Chapter Track: Tongue Tied by Grouplove & Wasted by Tiesto
It's almost nine and I'm standing outside Token's house next to Kenny, high off our asses and cold as shit. Kenny's in his usual parka and some worn jeans. I wear my ashy green hoodie and some slightly baggy skinnies.
I'm sure I'd be nervous right now if I could even think straight. Maybe I would be? Who fucking cares? "Kenny," I start with a snicker. The blonde looks at me, containing his own laughter. "This is my first party," I tell him. We bust out laughing together.
How long have we just been standing here? I think it took us longer than it feels to get here. It might be ten. "Stick with me and you'll have a good time," Kenny promises. I just nod with a stupid smile on my face. "Let's go inside, man. It's fucking cold."
We laugh some more, kicking our way through the snow up the Black's driveway. Inside is way warmer than outside and not because the heater's on. There's like a million teenagers bunched together in his living room dancing together. It's almost beautiful.
"This is more than you're group and a few chicks, Ken," I point out.
"My friends told their friends. What'd you expect?" Kenny pushes past kids, dragging me into the kitchen. He grabs a random bottle of whiskey off the counter that sits with other random bottles of alcohol and hands it to me. "This is like your lifeline, okay?" he has to scream in my ear for me to be able to hear him. I only nod, not even wanted to attempt talking over the noise. "I'm gonna be in the bathroom smoking with some friends later. You should find me then,"
I squint, "Where are you going?"
He snatches another bottle and raises both hands with a shrug. "Gonna find someone to fuck, I guess." And Kenny abandons me. I could probably care more if I tried but instead I pop the cork out of the bottle in my hands and take a swig.
The next thing I know I'm chugging beer after beer through a tube and a funnel with a crowd chanting my name. I learned so far that all these premature pixie sticks are fucking lightweight as hell and I could totally probably outdrink all of them- with the exception of Kenny, I think. So I put my skills to use. They're all so easily impressed. And not one comment about my sanity!
Finally the beer ceases and the crowd cheers. I pump my fist in the air. Everyone pats my back as I exit the room and I make it to the living room where I mindlessly dance for how long I'm not really sure but I bump into someone who grabs my hips. I glance over my shoulder.
"Wendy!" I grin and turn around to face the dark haired girl.
Wendy's clearly been with Bebe because her usually bare face is caked with makeup, her hair is curled in the Steven's manner, and she's in a tight little club dress. Don't get me wrong, she looks good. "You look hot," I tell her over the music.
She smiles at me, "Thanks." I can smell the beer on her breath. "I didn't know you were gonna be here," she says.
"Same," I say.
"I'm just here to get wasted," she explains.
"SAME!" We laugh.
Wendy and I move together to the beat. I push some of her hair away from her ear and ask, "Kenny said he was gonna smoke in the bathroom. Wanna drop by?"
"Oh, fuck yeah," Wendy grins at me. We push through people to the downstairs bathroom.
I struggle to push the door open because there's a towel shoved under the door. Inside the lights are off and there are candles lite. It's completely fogged and reeks of marijuana.
I step around the door and Wendy follows. Kenny is in the bathtub, Clyde is on the toilet, Red is sitting on the floor cross cross. She passes the bong to Clyde but he stops when he sees me and starts spazzing out. I raise an eyebrow at him.
"Craig's looking for you," he tells me.
I drop myself in the open space next to Red and shrug, "Hasn't been looking too hard apparently."
Red has a bottle of rum and little plastic shot cups in front of her. I help myself. "I'm sure I'll run into him before the night ends," I tell Clyde, while pouring myself a shot. I flash my eyebrows at him before I down it.
Wendy walks over to the tubs and gestures at Kenny. "Move 'ver a lil' bit," she slurs.
Kenny smirks at her, "Just sit in my lap, sweetheart," he flirts and surprisingly Wendy obliges, climbing into the tub and cozying up to Ken.
