The clock was beginning to tick down to the final minutes, and as rubber-soled shoes squeaked frantically against the ground, and young men shouted to their teammates, the squeaking began to get more and more frantic.
"Over here!" Simon shouted loudly over the roars of the crowd, his hair falling into his eyes. St. Nick's was up five points with two minutes left on the clock, and he desperately wanted to make the margin wider. He waved an arm to Mike, who was closest, and got a nod in reply. Mike shot after the ball, and Simon lost his concentration for a moment, shivering as he watched his new teammate.. he almost got hit in the face by the basketball.
"Shoot!" Chris yelled. Simon blinked and shook away the trance-feeling that was lurking like dust in his mind. He jumped, shooting the ball from his hands, watching it hit the basket in typical last-minute-slow-motion-final-shot-sports-movie fashion. Everyone went still...then there was the tell-tale 'swish' and he was nearly tackled by his friends; his team. Simon laughed in disbelief and hugged Mike tightly.
"Way to go!" He yelled, still laughing.
"Let's get pissed!" Someone else shouted, and although some of the parents on the nearby benches gave them a disapproving look, many of them were thinking along the same lines. The people rushed out of the gym, and as the St. Nick boys celebrated their victory, no one noticed how red the new teammate's face had gotten when Simon hugged him...
"Are you sure it's alright? I was just in for one game.." Mike said nervously, wearing a pair of blue jeans and a dark blue. He looked up at the big house and then to Simon, who had driven him to the party.
"Of course it's alright. You helped win the one game." Simon grinned, wearing a long pair of khaki's and a dark green shirt, his hair slightly mussed from the wind on the ride over. He walked up the steps and knocked three times firmly on the door. Loud music and sounds of fun came from inside, and Mike looked nervous for a moment as he waited for the door to open. A half-crazed member of the St. Nick's team opened the door, giggling drunkenly.
"Heey, Si, where ya been, Cap'n?!"
"I had to pick him up." Simon motioned to the man behind him, and the drunken man inside nodded, still laughing about something that seemed hysterically funny to him but would be just a faint memory by morning. Simon raised an eyebrow as he saw two kegs roll by. "I take it there's alcohol?"
"There won't be if you don't get your ass in here! Come on, there's drunk ladies, man!" He waved them inside, and Mike followed close to Simon.
"Uh..I..I've never been to a party this big before." He said quietly.
"Don't worry, they're all good blokes." He clapped Mike on the shoulder and poured a cup of beer for himself. "Ale?"
"I'll be the designated driver.." He smiled a little. "Go ahead, though..you can have mine."
Simon laughed, poured another cup and headed off with it. "If you get bored, come find me."
Mike nodded, blushing slightly as his heartbeat picked up at the sight of the man. He sighed, shaking his head, pouring himself a cup of orange juice, leaning against the counter as people filed against him, occasionally yelling out "Great pass!" or "Good job!" or "Glad you could make it." He smiled and nodded in response to each one. He brushed his hair out of his face and looked up at the clock in surprise, realizing that he had been standing there, drinking his orange juice for almost a half hour. Sighing, wondering where the time went to, he headed to the bathroom..maybe it'd be quiet enough to hang out there.
Simon grinned as two of the cheerleaders latched themselves onto him, and shook them off. "Hey, come on.. I may be smashed out of my bloody mind, but I know where you two have been." He laughed, ignoring the shocked sounds from the two cheerleaders and the laughter from the others. He walked into the bathroom and blinked, seeing Mike sitting on the counter, flipping through one of the magazines that the people had generously left there. "Oh, hey.. you alright?"
Mike looked up, surprised. "Yeah, fine.." He raised an eyebrow as he saw Simon stumble over. "You're drunk."
"A little, yeah." He laughed and leaned back against the counter. "So, how come you're not out trying to get some? A lot of the St. Nick's girls really put out.."
"Not interested." He said softly, looking to Simon, who shrugged, closing his eyes. The other boy sighed and prayed for a moment before leaning over and kissing Simon on the lips fully. Simon opened his eyes wide and stared in shock, wanting to pull away; needing to pull away, but he found that it was impossible.. it must've been because he was drunk.. yet, he couldn't resist. He parted his lips slightly, tilting his head and running a hand through Mike's hair, closing his eyes again. Michael felt like he was going to faint, and as the two strong arms of the basketball player closed around his waist, he nearly did, his cheeks a bright crimson. He slowly pulled away, murmuring short apologizies. "I'm ..I'm really sorry..I...I just.. I.."
