A/N: Thanks for the review *g* I believe it is amusing if you take it on a
lighter note. I'm not sure about this one though.
SUFFOCATION Chapter 3
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I arrived at his house breathlessly, knocked on the door with anger. I needed an answer immediately. Spencer's mom opened the door shortly.
"Oh Zack, come in. He's in his room," she said politely.
I headed directly toward my friend's room. He was sitting on his bed, a little worried.
"Zack! You're here!" he said as I entered the bedroom.
"I thought you had hung up" I admitted.
"I thought -you- had hung up, but then my phone stopped working" he informed me.
He eagerly walked toward me, leaving an inch between us. I examined every bit of his face with my eyes, for it was forbidden to touch it. I stopped to meet his piercing hazel eyes, which looked like they were filled with hunger. In a second, he surprised me with a fierce kiss, pressing his lips hard on mines. He squeezed his eyes shut, but I kept mine awkwardly open just to see how he felt. Tears appeared on the corner of his eyes, flowing rapidly on his cheeks.
He opened his mouth and I did so too, but it wasn't the same kissing him knowing that my tongue felt razor sharp for him. I started to taste blood. I couldn't see it, but I knew it was really there and it was his. It made me panic, I didn't want him to choke like he did yesterday. I pressed my palm on his chest and pushed him a few feet away. He let out a short high pitched cry. He wiped the invisible blood (through my eyes, anyway) out on his sleeve. Then, he softly rubbed his chest.
"Why are you hurting yourself like this?" I asked. He was silent for a minute, thinking about what to say or how to say it.
"It pains me much more to be away, Zack," he answered emotionless. I didn't know he was capable of saying such things, but I could understand him now. It pained me too to be away, even if it didn't hurt me to be together.
He stepped back in front of me. I slid my hands around his hips and pulled him closer. He trailed his swollen fingers over my cheek, neck, chest and down to my stomach. He moaned in pain, but it was barely audible. I couldn't take it anymore!
"Spence, stop!" I shouted, releasing him from my grip, "There must be another way."
"Cam?" he asked. And he was right. That was the only way we knew I could touch him without hurting him.
"That would be awkward, now wouldn't it?" I said, thinking about how this could be possible.
"Yeah."
"Oh! Wait for me at your locker after school tomorrow. I'll work this out." I said, precipitately.
"Ok." He didn't have time to think about his response since I was all ready to go.
"See you tomorrow!" I shouted as I closed the door of his house.
~*~
During supper time, it wasn't easy. My dad decided we should have a talk.
"Zack, is there anything you would like to tell me?" he asked, trying to get me to start on the subject.
"No," I said, and I wasn't lying. There's nothing I wanted to talk to him about right now.
"I know you're having trouble with your friends, Zack."
"What?" What was he talking about? Where did he get this?
"I've read your paper. I know you're having trouble choosing the right group of friends." He said, in his "I understand what you're going through" voice. He got me scared. I didn't know that was what he wanted to talk to me about. How is it that parents always misinterpret things? And how is it that I truly don't care?
"What? No! It's... you wouldn't understand. Please, don't get in my personal life." I said rudely.
"But Zack, I'm your dad."
"But not my friend. Please, stay out of this." I said, closing the discussion. We ate the rest of our dinner in silence. I hate to be in an argument with my dad, it's not like he does it on purpose.
~*~
School was interminably long today. I gave the same invitation I gave Spencer to Cam this morning. I was extremely anxious. I didn't know how this would turn out. I was waiting patiently at my locker, daydreaming. Spence arrived first, he interrupted my thoughts.
"I think Cam's going to be late." He said.
"Good, that'll give you time to hide." I informed him.
"What? No! Ow." He protested. I tried to shove him in a locker, but he was fighting back. It was no use.
"Alright! But don't interrupt me, don't say a word!" I announced.
"Okay!" he said, annoyed. Cam arrived just then. As I began to talk, I let them to the boys changing room.
"Cam, we... I mean, I have something very important to tell you. It's deadly serious."
"Um, okay," he said, sitting on a bench. I thought I had seen worry in his eyes. Cam was like our big brother, always standing up for us. He always knew how to take the best of every situation. He made us laugh, but when it was time to be serious, he sure was damn going to be serious. I sat close to him, to initiate to the intimacy of the conversation. I had been thinking about this all night. What to say, what he would answer and how to play along if anything didn't go like planned. But when you're facing the said discussion, words seems too far from reach. I took a deep breath and I had the time to relive a free fall plenty of times in my head.
"Uh, Cam... would you believe me if I said I like guys?" I said, taking all the time I could.
"Oh, god no!" He answered, laughing a little.
"Cam, please. I told you this was serious." I begged. At this, his smile suddenly faded.
"Wow, really? I'm sorry." He was in shock, but he sounded honest, I could tell.
"And, um... Well, I love..." Spence appeared behind me before I could finish my sentence. He knelt on the bench, placing his legs at each of my sides. He laced his arms around my neck, and brought his head really close to it .
"Spence! You weren't suppose to..." say a word, and he hadn't. I only interrupted myself. I took a glance in Cam's direction. He looked petrified, but words hadn't left his mind.