Clyde hands the bong to Kenny who holds it for Wendy. It's cute. I take another shot. I should find Craig. I wonder if he's drunk at all. I wonder if he's a lightweight. I want to see him. Maybe I shouldn't though. I don't trust myself right now.
"Tweek," Wendy calls. I snap out of my daze and take the bong and lighter she's handing me. I take two hits before passing it to Red.
What seems like an hour later were still in the foggy dark lite bathroom smoking and talking about nothing long enough for me to understand what we're even talking about.
"When girls have hair on their stomachs it's like, unappealing but when guys have it, it's edible," Wendy says.
"I have a happy trail," Kenny tells the girl. Wendy smiles at him and he takes her hand, placing it on his stomach under his shirt.
"It's all about society," Clyde says. "These people in an office decide what they want in the world and fax the memo to the magazines and then the celebrities just follow the instructions," he explains.
"Illuminati," Red concludes. "That's like the rich guys who make decisions."
"I heard that they kill anyone who doesn't do what they want," Kenny chimes in.
"So illuminati is God?" Red asks.
"Essentially," Wendy tells her.
"You know people who're double jointed live shorter lives than normal people," Kenny says.
"I'm double jointed, dude!" Clyde cries.
"Then it sucks to be you," Kenny snickers. Everyone starts to laugh.
Red starts passing everyone shots for a round of drink or dare. It starts with Clyde who dares Wendy to just kiss Kenny already (her hand still in his shirt). That led to Wendy making out with Kenny in the bathtub for a few minutes while we cheered, unnecessarily loud.
Wendy dares Red to down the rest of the rum. Red doesn't hesitate but after she finishes she vomits in the sink. "Fuck," she swears. We still cheer for her braveness. I'm a little upset about the rum being gone now though. Red finishes rinsing out her mouth and points to Clyde with a determined face, "I dare you to streak!" She laughs maniacally.
Clyde's eyes widen, "Can I drink?"
Red holds up an empty rum bottle, "Not an options anymore, kid," she tells him and flashes her eyebrows while biting her lip to fight off a smirk.
Kenny and Wendy start chanting, "Strip! Strip! Strip!"
Clyde looks uncertain for a minute before jumping to his feet kicking off his shoes. "I get to keep my socks though," he quickly says to the red head, throwing his shirt over his head.
"Woo!" I encourage the brunette along with my peers, thinking that this will be something Clyde might regret tomorrow morning but fuck what I think I know right now.
The door opens when Clyde's down to his boxers, Kenny is kissing Wendy again, and Red looks like she just got sick again, leaning over the sink just in case. I'm zoned and I can't feel my fingertips.
I manage to glance at the door. I grin, "Craig, hey," I say to the niorette. He looks a lot of nothing but very far away and tall. I smile to myself. "I was just about to look for you," I tell him. I don't know if that's true. I think it used to be.
"What are you doing?" he asks me, looking around the room. Wendy and Kenny have stopped sucking face to watch us and Clyde has stopped stripping.
"Something," I assure him. I don't know what the fuck I'm doing here. I can't even remember how I got here.
"Well," Craig starts but stops and stares at me. Fuck, his eyes. I can't read them this far away but he's so close. I've gone blind. I don't know what he wants. I can tell he can tell I'm lost too because he glares at me instead now.
"Well," I echo. I won't mention that he could very well speak what he wants like a normal person but I don't wanna piss him off more.
"Hey, wanna go somewhere," Kenny says to Wendy. She blinks at him like she doesn't understand what he just said but nods anyway. Something I think she'll probably regret tomorrow but fuck what I think I know right now. Get it girl.
They step out of the bathtub and around Craig. Kenny stops right behind him out of his line of vision and winks at me, eyeing Craig. Whatever that means.
"C'mon, you're almost there," Red says to Clyde whose still in boxers.
He nods and says, "Sorry," to Craig before yanking down the last article of clothing and pushing past him out of the bathroom. Craig looks disgusted.
"WOO!" Red cheers and follows the brunette.
