For a while it is good. Being with Michael is almost back to normal. I still have a tiny case of PTSD from the grinding incident, but other than that I'm fine. Michael comes over frequently to play video games and stuff. We do seem more close to normal, but still there is that lingering feeling in the back of my mind. Remembering that feeling in my chest wanting more, or the involuntary shudders that came with his soft pecks against my neck, those things just make it strange between us. Well those things make it strange for me anyway.
But either way I want to be friends with Michael. I can't lose him in my life I've known him too long for that. For the next week I spend as much time as possible with Michael. Even if it is slightly awkward, I do everything I can to get things back to closer to normal. I basically stick to Michael like glue, I spend the rest of the weekend with him just talking about random crap then playing some modern warfare three. Besides that we go out and hang with Shanna and Ailyn at the mall. We would hang out with Nellie too but she's still on house arrest because of the weed. Too bad we could have used that for the party later on this week.
During the week I do the same and stick with Michael as much as possible, maybe even more than normal. Honestly it's not that different from the usual, we would have spent that much time together before but I don't want anyone to suspect anything. They definitely would have noticed if Michael and I weren't together.
In fact I might be smothering Michael if anything. Whenever I do try to swoop into his time he seems to pull away. Like on Thursday, I spot him at a corner table at lunch with Abraham, Nellie and Shanna with a seat open to his left. I would sit with him anyway so I come over to the seat. The second I get up to him he puts his backpack on the chair. I should not have but I asked him to move it. For a second it's back to uncomfortable between us, but then in the next second Michael moves his backpack. Maybe it's me, I'm being paranoid, and I'm totally acting crazy.
But there are good times with Michael again. Whenever it isn't awkward it is fun to be with Michael and just hang. The best time is whenever I go over to his house and listen to Michael jam out on the piano, bass, guitar; even harmonica is great to listen too. Michael tried to teach me instruments once but I'll never be on Michael's level. Watching him play is something else entirely. I try to get Michael to sing but he seems a bit embarrassed to sing and play.
But my little game of sticking to Michael lasts for the rest of the week right up until we are driving up to Abraham's party. We bump a ride off of Shanna who fills up the car with chat. Thank god, there are only so many things to ramble on about for an entire week. Thank god for football too. If I didn't have that time to really clear my head I think I'd go mental with my thoughts. Sometimes I wish I could just be a dimwitted jock so I could not put so much thought into me and Michael.
"So, ready to party?" Shanna asks with a huge grin. Michael surprisingly seems to pep up right now and suddenly seems excited about this.
"Yeah man it's gonna be sick." Michael chimes and seems to jump out of the car with a new spring in his step. Shanna laughs as soon as Michael's gone.
"What happened to Mr. Mopey?" she asks with a bright smile. Shanna has this thing about her where she really does cares about those around her. If they're happy she's happy, a blessing and a curse.
"Who knows?" I shrug and follow him out of the car.
Abraham lives in a nice area, a domestic area in a decent sized house. A bit upper middle class, a nice house compared to some not too far from here. I could see already though that at about 8:30 most of the other houses seemed to be asleep while Abraham's shined like a beacon to everyone, with music blaring and the lights shining for all to see.
Most of the other are already waiting outside, Ailyn and Charlie, Maxfield, Ali, Lily, Nellie who I guess snuck out, and then a couple other people who I don't recognize. Everyone seems to carry something. Plastic bags of chips or beer I guess. Everyone seems to be waiting to all go in at once.
I weave my way through the crowd of teenagers and to the group I recognize as my friends. They all stand in a circle, some drinking beer out of brown paper bags. I greet everyone who all does a little hi back. Michael jumps around with that spring in his step, maybe he's high or something.
"Alright let's go already everyone's here!" Ailyn orders excitedly. She pulls Charlie after her and everyone else follows in premade little groups. Ailyn and Charlie stick together. Ali, Lily, and Nellie hang around together. Shanna sticks with Maxfield, looking shy by himself. That only leaves me and, you guessed it, Michael. Funny how the universe will work like that.
"So uh you seem to be having fun." I try to break the ice between us. Michael though still seems to be higher than a rocket and almost bounces with joy. I'm tempted to make him take a breathalyzer test.
"Yeah I mean the party looks kickass so far." Michael says excitedly. It does look pretty good, even on the outside. Although these sorts of parties were pretty common with Abraham, with his parents traveling so often he can throw one of these every other week. The only problem is cleanup, which I always seem to get wrangled into.