"I knew there was something different...about you.." Simon whispered, his lips parted still, letting small trembling breaths pass through the gap between the soft warm flesh. He opened his cloudy blue eyes to look at the other boy and before he knew what he was doing, he reached over and locked the bathroom door. Someone came by and knocked rapidly on it. "Occupied." Simon called.
"Oh.. Si.. Gettin' some action?"
"You could say that.." Simon smiled as he moved back towards the other person in the room, a low, seductive purr following a soft exhale of breath. Mike leaned against the wall, staring, unable to turn away as he watched Simon taking off his shirt, still walking towards him. "So.. am I right then?" He pressed his body up against Mike's, still purring."Do I interest you?" He smiled as he saw the other boy nod breathlessly. "Well then.."
"D..don't you have a girlfriend?" He nearly slapped himself for saying something so stupid.
Simon grinned. "You obviously didn't hear me say I wasn't interested in any of the girls at school..." He leaned over and kissed him once more, enjoying this through the haze of alcohol, giggling somewhat. Mike felt Simon's hips grinding at his through their pants and he gasped sharply, closing his eyes, letting the warmth of arousal spread through his body. Simon's lips enveloped his and he kissed back all too gladly, feeling two arms wrap around his shoulders, pulling him more into the kiss, the grinding becoming relentless, bringing him to a state of pure bliss, every touch, every sound bringing him closer and closer.
While the noise of the party pounded outside, none of the visitors noticed quiet, soft, breathless moans coming from the bathroom, and as the two inside reached a mutual climax and fell limply to the ground, curling in each other's arms, where they stayed until Mike woke up early in the morning, stroking Simon's dusty blonde hair. He sighed and stood up, yanking Simon to his feet. Simon groaned and mumbled something before falling back asleep and Mike rolled his eyes, dragging him out of the house and somehow managing to get him into the car, driving him home. As he carried Simon up the driveway, it suddenly occured to him that..
"Can I help you?" Simon's mother stared at them blankly.
"Uh.. he got kinda .."
"Ah. Smashed. Very well, go on up.. his room's on the second floor, third door. If you want, you can sleep there."
"Thank you." He nodded and felt Simon starting to wake up. "C'mon, I'm not carrying you everywhere.." Simon weakly climbed the stairs and then collapsed again, and as Mike got him in the bedroom and stripped him, he supressed a shiver, closing his eyes and helping the still-unconcious Simon into bed before curling up on a chair on the other side of the room. "G'night.." He whispered, closing his eyes, ignoring the rays of sunlight that were beginning to peek through the curtains.
"Over here!" Simon shouted loudly over the roars of the crowd, his hair falling into his eyes. St. Nick's was up five points with two minutes left on the clock, and he desperately wanted to make the margin wider. He waved an arm to Mike, who was closest, and got a nod in reply. Mike shot after the ball, and Simon lost his concentration for a moment, shivering as he watched his new teammate.. he almost got hit in the face by the basketball.
"Shoot!" Chris yelled. Simon blinked and shook away the trance-feeling that was lurking like dust in his mind. He jumped, shooting the ball from his hands, watching it hit the basket in typical last-minute-slow-motion-final-shot-sports-movie fashion. Everyone went still...then there was the tell-tale 'swish' and he was nearly tackled by his friends; his team. Simon laughed in disbelief and hugged Mike tightly.
"Way to go!" He yelled, still laughing.
"Let's get pissed!" Someone else shouted, and although some of the parents on the nearby benches gave them a disapproving look, many of them were thinking along the same lines. The people rushed out of the gym, and as the St. Nick boys celebrated their victory, no one noticed how red the new teammate's face had gotten when Simon hugged him...
"Are you sure it's alright? I was just in for one game.." Mike said nervously, wearing a pair of blue jeans and a dark blue. He looked up at the big house and then to Simon, who had driven him to the party.
"Of course it's alright. You helped win the one game." Simon grinned, wearing a long pair of khaki's and a dark green shirt, his hair slightly mussed from the wind on the ride over. He walked up the steps and knocked three times firmly on the door. Loud music and sounds of fun came from inside, and Mike looked nervous for a moment as he waited for the door to open. A half-crazed member of the St. Nick's team opened the door, giggling drunkenly.
"Heey, Si, where ya been, Cap'n?!"
"I had to pick him up." Simon motioned to the man behind him, and the drunken man inside nodded, still laughing about something that seemed hysterically funny to him but would be just a faint memory by morning. Simon raised an eyebrow as he saw two kegs roll by. "I take it there's alcohol?"
"There won't be if you don't get your ass in here! Come on, there's drunk ladies, man!" He waved them inside, and Mike followed close to Simon.
"Uh..I..I've never been to a party this big before." He said quietly.