I watch her until she's gone and then turn back to Craig. "C'mon," he says.
"Where are we going?"
"Somewhere that isn't a bathroom that smells like puke," Craig says.
I hold my hands out to him, "Help me up." He eyes me, suspiciously. "I'm serious or I could pass out here. I'm really okay with anything that happens." Craig takes my hand and pulls me to my feet.
I get dizzy. "What time is it?" I ask him. We're too close right now.
"Around three," he answers with no validation from any type of watch or device.
Shit, already and from the sounds from downstairs and upstairs, the party is still in full swing. "Where's Token?" Craig shrugs. "Where are we going?" No answer. Craig opens a door into a room that could be anyone's. It's big and has a bathroom but I doubt it's the master. I bet all the rooms in this house have a bathroom. It has some jerseys on the wall though and some pictures on the dresser of Token, Clyde, and Craig. So you put together who's room it is.
Regardless, I ask, "Is this Token's room? Why are we in Token's room?" Craig still ignores me.
He heads for the closet and slides the door open. "I'm confused," I state. "Are you coming onto me?" I laugh at my own joke, despite it not being very funny really. "Seriously though," I say, behind the niorette, "What are you doing?"
Craig grabs the dresser in Token's closet and slides that to the side too, revealing a small door. He pushes it open and glances back at me expectantly. That's so fucking cool.
"What if you're taking me somewhere secret to kill me?" Craig rolls his eyes. I notice his face is a tint of pink for the first time. "Are you drunk too?"
"You're drunk?" he asks.
"I know right?" I smile. "I'm probably always drunk," I tell Craig. "Like Stan," I add with a snicker.
"Stan Marsh is a pussy," Craig spits.
"Yeah, I guess," I shrug. "That's not really relevant though," I point out. "Where've you been all night? I was in the kitchen, the living room for a while, and then well, the bathroom for like, hours, I think but I never ran into you and word on street is you were looking for me," I say.
Craig blinks at me with narrowed eyes. "I was in here," he says, pointing to the door.
"Drinking?" I ask. Craig nods. That's cute. "What's in there?"
"Probably beer," he starts.
I nod approvingly, "Mhm,"
"Weed," he continues.
I nod more, "Oh yeah, mhm,"
"And food," he finishes.
"That's great," I tell him. "But you go in first to aid my anxiety."
"You're a pussy just like Stan," he tells me, crouching to go through the little Narnia door.
I follow behind him, if only to stare at his ass this closely. Such an opportunity only presents itself once in a blue moon. This is my time. Thank you, God. Craig has a nice ass in addition to his beautiful face. I point out again how Craig is essentially the full package.
The door is the only thing small. The room opens up. It's just a small room with a couch and a TV and a mini fridge. There's empty beers scattering the floors, a bag of chips on the couch, and a bong next to the sofa. "What is this place?"
Craig shrugs, "Token's hidden room."
"Why? What's it for?"
Another shrug, "He's rich. He can have whatever he wants, that's why." Craig sits on the couch and grabs the bong. "What were you doing in the bathroom with all those people?"
I sit on the other end of the couch and grab a half empty beer, taking a swing and hoping that it was Craig's and not some random person. I regret everything. Fuck it. Who cares? "We were playing drink or dare until Red drank all the fucking rum and then asked Clyde if she can suck his dick. It was gross," I tell him. "Not to mention Wendy was already sucking Kenny's dick in the bathtub. Fucking heteros-" I clap my hand over my mouth and swear.
Craig and I stare at each other for the longest time. Him holding the bong inches from his face and me awkwardly pretending that I'm sipping my beer, repeating normal conversation over and over in my head.
I break the silence with, "Yup," and we both begin to laugh. I can't even be concerned with Craig's laughter because I can't hear it over my own- well, I can hear it. He's laughing very loudly but it blends with mine beautifully.
"Oh wow," Craig says, "Tweek Tweak's gay? What? Oh, my God! How?" he says sarcastically. "I'm not retarded. I already fucking knew." We laugh more.
