Chapter 38
We didn't spend much longer in the pool, Ryan and I didn't at least. We found Kelsi banging on the Evans's back door, while Jason stared at her through the glass pretending he couldn't hear her. I pounded on the locked door to get his attention, Jason looked from the soaked from of Kelsi, to me, and then back to Kelsi. He shook his head.
"Come on Jason. You're keeping me from having sex." I called through the glass.
"Find a bush." He called back.
"You're going to have to face her sooner or later." Ryan said.
Jason sighed, unlocked the door, and then bolted into the house. Ryan and I waited for Kelsi to rush in and after her boyfriend before going inside. He looked down at the wet rug as we walked in and frowned. "She's going to ruin the carpet."
I laughed and took his hand, leading him towards the stairs. "You can afford to get new." I said as we went.
He sighed but let me lead him to his room. I pushed him in in front of me and closed the door behind us. I locked it, then turned around and leaned up against it, letting my eyes drift over the pale form of my boyfriend, standing in front of his bed in nothing but swim trunks, his hair and a few spots he'd missed with the towel still glistening with pool water. My eyes moved from his well defined legs over his trunks, and up his tight stomach and muscular chest to his pale and beautiful face.
"See something you like?" He asked, running his hands down his body, and letting his thumb catch in his waistband.
I shook my head, without breaking eye contact with him. "No, I see someone I love."
A blush crept into his cheeks, and he shoved downward with his hand, shoving his trunks passed his hips they fell to the floor. I unbuttoned my damp shorts, and let them fall to my feet. I kicked them off and they landed near Ryan's swim trunks. I walked up to him, and placed my hands on his chest. The fingers on my right hand drifted down to his nipple and began teasing it, while my left hand glided along his smooth body and around his side to caress his back. I let my other hand join the other behind his back and pulled him into a gentle kiss. His lips were soft as always, and I began nibbling on his upper lip. He nibbled on my lower lip. I moved my lips from his down across his jaw and down to his neck. He leaned back to grant me access and a quiet moan shook his body. I nibbled my way from his neck up to his ear lobe, and spent some time sucking on it before returning at last to his flawless lips.
His tongue brushed against my lips, and I opened, allowing it to dart into my mouth. I grazed his tongue with the tip of my own, and let him turn me, pressing me back towards his bed. I felt his bed with the back of my legs, and stood my ground for a moment, pressing my tongue into his mouth, brushing along his smooth teeth. Then I let myself fall backwards onto the soft mattress, pulling him down on top of me.
He pulled back from my lips, and kissed his way down my body to my nipples. He sucked on one, letting the tip of his tongue flick it just a little as he did. I ran a hand down his back, caressing small circles while running the fingers of my other hand through his short, soft hair.
I awoke the next afternoon still cuddling against Ryan's back, the scent of his hair, which mostly smelled like the chlorine from the pool still, filling my nose. I raised my head just enough to look passed him to his clock radio. It was almost three in the afternoon, and no one had come to wake us up. Being the birthday boy did have some advantages. I snuggled closer to Ryan, and considered going back to sleep, but I had work tomorrow, and if I didn't get up soon I'd be up all night and one of the kids would find someway to take my head off with a golf club.
Having decided that I couldn't go back to sleep, I found myself wondering whether or not to wake Ryan up. He looked so cute lying there in my arms, one of which I realized was pinned beneath him and asleep. That was going to hurt. I decided to go ahead and wake the angel pinning my arm to the bed. I placed a kiss on the back of his neck, and moved my good arm from his waist up to his chest, caressing him as I went. He mumbled something I couldn't make out and batted at my hand. I started nibbling the back of his neck, and moved my hand until I found a nipple to tease.
He moaned, and his eyes blinked open. "You're insatiable." He said, still waking up, and turned his head to the side to try and face me.
I pulled my arm out from under him, and suppressed a grunt by burying my face in his back as the pins and needles of returning sensation rushed into it. Once I could trust myself to speak I looked up into his eyes. "Can you blame me?"
Ryan smiled. "Well, I guess not. You have good taste at least."
"So do you." I said with, bending forward to nibble on the back of his neck again.
"You know they say puns are the lowest…" Ryan attempted to say, but a moan of pleasure interrupted whatever he'd been about to say.
I pulled back. "Sorry, you were saying?"
Ryan sighed and rolled onto his back to get a better look at me. "Nothing."
It was almost five by the time we made our way downstairs after a long and pleasant shower. Joey and Jesse were watching something in the living room, no one else was around.
"Just you two?" I asked as we passed through on our way to the kitchen.
Joey nodded. "Yeah, Sharpay and Gabi went shopping. Kelsi and Jason went home last night, I think she was planning to disembowel him when they got there."
I couldn't tell if he was kidding or not. I decided I didn't want to know.
Ryan went into the kitchen ahead of me, and I heard the refrigerator door opening. I followed him in and embraced him from behind, peering into the empty cold space in front of him. "Not much to pick from." I said stealing a quick feel of his ass.
