a second as he looked at me and laughed. "No way!"

His eyes sparkled with humour and my heart flipped. I had thought his eyes were blue but in the street's night light they looked grey.

We shared my blunt while sitting on the back of a school bench in the yard while the cuddle group carried on without us. Then that Emma interrupted us and made, in my opinion, an unwelcome threesome out of our perfectly happy twosome.

It was only when I got home that I realised I hadn't got Isak's number. It was a blessing. I was high as fuck and would have probably texted him something stupid and completely inappropriate about how when we next meet, Vilde will force pairs to fuck as part of another bonding 'love' exercise.

Isak and me fucking...

Dad has texted to say that he has decided to go wild and take mum out for drinks in town before coming home. He is a romantic and their love is disgusting and cute. He has also texted this,

Dad: There's some leftover lasagne in the fridge. You can finish it off if you're hungry.

I raid the fridge and forgo the lasagne in favour of a beer and the ingredients for scrambled eggs; 2 eggs, some sour cream, cheese and butter. Healthy, I know.

I slowly drink while knocking up some food to satisfy my munchies. When I'm done I crash on my bed thinking about Isak's mouth taking drags out of my joint.

Friday, October 14th, 2016

01.01

I can't sleep which sucks since I need to get up in less than six hours to get ready for school.

I had expected that I would have spoken to Isak since last Friday's cuddle group meeting. Strangely though, I have only seen him once this week, a couple of days ago, in the yard, while he was surrounded by his squad and talking to Vilde and that Emma chick. It did not feel like a good time to go over.

Instead I caught up with some guys from my media studies class. I couldn't help looking over at Isak as I crossed the yard. For the first time, when I looked at him, he did not look away.

Since that moment, I have had his gaze burned into my retinas. It is distracting me at the most inconvenient moments. Like now in the middle of the night when I should be sleeping.

If only we had a cuddle group meeting this Friday; today. It could have gone something like this...

-:-:-

Isak and I are not sitting together but we are within eye shot of each other.

"Okay, last time we all got together we split into pairs." Vilde says. "The plan was for you to hang out together, cook and bond after the meeting because what we want is to create an atmosphere of joy and love."

I look over to Isak who shyly looks back at me.

"I know some of you found the love exercise easier than others but everyone did really well." Vilde continues. "This week I would like us to build on that exercise so first of all I'd like you to please pair up again. Preferably with your partner from last week."

I am about to stand up and walk over to Isak when he gets up and starts walking in my direction. I swallow a smile of pleasure until I see Emma walk up to him too.

She gets to him before he can get to me.

"I thought we could pair up this week since they don't want us to be a three." She says to him.

Isak licks his lips and fleetingly looks over at me. "Um-. Yeah. Uh. But I-"

The pretty girl leader in the hijab goes over to them, taps Emma's shoulder and says. "Hi."

"Hi." Emma says.

"I'm Sana."

"Emma."

"Hi, Emma. Would you mind pairing up with my friend, Chris? She is lovely but she doesn't have a partner anymore. Her boyfriend doesn't come to our school so Vilde says he can't come to meetings. And Chris used to have a crush on Isak so I don't feel like I can ask him."

"But I was going to pair up with Isak." Emma protests and touches his arm lightly.

Isak clears his throat. "It's okay. I was going to pair with Even, so-"

He coughs and looks down.

Emma looks disappointed. "Why can't Even pair with Chris?"

Sana looks at Isak curiously. "Who's Even?"

When Isak looks in my direction briefly she sends me a knowing look. It is as if she has read me like a book and knows exactly what I am up to even though I am not sure I do yet.

"Oh. Okay. I see." She smirks. She turns to Emma and says. "Guys find it harder to open up with each other. It may be useful to let them try this bonding exercise together."

-:-:-

Isak and I have not said a word to each other yet. We listen to and then follow Vilde's instructions silently.

"Please get onto the stage and stand opposite each other at arm's length so that we can start this love exercise. Make sure to be at least two metres from the edge of the stage. We don't want any accidents."

I lead Isak to a corner that feels more private. He is tall but I still have a good four inches on him. I look at him and smile softly when he smiles at me. We put on our blind folds.

"Make sure they are secure and that you can't see anything." Vilde calls out. "The aim here is to get comfortable with intimacy and closeness. I want you to ignore everything but your partner. I want you to develop your physical and emotional bond."

I wish I could see Isak's face now. I bet he is eye-rolling hard.

"There is no pressure. You can talk, touch and interact but only with each other. Remember no one else can see you so do what you feel comfortable doing as long as it isn't anything rude or dangerous." Vilde giggles. "Sana, Eva and I have blind folds on too. You can start whenever you want and we will tell you when to stop."

I can hear Isak's soft breathing in front of me. It sounds shallow. Breathier than normal breathing. For what feels like forever we stay like this. Not seeing or moving or touching.

"Love exercise." He mutters like it is the silliest thing he has heard. He groans.

"Yeah. Silly." But I really mean 'fucking awesome'.

Eventually the itch in my palms becomes too great.

I take a deep breath and count to three in my head.

1.

2.

3.

"This is dumb." I hear Isak whisper just as I reach out and touch him.

He gasps so I pull my hand back.

"Sorry." I say.

At the same time he mutters. "I didn't know you were going to-"

We keep our voices low. "It's just with what Vilde said."

"Yeah sure." He says.

AWKWARD.

"Shit, did I touch your dick?"

I had to make it even more awkward, didn't I?

He snorts a laugh. "No!"

I smile. "You know the rules. I didn't make them. Touch a dick. Suck a dick."

