Warning: this chapter has a light sex scene. (;

After an awkward fifteen minutes, we finally pull into Whittney's driveway. Austin doesn't say a word when he leaves, obviously still beyond pissed.

I walk into Whittney's house with light feet. Mike is in the lounging chair when we pass the family room. There's a gory action movie playing on the TV, but he's asleep, a can of splattered beer at his feet. Whittney doesn't seem too concerned about waking him when he trudges through to the kitchen, grabbing a couple beers from the fridge. He hands me one and I hastily follow after him when he heads in the direction of his room.

Since he's walking through the house as if he owns the place, it's safe to say that Jeremy isn't here. Normally, I wouldn't take the risk, but my mom can't know that I went to a party. Alcohol is still heavy on my breath, even though I only had a couple sips of what Bradley made for me. Plus, coming home after midnight raises too many questions from my mom, and I hate lying to her.

Whittney turns his stereo on low before downing half his beer. It's an old model, worn down from many years of use, but the sound is still great.

A new skateboard is hanging on his wall. There are four different broken boards decorating the room. Only one is still intact, leaning against the wall. It's the one that Jeremy got him for his birthday, the only board he doesn't do tricks with. Even after everything that his older brother has done, Whittney still cares for him.

"You coming in or not?" His question makes me realize I am still standing in the doorway.

Swallowing my nerves, I enter. Confusion settles in my mind. Why am I so nervous right now? I clear my throat when Whittney takes a seat on his bed and slides off his shoes using his feet.

"What was that really about with Bradley?" There it is, the question I've been wondering all night now out in the open.

His eyes find mine and they're drilling into me. "It was just like I said. I was having a good time with Steph and then your boy toy went psycho on me."

"Cut the shit." I fold my arms over my chest. "What did you mean earlier? With Bradley touching your things, I mean."

The bottle freezes before reaching his lips.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he slurs.

Aggravated, I swipe the beer from his hand and slam it on his dresser. "You know damn well what I'm talking about. First, you tell me to stay away from you, only to try and get my attention with some skank, and when that didn't work, you went after Bradley's sister." I barely register him stand up while I rant. "On top of that, you had the nerve to talk about me like I'm a piece of property or some shit? I wanna know what's going on with you and I want to know n-"

My words are cut off when hot lips press against mine. At first, my eyes remain open, but start to close when all my nerve endings stand at end and the shock dies down. Shivers run up and down my spine on a loop until he finally pulls away.

I'm at a loss when his eyes search mine, as if looking for answers. Even though we are both fully clothed, I've never seen Whittney so naked. It was like every wall surrounding him has been stripped bare and torn down on his own accord. I hear nothing but my rapid heartbeat and think of nothing but this lost boy in front of me.

Without wasting another second, I pull him into me. Whittney's body crashes against mine, my back collides with the wall and I barely notice the ache that comes from it when I feel his tongue in my mouth. There's no fight for dominance, because he demands it almost instantly and a part of me is happy to give it to him. My arms wrap around his shoulders, pulling him closer when I feel there's still too much distance between us. Whittney starts playing with my shirt, tugging and pulling at the bottom. Goosebumps spread all over my skin. I feel them everywhere, especially on my bare chest when my shirt finds a spot on the floor.

All of a sudden, I'm out of breath. The room is spinning and I escape Whittney's hold for a moment by ducking under his arm. There's a frustrated sigh that leaves his lips, but he doesn't sound angry.

"I-" I stop myself to let in a huge lungful of air. "I can't do this with you. Not unless you tell me what this is."

When I take a seat on the bed, Whittney follows me right away. He stands between my parted legs, closing more distance between us with every second.

"H-how much have you had to drink?" I ask, finally registering the heavy scent of mixed alcohol on his breath.

I scoot back on the bed and Whittney follows. When my back finds the headboard, I know I'm trapped. He's so close now that his hot breaths fan my ear when he talks.

"Enough to know how much I want you." He sounds so sure of himself and the boner almost jumping out of his jeans is only confirmation.

A heavy gulp drops in my throat and my mouth dries when he rips his shirt off over his head. My jaw drops when I see his toned chest in the dim light. I've seen him shirtless before, but now I'm seeing it in a whole other light. A smirk sneaks on his lips when he catches me staring. My cheeks heat up like there's a lit match between my ears.

Nothing in the world could have prepared me for what is happening. Only ten hours ago, Whittney was calling me a faggot, but ever since the party, he's been acting like it didn't even happen. In fact, he's been acting different ever since he found out about that I was gay.

My palms press against his chest in an attempt to push him away when I finally come to my senses. "We can't do this."

"Why not?" Whittney's voice is pouty with confusion.

I sigh. "It's. . . confusing."