"The help has the month off, there's no one to go shopping." He said with a sigh, pulling out a loaf of bread and pressing it. "Hard as a rock."
"You're hopeless." I said, pressing a kiss to the back of his ear before breaking away to check the pantry. There wasn't any more food there then in the fridge. "Coffee shop?" I asked.
He closed the refrigerator and nodded. We walked back into the living room and Ryan headed up stairs to grab his wallet and keys, I'd brought mine down with me.
"We're going to the coffee shop, you guys want to come?" I asked the two boys on the sofa. Jesse stood up and pulled his boyfriend up after him before Joey even had a chance to say a word.
Ryan came back downstairs, and the four of us left the house together, leaving the house empty. Ryan was careful to lock the door and arm the alarm system as we left. Ryan and Joey drove, I offered to, but Ryan was afraid that Joey and I would feel compelled to race. Even though the Evans had given Ryan's older Mustang to Jesse, he never volunteered to drive anywhere, the car was still yellow, and he didn't like to drive it unless it was absolutely necessary. Ryan had promised to get it repainted, but hadn't had the time yet, which was at least a little my fault. Okay, more than a little, I'm a bad influence on him.
The coffee house was more crowded then I'd ever seen it before. I guessed that word of the joys of the hookah had spread around town. We were lucky that a group of college students was leaving just as we arrived. Ryan and Joey sprang onto the couches they'd been using, marking them as our territory, leaving Jesse and I to place the orders.
"What do you want?" I asked Ryan.
"Coffee." He said, stretching out on the overstuffed sofa and looking like he was about to fall back asleep.
"And what else?" I asked. "This is our breakfast, remember? You need to start the day out with a good meal."
Ryan rolled his eyes. "Fine, mother, get me a bagel and some cream cheese."
"Anything for you, ducky." I said and turned to take a place in line. I didn't see it, but I can swear I felt his glare attempting to burn a hole through my back. Jesse got his boyfriend's order and got in line right behind me, blocking Ryan's attempt at developing death rays.
"Is he still glaring?" I asked without daring to turn around.
I heard Jesse shift. "Oh yeah."
I reached the front of the line, and ordered two coffees, Ryan's bagel, a pair of giant muffins for myself, and then another muffin for Ryan, he'd end up scavenging food from me either way, so that just made sure there would be enough to go around. "What flavor should I get?" I turned to ask Jesse.
"I dunno. I'm getting mint I know."
I turned around and ordered a straight orange hookah. I noticed a sign behind the counter advertising a free hookah on your birthday, and pulled out my ID. I had to fish in my wallet for a while to find my real one; the fake one had seen so much use.
The man behind the counter examined it for a long time, comparing the old picture of me at 16 to my current features. I didn't think I looked that different, but I guess he did. "You're sure this is you?" He asked. I noticed that he held out the s in is a little longer than I was comfortable with.
"Yeah. I'm nineteen today." He looked doubtful, but handed the ID back and deducted the price of the hookah from the bill. I handed over a twenty and returned to the couch where Ryan was still looking sullen. I shoved his feet off part of the sofa and sat down. He placed his feet in my lap, almost hitting me in the crotch, and gave me an evil looking smile. I rolled my eyes and leaned back, running my hands over his legs. I allowed one of them to stray a little too far north.
"If you keep that up I might have to forgive you." He said.
"Oh no, whatever will I do?" I said in my worst feigned melodramatic voice.
Jesse rejoined us, taking a seat next to Joey on the couch across from Ryan and I. "That guy seriously creeps me out."
I nodded. "I know."
"But the hookahs are good." Joey said.
"We should come closer to the full moon and sniff him out." Ryan said.
"I think that might be a little paranoid, Ry." I said, tickling the back of his knee. He kicked a little and glared at me again before pulling his legs out of my lap and sitting up.
"If I hadn't lost count of the number of things I'd killed, I'd agree with you." Ryan said, a dark look entering his eyes.
I wrapped an arm around him and pulled him close, placing a kiss on his forehead. "I know." I whispered.
A pair of waitresses came with our order, one holding the two hookahs and the other the food and drinks. I handed Ryan the bagel and the muffin I'd ordered him.
"You're just trying to protect your food." He said.
"Damn straight I am." I said.
"Please. The only thing straight about you is your jump shot." Joey said with a laugh.
I shot him a glare, but had to admit it was true. Well almost. "What about my lack of fashion sense?" I asked.
Ryan groaned. "That too."
I took a sip of my coffee while the waitress was still putting coals on our hookah, followed by a big bite of my first muffin. The waitress handed the hose to me, and then turned her attention to starting Joey and Jesse's hookah. I tried to hand the hose to Ryan, but he waved it off, taking a large bite of the muffin I'd gotten for him. I finished chewing my own mouthful, and brought the hose to my lips.