"Yeah?" I say, "Well, I'm fooling everybody else. Plus, you can't blame me. This town's full of homophobes. Gotta watch your back," I tell him.
After the laughing dies down and Craig and I have passed the bong back and forth a few times I ask, "What are we supposed to even do in here?"
Craig puts the bong down and exhales. He shakes his head at me and says, "Try using your 'imagination'." The word is dragged out and he makes an invisible rainbow over his head with his hand.
"My mind is vulgar," I tell him, bluntly. "My imagination holds a lot of…" You know what I just realized? I'm fucking high as shit. I was already high before I got here and I just kept on going and now I'm so fucking high that it's hard to breathe. It's hard to see and I'm hot. My high is enhanced by being drunk, which I am also and I'm in a room alone with Craig and he knows I'm gay now and he's okay with that. And no one really knows where this room is except for (I assume) Clyde and Token and Clyde is presumably fucking Red right now and Token wouldn't come back here, he has to host.
My point is what kind of position am I in to be making decisions right now? I'm in a very risky situation here. A situation where I could get some crazy random boner just because I've been fantasizing about naked Craig the past few days and I'm super drunk and stoned and I feel it everywhere.
"touching," I say, my face heats up. Craig's heavy eyes narrow in a different way than before. He doesn't look suspicious, just something. What the fuck are they doing to me?
"kissing," I continue, swallowing, my throat suddenly feeling dry as a desert. I blink slowly. Craig still watches me.
"licking…" My heart is racing. I can't even hear what I'm saying over the sound of it pounding in my chest. Everything took a turn. I wasn't gonna go this far but Craig's fucking eyes are encouraging me.
"Craig," I say. The niorette hums in acknowledgement. "Are you gay?"
Craig's gaze doesn't falter from mine. I imagine I look like a lion if Craig were a gazelle and I hadn't eaten in days. "I don't know," he admits, with no emotion. "I've never been with a guy- but then, I've never been with a girl either."
So many things are running through my mind. The licking, the unexpected boners, Craig being a virgin is really turning me on right now and maybe it's the liquor but I'm really not scared or worried about this situation.
My only concern, really, is that my mouth probably tastes like shit from all the beer… but I bet Craig's does too.
Leaning forward on my knees I grab the back of the Craig's neck and bring his face into mine.
I can tell he's never kissed anything before. I doubt he's even practice kissed his hand. He would have probably stabbed out my eye with his nose if I hadn't guided his lips to mine. It's like he didn't know that this is how lips fit together.
Eventually Craig kisses me back. When he does, I feel his hand grab my shirt and start to pull. All the heat from my face rushes South and I use my free hand to help myself crawl the length of the couch to be right next to Craig.
At this point he has to let me go to breath- that's cute- but as soon as his mouth is open I go back in on my attack- this time with tongue. I was right he tastes just as gross as I do but the taste of Craig's mouth is an erotic thought.
Unexpected boners become real but at this point it was very expected.
Craig's tongue rubs against mine so cluelessly. I push my mouth to his rougher and he makes a noise. It's just a little noise of surprise but- fuck I want to make him make so many noises.
But Craig is a virgin and very drunk right now, I think.
Regardless, I yank him on top of me.
This shocks him. He stares at me for a while. Probably because I'm hard and Craig's a virgin so he wouldn't know about having hard dicks against his ass- yet. His embarrassed blue eyes are alluring (and my favorite so far). I bring his face back to mine by his chin (because I'm feeling especially like a faggot tonight (blame the alcohol)) and his eyes flutter shut. What is this kid doing to my heart?
The way our spit mixes and the sounds our mouths make are enticing. And every fucking move Craig makes puts pressure against me. I inhale sharply. Craig stops, "Are you…?" he trails off.
I stare at him, confused. "About to come?" I ask. He nods and I snort, "No, asshole, you're just really fucking hot like this and you keep moving and it feels good."
"Oh," he blushes.