"Damn! That's not a way to introduce me to a controversial matter. You could've went slower!" he retorted.
"Cam, calm down. We just want your help." I told him, in the softest tone possible. "You know, how you are the only one that can see us."
"No! No way! I'm not watching you... do whatever you were going to do!" He cut me off. Of course, even I thought it was too much to ask, but I wasn't prepared for him to react this way. How foolish of me. I should of put myself in his position, just one second would be enough. I was stunned. Fortunately, Spence hadn't lost his mind, just yet.
He stood up and stepped over the bench. He reached Cam and sat casually on his lap, facing him. "Who said you only had to watch?" I heard him whisper, looking deeply in his eyes. Cam instinctively pressed his hand on his friend's chest as he saw him approach, too close for comfort. Spence pushed harder against the touch and reached Cam's lips with his own. The taller boy clutched the other's shirt and grasped it tightly. It was obviously bothering him. Still, Spence deepened the kiss, opening his mouth and letting his tongue slide and surprisingly Cam was mimicking his every move. His grip loosened up. Maybe, he was getting comfortable, but I know I wasn't.
"Spence! What are you doing? Split out for air already!" I cried. He reached his left arm out and grabbed my wrist to bring me close to them. They finally parted, leaving a trail of saliva connecting their lips. It disappeared once Spencer got far enough. He wiped his wet mouth with the back of his hand, in an ever so innocent way. Cam seemed awestruck, completely muted by the present events.
He headed toward me, and simply pushed me to lie on the bench. He lowered himself over me, as close as I can feel his soft expirations on my face. He was being such a tease, staying still over me. I pulled him even closer and reached for his mouth, feverishly tasting the inside of it. Taking it one step farther, he slipped a hand underneath my shirt, discovering my every curve. He stopped right above my jeans, just in time to undo them, as I removed my t-shirt. Cam wasn't that stunned now, his hand slowly and nervously stroked Spencer's right leg making him squeak in surprise.
He pressed his hand on my stomach to help him get up, and made me miss my breath for a moment. He quickly laid over Cam, just as he did to me previously only he was more enthusiastic this time. It could've lasted a second, but to me it was forever. When they finally parted, Spence dragged him over to me and kind of just left the picture. There, I stood, facing Cam and completely paralysed. I felt a small push and came so close to him. I made the first move, but he responded quickly. He had probably been waiting for my approval or something.
The kiss was hot and passionate, but when I broke it, we just felt completely awkward. I turn around and realised Spence was long since gone. I just picked my t-shirt, put it on quickly and left without notice.
SUFFOCATION Chapter 3
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I arrived at his house breathlessly, knocked on the door with anger. I needed an answer immediately. Spencer's mom opened the door shortly.
"Oh Zack, come in. He's in his room," she said politely.
I headed directly toward my friend's room. He was sitting on his bed, a little worried.
"Zack! You're here!" he said as I entered the bedroom.
"I thought you had hung up" I admitted.
"I thought -you- had hung up, but then my phone stopped working" he informed me.
He eagerly walked toward me, leaving an inch between us. I examined every bit of his face with my eyes, for it was forbidden to touch it. I stopped to meet his piercing hazel eyes, which looked like they were filled with hunger. In a second, he surprised me with a fierce kiss, pressing his lips hard on mines. He squeezed his eyes shut, but I kept mine awkwardly open just to see how he felt. Tears appeared on the corner of his eyes, flowing rapidly on his cheeks.
He opened his mouth and I did so too, but it wasn't the same kissing him knowing that my tongue felt razor sharp for him. I started to taste blood. I couldn't see it, but I knew it was really there and it was his. It made me panic, I didn't want him to choke like he did yesterday. I pressed my palm on his chest and pushed him a few feet away. He let out a short high pitched cry. He wiped the invisible blood (through my eyes, anyway) out on his sleeve. Then, he softly rubbed his chest.
"Why are you hurting yourself like this?" I asked. He was silent for a minute, thinking about what to say or how to say it.
"It pains me much more to be away, Zack," he answered emotionless. I didn't know he was capable of saying such things, but I could understand him now. It pained me too to be away, even if it didn't hurt me to be together.
He stepped back in front of me. I slid my hands around his hips and pulled him closer. He trailed his swollen fingers over my cheek, neck, chest and down to my stomach. He moaned in pain, but it was barely audible. I couldn't take it anymore!
"Spence, stop!" I shouted, releasing him from my grip, "There must be another way."
"Cam?" he asked. And he was right. That was the only way we knew I could touch him without hurting him.
"That would be awkward, now wouldn't it?" I said, thinking about how this could be possible.
"Yeah."
"Oh! Wait for me at your locker after school tomorrow. I'll work this out." I said, precipitately.
"Ok." He didn't have time to think about his response since I was all ready to go.
"See you tomorrow!" I shouted as I closed the door of his house.
~*~
During supper time, it wasn't easy. My dad decided we should have a talk.
"Zack, is there anything you would like to tell me?" he asked, trying to get me to start on the subject.