"Come on, Hare. We are just having fun." He leans down, biting hard into my neck, making me moan. "That's all this is."

"But, I want more." I gasp when his groin grinds against mine, my words losing weight in the heat of the room.

All my good judgment seems to vanish when the pulsing of my lower region takes control of my urges. I grind my teeth when Whittney starts leaving small bites on my shoulder, then down my chest. From that moment on, everything is just instinct and I didn't notice Whittney tugging at my jeans until they were already halfway down my legs. Everything is moving so fast it takes me moments after to realize what's happening.

I'm turned on my stomach when Whittney reaches for something in his nightside drawer. My eyes almost bulge out of my skull when he pulls out a tube of lotion and a string of condoms. After tearing one from the collection, he rips it open and pulls out the rubber.

Sweat collects on my forehead while my heart beats at a rhythm of excitement and terror. I grab handfuls of whatever blanket I can tighten my hands around when he pulls my boxers down.

Whittney's chuckle rings in my ears. "Hare, you need to loosen up a bit, or it'll hurt more."

I take a deep breath in an attempt to release some of my built up tension. Is this really the way I want to experience my first time? Do I really want my first time to be with him? Ever since I've found out I'm gay, I've wanted my first time with a guy to be special, not just for 'having fun', as he so bluntly put it.

There's a sharp sting that distracts me from my thoughts. A hiss leaves me through clenched teeth, but he distracts me from it a little when he sucks on a sensitive part of my neck. My breath is caught in my throat when the combination of sensations come together in an amazing way.

He pulls his finger from my behind and lets out a small laugh. "Have you seriously not done this before?"

My eyes widen. How does he know?

Has he?

I dig my face into a pillow in a lame attempt to hide, but I'm immediately flipped over onto my back. Whittney's eyes scan over mine for a moment, but his lips force mine open with need before I can get a good look of what he's feeling. Our tongues dance, his taking the lead. When he pulls away, he licks my upper lip. I'm practically panting when I feel the skin of his leg rubbing against my erection. Our lips stay intact while he continues, his hands trailing down my sides, leaving a trail of fire behind. I'm stuck between wanting to shove him away so I can bolt out the front door and never wanting him to stop.

They continue down until stopping at my legs, using them to pull me closer to him so that our crotches are aligned. It's too dark to see his dick, but I see a silhouette and it's enough to send a small pang of panic through me. I've read a lot of gay first-time stories online and one even said it was like a kick to the balls, but in your ass.

A high pain tolerance is something I've never had.

I stop breathing when Whittney's tip presses against the opening of my rear. Before doing anything else, he pauses in that very position.

"Harry." My name comes out in a breathy groan. It's a husky tone that he's never used while talking to me before and it's incredibly sexy. "This is okay, right?"

The answer leaves my lips before I can even think it over.

"Yes."

A boyish grin spreads on his face and that's when a splitting pressure courses through me. Just when I think I can't take it anymore, he kisses me and I immediately relax. The pain fades just enough to welcome a new sensation that engulfs my body with pleasure.

Whittney grabs my hands in his, intertwining our fingers together after pressing my wrists down on the mattress. My grip tightens when a mind-blowing burst of energy courses through me and I moan. Usually, I'd be embarrassed but this feels too good to care. It still hurts, but the pain is outweighed by the high that courses through me when he teases my prostate and stimulates all my senses. My fingers dig into his shoulder blades when I lean my head back in elation. His forehead rests on my shoulder as he pumps into me.

The full feeling in my behind slips away for a second before he flips me onto my stomach and enters me again. This position isn't as intimate as when I was on my back. There we were on more equal ground, but now I'm fully under his control. It's both degrading and empowering. He grabs a fistful of my hair, tugging harder the deeper he goes. How can something so painful feel so good at the same time? The polar opposites work together to create a whole new experience.

Even though this isn't what I thought my first time would be like, I'm now glad it's Whittney who's my first. We've been friends for so long, but I've never felt more connected to him than in this moment.

I know him well enough that he'd never admit how he feels, but he doesn't have to, because tonight, he showed me.

Now I have to make a choice. Everyone in their right mind would choose Bradley Stuart. He's sweet, unproblematic, and a full-blown heartthrob. But then there's Whittney Rhodes, my best friend who has always had my back and even through his flaws, showed me that someone like him can still have a big heart. He may be arrogant and hot-headed, but he's shown me parts of himself that he hides from everyone else, letting me see behind his tough exterior.

Later that night, when Whittney holds me in his arms, fast asleep, I am wide awake. Multiple scenarios rush through my mind, but no matter what, all of them lead to me getting heartbroken.

I'm distracted from my thoughts when Whittney snuggles closer to me. He kisses my shoulder and I can't help but smile when I finally close my eyes. 

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