"Are you?" I ask with a smirk because I love seeing him like this, though I think it's only because he's drunk, not because he's in this situation and I'm genuinely curious. He is a virgin so he might not last long even with this little stimulation. Seeing Craig come, could make me come though. I'm like ninety percent sure.
Craig shakes his head. "Do you want to?" I ask seriously.
Craig stares at me more. "What do you mean?"
I'm guessing he means what am I gonna do. "I'm gonna make you come. Only if you want me to though. If not, kissing is still cool."
Craig looks conflicted. "What if I don't like it?"
"Then we'll stop and I'll go jack off in the bathroom."
"Uhm," he finally looks away. I won the ultimate staring contest. "I guess. How are you gonna… do it?"
"I'll just use my hand since you're so concerned and inexperienced," I tell him, brushing his chin with my thumb. He flicks me off.
I start to undo his jean buttons and fly. "Sit up for me just a little bit," I tell him. Craig sits up on his knees and I work his jeans down a little bit. It's enough for me to work but Craig promptly moves from my lap, yanks his pants down the rest of the way and kicks them off. He crawls back on me and I lick my lips.
"It's just easier," he says, looking down at me.
"Would anyone come in here?" I ask, inches from his face.
"No," he says softly on my lips.
When our lips meet again, my hand plunges into Craig's boxer briefs. They're just blue and black. I grip him and let my hand linger at first just so he can get adjusted, plus I wanna go slowly so that it's more enjoyable for him.
I draw circles on his tip with my thumb, gently massaging. Craig kind of twitches on me. He kisses me more firmly, swirling his tongue with mine. "Take your pants off too," he says after a long kiss.
I just nod, sliding out of my pants once he's sat up enough for me to do so and then he's back on me, now with less fabric between us. Nothing holding down my erection except him.
He kisses me again and I feel him start to bounce. "Craig," I say strained into the kiss but he doesn't stop. I stroke him slowly. What is happening right now? Am I hallucinating? Did I do shrooms with Kenny? Fuck. I'm probably humping a bush right now. I'll have poison ivy on my dick in the morning.
Craig's breathing gets heavy and he lets go of my face, sits back a little, and starts sucking on my neck, his hand pulling my dick out of my boxers and stroking me in sync with me stroking him.
I gasp, "Shit, Craig,"
Craig moans against my neck.
"Shit, Craig," I moan.
My hand moves faster and I can't focus on anything except him in my hand and his mouth moving on my neck. His teeth gently clamp down on my skin. It sends a shudder through my whole body.
Craig sharply sucks in air and his eyes flutter shut. He's so fucking beautiful. I moan at his face. As quickly as I can I pull his dick out of his boxers so his come won't get onto them. Craig comes onto my shirt instead. I didn't think this through. He sighs and his head rests on my shoulder, breathing heavily. His hand is still pumping my cock but Craig reaching his climax helps to put me at mine.
"I'm coming," I tell him and he pumps faster. My whole body tenses as I come and when it ends every muscle relaxes. I let out slow, deep breaths. "'m so fuckin' tired," I tell him.
Craig doesn't move. "Are you sleeping?" I ask, stroking his hair. Craig's hair is really soft.
"Mhm," he answers even though he says he is and that makes no sense.
"Will anyone come in here tomorrow?" I ask, raking through his hair.
"Prob-ly no," Craig mumbles into my shirt.
"And that's good enough for you?"
"Mhm," he says more aggressively.
"Okay, okay, final question. How do you turn off the lights in here?"
He sighs, "What the fuck do you think? Do you see a light switch?"
"Jesus Christ, calm the fuck down," I clap and the lights turn off. Two minutes later Craig's breathing slows and evens out and two minutes after that I drift into dreamland.
Finally right? I'm glad everyone is enjoying this story so much. I know I enjoy writing it. I really have no idea what I'm doing though if I'm being honest. It all just kind of falls in place. Anyway please review and favorite and junk. Night. Lol what time is it for you? It's eight here in the states wink*