The inside of the house is a serious club. Abraham sure knows how to pack a bunch of teenagers I barely recognize together around his house. I recognize some people but the majority I don't, how could Abraham possibly know this many people? The majority of the dancing is in the living area where a keg is placed in the center. Some random guy is doing a keg stand. He looks like he's about to burst.
I think about getting a beer and turn around to ask Michal if he wants one. Although when I turn around he's gone along with everyone else I came with. Crap. I get the drink anyway just to get over being ditched like that. Or am I being hormonal again?
I sip my beer and weave my way out of the crowd around the kitchen. Well I try anyway, as I get out of the kitchen and try to be invisible by the wall a random blond girl with crisp blue eyes and a perfect smile pulls me into the living room and starts to dance around me. I don't want to be a douche so I sort of do the white guy dance as her ass rubs against my crotch. I feel my penis start to go erect. Shit. Old people, grapefruit, math, geometry, old people. Anything else. I feel my little solider begin to march back and exhale a sigh of relief. The next second though I feel another pressure on my back. I turn to see another girl, a brunette with hazel eyes and perky dimples now dancing at my back. She seemed to be in sync with the girl in front of me. With this new member I feel my solider starting to march forward again. At this rate grapefruit isn't going to help me.
I try to slip away from the sandwich around me but the crowd has me boxed in and any attempt to escape would just push me into either girl. I'm not trying to be cocky but even with jeans a size or two too big my cock would be in plain sight. Shit, this is going to be bad.
I prepare to be exposed of my erection. This blond looks like a screech and the brunette might be too. I feel it getting harder, I close my eyes and wait for the cry. But instead I feel a shift from the ass rubbing against my steadily rising cock and the boobs rubbing up against my back. Most of me is relieved, but still a part of me, the part still rising, wants to girls back.
I open my eyes to see who got rid of the girls and find Michael dancing right next to me with his eyes closed. Well dancing might be a strong word, Michael is not the best dancer in the world. When he moves he looks like a spastic donkey and a falling bird rolled together. But he doesn't look like that right now. Instead he grinds right up next to me, concealing my growing erection, and dancing in slight movements against my body.
Again my body is in a strange conflict. One part wants to pull Michael closer against my hard on, the other wants to punch Michael for making those girls leave, and a third really wanted to crawl in a hole and die.
I do the third, or it takes over anyway. I try to escape through the crowd but they seem to have me boxed in. Even if I manage to squeeze out my little member would definitely rat me out. I have no choice. I begrudgingly stand near Michael in order to hide my hard on. As soon as it goes away I'll try to slip out.
The problem is it doesn't go away. I dance near Michael for at least ten minutes and my little member doesn't get any softer. If anything it gets harder rubbing against Michael. I try to control my face but my face contorts every now and then. My little member tries to get my attention. Its message is as clear as day. "Get me into Michael!" That's all it wants but I fight it as hard as possible.
Inappropriate thoughts start up in my mind. Michael's soft ass and how easy it would be to rip off his pants and expose it. Thoughts of how soft and smooth his hair is. How much his smile sets something off in my chest. The way his laugh always makes me smile. Maybe not all are inappropriate but they feel foreign. Things that have always been there but I never noticed till now.
There are a lot of things my body wants to do. Lots of things it wants to do to Michael as his hand brushes against my back, or when my penis grazes his thigh. Something primal really, really wants to just control my body and finish this. Get a load out and finish this.
Just as I'm ready to break the animal out of his cage, take Michael into a bedroom and shove my dick up his ass Michael pulls me off the dance floor. Being smaller he can weave through the crowd better. Michael holds my hand as he pulls me through, his hands feel soft, delicate and slender. What really makes an impression is how long his fingers are. A multitude of dirty thoughts run through my mind at that but I try and push them all away before I get too far along.
My mind begins to clear as we reach a new part of the house. Up the crowded stairs into a less populated area of the house, A few more drunken kids seem to have wandered up here but it's much easier to move around. At least my erection won't hit anyone. I'm about to ask where Michael is dragging me when he pulls me into one of the bed rooms. Inside I find the rest of my friends are already here.
"Why are we all up here?" I ask as I get settled down on a chair. I think we're in Abraham's room. Kind of a punk room, dark colors mixed with other stuff. It all kind of accounts for the red streaks in Abraham's hair, I think he's trying to be a hipster.
"Because!" Ailyn nearly shrieked in my ear before handing me a beer from a six pack she must have brought up here. "You don't want to hang out with those posers." Ailyn breathes into my face and the stench of alcohol violates my nostrils. She burst out into a snorting laugh and a few other guys laugh. It's pretty clear that almost everyone has had a few drinks and the smoke in the room tells me that someone got their hands on some more weed.