Someone gag me. Cut my tongue out. Sew my mouth shut.

"Are those the rules?" He asks. I can hear the fun in his voice.

"Yes... so..."

"You touched my arm."

"Oh." I hope I don't sound disappointed.

I feel a poke in my rib.

"Am I touching your arm now?" He mumbles shyly.

I swallow hard. The game is on.

"No."

"Oh." He pokes it harder then runs his fingers up and down, lightly, laying his palm flat on me. He grazes my nipple and I bite my lip.

"Chest." He says confidently.

"Full marks."

He pulls away.

Guess it's my turn. I tentatively reach out. I need to quench my thirst. My hand is screaming to head south but like a good boy I aim somewhere in the middle.

I am pretty sure that I make contact with his arm again. I drag my hand up it slowly and take a step closer to him.

He catches his breath.

"Is this okay?" I ask.

"Y-yes."

"I'm trying to find your face."

"Okay."

The slope at the top of his arm indicating his shoulder tells me that I am getting there. We are so near that I feel his heat and I smell that citrus smell of his. It comes from his hair. It must be the shampoo he uses.

It is probably my new favourite thing about him.

Have I said that before?

I take another step closer to him. This time he doesn't gasp. He reaches both hands out and settles them on my chest. I am not sure if he is trying to stop me from advancing any further or what so I stop my actions.

"You want to stop?" I ask.

"Uh. No. I mean- Vilde hasn't said stop yet so..." He whispers. I feel his breath against my neck. "... but if you want to stop..."

"No!" I say a little too quickly. "As you say, they haven't said stop so... we can't stop."

I forget about feeling his face when my fingers touch his hair. It is so damn soft. He hasn't discovered product yet so it lacks any artifice. It moves easily with my touch.

I want to kiss him so badly. I raise my other hand up. I act as if I struggle to find his face with it only so that I can justify feeling him up. I explore him until I eventually cup his cheek.

I lean in and use his breath as my guide to his mouth. I am so fucking close. Can he sense it? I swear I am not capable of stopping myself from kissing him so he had better stop me otherwise I am going to do it.

I am going to kiss him.

My mouth presses softly against his. I am slightly off target so I use my thumb to trace the outline of his mouth and kiss him again.

Bulls Eye.

I have been waiting for this for so long. The longing makes me impatient, makes me groan and consume him with all the heat and pent up desire I have been carrying for him.

There is a catch of breath at the back of his throat. His hands tighten into fists that grip the material of my hoodie. He presses himself to me so that I feel his entire length against me as he kisses me back. Fuck. He is so hot. His slim yet gym-toned body is plaint against mine. I reckon he would let me have him if we carried on like this.

Fuck Vilde's 'Don't do anything rude' rule.

"Okay. STOP!" Vilde's voice breaks through my lusty haze.

Isak practically pushes me across the room. We tear off our blind folds and face off. He can pretend that the kiss didn't happen but he has no chance trying to hide his boner from me. He looks down, pulls his jumper low, takes a seat on one of the loud speakers and leans slightly forward.

I raise both eyebrows as Vilde turns to me and says,

"Wake up, Even."

Damn, fucking, shit!

I wake up..

Wait. What? That was all a dream?

02.10

That meeting and the kiss had felt so real. It's left me with a massive boner. Since when has a dream about a couple of small pecks on the mouth got me so close to blowing my load?

I undo the fly of my jeans and dip my hand in. I've got to take care of this otherwise I won't get any sleep tonight.

I imagine that Vilde doesn't stop our love exercise and that Isak and I continue to make out on stage.

I deepen our kiss and somehow no one notices our fervent sounds. I pull him to me. I can picture his cheeks pinking up like crazy and his eyelashes creating a fan over them as he closes his eyes. I want to take my blind fold off to see him and watch his reaction to my touch but I don't. What if he pushes me away? What if Isak feels comfortable letting go only because he can't see his own lustful actions or mine?

He tentatively grazes a hand over my clothed crotch and I groan into his mouth. He rubs it and I imagine his blush deepening.

He somehow gets into my pants and circles a warm hand around my shaft. I bury my head into his neck and lightly bite his heart beat there to avoid a loud moan. I grip his bum with both hands and come to the conclusion that it is the best ass in the world.

He kisses my cheek gently as he starts to steadily pull on my dick. His lips find my ear lobe and he sucks it while he jacks me off.

I open my eyes and see the ceiling of my room. I take my hand, spit into it then reach for my cock again. I close my eyes and go back to my fantasy.

Isak's hand is slicker now as he rubs me with perfect firmness. His thumb grazes the sensitive opening of my slit and he pulls back my foreskin only to push it back up as he fists me, concentrating more on the head of my cock now. He looks down and watches in fascination as I precum. He presses a finger against it, licks it then kisses me again.

I moan into his mouth as I feel my climax build up. I am about to blow.

Isak increases his efforts. What the fuck is he doing with that incredible twisty action and the rhythm and the pressure that is just so intense and-

"Fuck!" I groan harshly, the words getting swallowed up by his kiss, as I cum like a freight train. My whole body is transported.

I bite on my lower lip and shudder as white ropes of cum explode from me and cover my stomach, top, chin and some of the bedding. It takes a while to come down.

I rub the liquefying cum on me and look around me. Shit. I have made a mess of my bed; the disadvantage of being a shooter.

I am too tired to get up and clean up properly right now so I reach for the toilet roll that I keep tucked in the corner of my bed and rub any obviously visible cum.

As my lids finally go heavy with sleep I wonder whether in real life Isak has a blind fold kink.