"Don't worry, they're all good blokes." He clapped Mike on the shoulder and poured a cup of beer for himself. "Ale?"
"I'll be the designated driver.." He smiled a little. "Go ahead, though..you can have mine."
Simon laughed, poured another cup and headed off with it. "If you get bored, come find me."
Mike nodded, blushing slightly as his heartbeat picked up at the sight of the man. He sighed, shaking his head, pouring himself a cup of orange juice, leaning against the counter as people filed against him, occasionally yelling out "Great pass!" or "Good job!" or "Glad you could make it." He smiled and nodded in response to each one. He brushed his hair out of his face and looked up at the clock in surprise, realizing that he had been standing there, drinking his orange juice for almost a half hour. Sighing, wondering where the time went to, he headed to the bathroom..maybe it'd be quiet enough to hang out there.
Simon grinned as two of the cheerleaders latched themselves onto him, and shook them off. "Hey, come on.. I may be smashed out of my bloody mind, but I know where you two have been." He laughed, ignoring the shocked sounds from the two cheerleaders and the laughter from the others. He walked into the bathroom and blinked, seeing Mike sitting on the counter, flipping through one of the magazines that the people had generously left there. "Oh, hey.. you alright?"
Mike looked up, surprised. "Yeah, fine.." He raised an eyebrow as he saw Simon stumble over. "You're drunk."
"A little, yeah." He laughed and leaned back against the counter. "So, how come you're not out trying to get some? A lot of the St. Nick's girls really put out.."
"Not interested." He said softly, looking to Simon, who shrugged, closing his eyes. The other boy sighed and prayed for a moment before leaning over and kissing Simon on the lips fully. Simon opened his eyes wide and stared in shock, wanting to pull away; needing to pull away, but he found that it was impossible.. it must've been because he was drunk.. yet, he couldn't resist. He parted his lips slightly, tilting his head and running a hand through Mike's hair, closing his eyes again. Michael felt like he was going to faint, and as the two strong arms of the basketball player closed around his waist, he nearly did, his cheeks a bright crimson. He slowly pulled away, murmuring short apologizies. "I'm ..I'm really sorry..I...I just.. I.."
"I knew there was something different...about you.." Simon whispered, his lips parted still, letting small trembling breaths pass through the gap between the soft warm flesh. He opened his cloudy blue eyes to look at the other boy and before he knew what he was doing, he reached over and locked the bathroom door. Someone came by and knocked rapidly on it. "Occupied." Simon called.
"Oh.. Si.. Gettin' some action?"
"You could say that.." Simon smiled as he moved back towards the other person in the room, a low, seductive purr following a soft exhale of breath. Mike leaned against the wall, staring, unable to turn away as he watched Simon taking off his shirt, still walking towards him. "So.. am I right then?" He pressed his body up against Mike's, still purring."Do I interest you?" He smiled as he saw the other boy nod breathlessly. "Well then.."
"D..don't you have a girlfriend?" He nearly slapped himself for saying something so stupid.
Simon grinned. "You obviously didn't hear me say I wasn't interested in any of the girls at school..." He leaned over and kissed him once more, enjoying this through the haze of alcohol, giggling somewhat. Mike felt Simon's hips grinding at his through their pants and he gasped sharply, closing his eyes, letting the warmth of arousal spread through his body. Simon's lips enveloped his and he kissed back all too gladly, feeling two arms wrap around his shoulders, pulling him more into the kiss, the grinding becoming relentless, bringing him to a state of pure bliss, every touch, every sound bringing him closer and closer.
While the noise of the party pounded outside, none of the visitors noticed quiet, soft, breathless moans coming from the bathroom, and as the two inside reached a mutual climax and fell limply to the ground, curling in each other's arms, where they stayed until Mike woke up early in the morning, stroking Simon's dusty blonde hair. He sighed and stood up, yanking Simon to his feet. Simon groaned and mumbled something before falling back asleep and Mike rolled his eyes, dragging him out of the house and somehow managing to get him into the car, driving him home. As he carried Simon up the driveway, it suddenly occured to him that..
"Can I help you?" Simon's mother stared at them blankly.
"Uh.. he got kinda .."
"Ah. Smashed. Very well, go on up.. his room's on the second floor, third door. If you want, you can sleep there."
"Thank you." He nodded and felt Simon starting to wake up. "C'mon, I'm not carrying you everywhere.." Simon weakly climbed the stairs and then collapsed again, and as Mike got him in the bedroom and stripped him, he supressed a shiver, closing his eyes and helping the still-unconcious Simon into bed before curling up on a chair on the other side of the room. "G'night.." He whispered, closing his eyes, ignoring the rays of sunlight that were beginning to peek through the curtains.