"Hey dude relax take a load off!" Abraham calls from his bed. He has a smoke in his hand, contributing to the fog of smoke already in the room. Eh I could deal with Michael later, right now I could use a beer, and maybe a smoke.
"Are we really doing this?" I ask and can't resist laughing. Everything seems funny now, this whole party, life, all the shit that happened with Michael. He seems real cute sometimes and…what was I saying?
Everyone else starts laughing in the circle we've made on the floor. "Yeah it'll be fun." Shanna says excitedly. She places an empty beer bottle on a chess board in the middle of us and gives it a spin. It starts to stray from the board as everyone watches expectantly as the bottle lands on Maxfield.
A group of cheers or squeals comes from the group as Shanna starts crawling towards Maxfield. He looks reluctant to move but eventually with all the groups chants he crosses to the center with Shanna. He takes her face in his hands and pulls her in for a kiss, light and quick, a peck. Then he quickly backs back to his spot and takes a chug of beer. What's his deal?
"Alright Maxfield's turn!" Ailyn squeals. I see Shanna glowing brightly with a broad smile. Maybe she likes Maxfield. Maxfield spins the bottle. It spins and spins, everyone's eyes are locked to it until it lands on Michael…
"Oh my god!" Lily laughed. Everyone else seemed to have a similar reaction. It got strangely quiet as the thought started to unravel in my brain. Michal would have to kiss Maxfield. Maxfield, the blond varsity stud who had that sweet country accent.
"Rules are rules." Ailyn says like a judge. We all wait expectantly as Maxfield, very reluctantly now, moves to the center towards Michael. Michael tops off his bottle of beer with a sneer and then a grin.
"Let's do this." He moves over to the center to Maxfield. It might be the drugs but times seems to somehow slow down for me after that. I somehow watch in a slower motion as Maxfield cups Maxfield's blushing face and pulls him in. Michael puckers his big, soft juicy lips and pushes them into Maxfield's. Then time seems to snap back to normal as I watch neither of them pull away. Instead they seem to go at it. I think I even see some tongue between them. I feel sick to my stomach. I think it's all the weed and beer. I want to barf, but not only that. I really, really, really want to punch Maxfield in the face.
I clench my fist to try and suppress my anger which boils from some foreign part of me. I don't know why I feel like this but I do and this time my body is in full agreement. Punch Maxfield so hard he bleeds. My body craves the feeling of hurting Maxfield. My hand literally shakes with some sort of blind rage. I can't make coherent thoughts beyond Maxfield's blood on my hand.
The kiss doesn't stop though. Michael's hands run along Maxfield's neck and pull him physically closer. Maxfield's hands roam to Michael's waist and pull them together. I feel the incredible urge to finish the rest of the six pack. I take a long sip with the hand not physically trembling.
Everyone is silent as we all watch the two kiss. It must be weird, how Shanna's kiss was a peck and this is borderline French. I hear a few Oh my gods and Damns from people as the kiss doesn't stop. It keeps going. Their hands keep roaming each other and they seem to kiss over and over. I beg for this to end soon or I may actually attack Maxfield.
Finally, after what seems like ages, the kiss finally ends. But there seems to be lingering. They end with an audible smooch and for a few seconds after the kiss they both just look into each other's eyes. I don't know why it bothers me so much but it does, I want that, badly. I just don't understand a lot of my feelings right now. One feeling I do understand is this thirst I have and I really want to drink.
There's a joint cheer as the kiss is for sure over and Ailyn takes over. "Well that was…interesting, I'll go this time." She takes the bottle and gives it a little spin. I don't pay attention and just chug down another beer and avoid looking in either Michael or Maxfield's directions. Ailyn though stops the bottle as it lands on Charlie and everyone laughs as she pulls him into a kiss, her falling into his lap and dragging him by the tie to the ground. I don't try to watch but hey I'm a teenage guy. And I'm not the only one who watches.
After this I sort of check out. I think the drugs start to take over and everything seems so much better. Why not Maxfield kiss Michael, they're hot or whatever. Why wouldn't Michael like him? He's a six foot body builder whose pecs look like cinder blocks pointing out of his v neck. Everything is fine, life is fine and I'm fine. Me and Michael are fine. Fine. That is until I feel a hazy poking on my knee from far away. Everything seems so far away right now.
"Blake?" I hear someone nearly shriek. I peek my eyes open to see everyone staring at me. What? Do I have an erection or something? I peek down but all I see is the bottle pointing at me.
"Who spun it?" I ask hazily licking my lips preparing to kiss someone.
"Michael," Shanna answers.