"No," I said, and I wasn't lying. There's nothing I wanted to talk to him about right now.
"I know you're having trouble with your friends, Zack."
"What?" What was he talking about? Where did he get this?
"I've read your paper. I know you're having trouble choosing the right group of friends." He said, in his "I understand what you're going through" voice. He got me scared. I didn't know that was what he wanted to talk to me about. How is it that parents always misinterpret things? And how is it that I truly don't care?
"What? No! It's... you wouldn't understand. Please, don't get in my personal life." I said rudely.
"But Zack, I'm your dad."
"But not my friend. Please, stay out of this." I said, closing the discussion. We ate the rest of our dinner in silence. I hate to be in an argument with my dad, it's not like he does it on purpose.
~*~
School was interminably long today. I gave the same invitation I gave Spencer to Cam this morning. I was extremely anxious. I didn't know how this would turn out. I was waiting patiently at my locker, daydreaming. Spence arrived first, he interrupted my thoughts.
"I think Cam's going to be late." He said.
"Good, that'll give you time to hide." I informed him.
"What? No! Ow." He protested. I tried to shove him in a locker, but he was fighting back. It was no use.
"Alright! But don't interrupt me, don't say a word!" I announced.
"Okay!" he said, annoyed. Cam arrived just then. As I began to talk, I let them to the boys changing room.
"Cam, we... I mean, I have something very important to tell you. It's deadly serious."
"Um, okay," he said, sitting on a bench. I thought I had seen worry in his eyes. Cam was like our big brother, always standing up for us. He always knew how to take the best of every situation. He made us laugh, but when it was time to be serious, he sure was damn going to be serious. I sat close to him, to initiate to the intimacy of the conversation. I had been thinking about this all night. What to say, what he would answer and how to play along if anything didn't go like planned. But when you're facing the said discussion, words seems too far from reach. I took a deep breath and I had the time to relive a free fall plenty of times in my head.
"Uh, Cam... would you believe me if I said I like guys?" I said, taking all the time I could.
"Oh, god no!" He answered, laughing a little.
"Cam, please. I told you this was serious." I begged. At this, his smile suddenly faded.
"Wow, really? I'm sorry." He was in shock, but he sounded honest, I could tell.
"And, um... Well, I love..." Spence appeared behind me before I could finish my sentence. He knelt on the bench, placing his legs at each of my sides. He laced his arms around my neck, and brought his head really close to it .
"Spence! You weren't suppose to..." say a word, and he hadn't. I only interrupted myself. I took a glance in Cam's direction. He looked petrified, but words hadn't left his mind.
"Damn! That's not a way to introduce me to a controversial matter. You could've went slower!" he retorted.
"Cam, calm down. We just want your help." I told him, in the softest tone possible. "You know, how you are the only one that can see us."
"No! No way! I'm not watching you... do whatever you were going to do!" He cut me off. Of course, even I thought it was too much to ask, but I wasn't prepared for him to react this way. How foolish of me. I should of put myself in his position, just one second would be enough. I was stunned. Fortunately, Spence hadn't lost his mind, just yet.
He stood up and stepped over the bench. He reached Cam and sat casually on his lap, facing him. "Who said you only had to watch?" I heard him whisper, looking deeply in his eyes. Cam instinctively pressed his hand on his friend's chest as he saw him approach, too close for comfort. Spence pushed harder against the touch and reached Cam's lips with his own. The taller boy clutched the other's shirt and grasped it tightly. It was obviously bothering him. Still, Spence deepened the kiss, opening his mouth and letting his tongue slide and surprisingly Cam was mimicking his every move. His grip loosened up. Maybe, he was getting comfortable, but I know I wasn't.
"Spence! What are you doing? Split out for air already!" I cried. He reached his left arm out and grabbed my wrist to bring me close to them. They finally parted, leaving a trail of saliva connecting their lips. It disappeared once Spencer got far enough. He wiped his wet mouth with the back of his hand, in an ever so innocent way. Cam seemed awestruck, completely muted by the present events.
He headed toward me, and simply pushed me to lie on the bench. He lowered himself over me, as close as I can feel his soft expirations on my face. He was being such a tease, staying still over me. I pulled him even closer and reached for his mouth, feverishly tasting the inside of it. Taking it one step farther, he slipped a hand underneath my shirt, discovering my every curve. He stopped right above my jeans, just in time to undo them, as I removed my t-shirt. Cam wasn't that stunned now, his hand slowly and nervously stroked Spencer's right leg making him squeak in surprise.
He pressed his hand on my stomach to help him get up, and made me miss my breath for a moment. He quickly laid over Cam, just as he did to me previously only he was more enthusiastic this time. It could've lasted a second, but to me it was forever. When they finally parted, Spence dragged him over to me and kind of just left the picture. There, I stood, facing Cam and completely paralysed. I felt a small push and came so close to him. I made the first move, but he responded quickly. He had probably been waiting for my approval or something.
The kiss was hot and passionate, but when I broke it, we just felt completely awkward. I turn around and realised Spence was long since gone. I just picked my t-shirt, put it on quickly and left without notice.