Marcus

            Jesus.

It’s been a week since I told the whole school that Collin and I are dating, and despite the fact that I totally saved his ass from complete humiliation he seems to continue to stab me with his sharp words. As if I’m some sort of scum that he is only dealing with.

Yes, I know that attacking him like I did in the locker room was wrong. How could I not know that, but he made me so damn angry when he said those things about Caleb. The fact that he refused to apologize made me doubt if there was any bit of humanity left inside him at all and I was scared that I was truly losing him.

Then he cried.

After I had touched him and harassed him until he released inside my hand, he shot away from me and tried to attempt his escape. Of course me being the caring friend I am, and being unable to leave him in a moment of distress stopped him.

I saw his scar.

That scar had never been there before; when I saw him during our first lacrosse season he constantly took off his clothes on the field. I would try so desperately not to stare, but he was so beautiful, that small tight little body that looked like it would fit perfectly in my muscled arms. His skin so smooth, and pale, it looked extremely soft and I had to physically restrain myself from running my hands across his body in admiration.

That perfect little body is now riddled with that long horrifying mark.  The pink slightly puckered skin stretches from his hip down into the confines of his pants, where god only knows how far it reaches.

Did he do that?

What could possibly happen to Collin that he would harm himself so greatly like that, cut into his own beautiful flesh deep enough to leave that kind of scar?

Then again….what if he didn’t do it, what if someone else hurt him like that?

The thought has me boiling inside and I angrily throw an empty glass that’s sitting beside my bed across the room. The colored glass smashes against the red wall and shatters into a million pieces onto my floor. I’ll have to clean that up later.

Who would dare to touch him like that? Who would dare harm him in such a way? Did he bleed a lot? did that person even feel sorrow for what they did? Did they even apologize? Stupid questions continue to throw themselves around in the confines of my head, bouncing against my skull, causing a splitting pain to shoot through me. Groaning I roll around onto my stomach shoving my eyes into the blackness of my pillow, blocking out the impending daylight coming through the blinds of my window.

What about the pictures?

The photos of Collin and I in the boys locker room after lacrosse practice, my hands in his pants doing whatever the mind imagines to his body. My face was hidden in his bare shoulder, but his face was completely visible, his gorgeous features contorted into a look of complete and utter pleasure, as his hands dug into my arms painfully. The little crescent shaped marks are still etched into my flesh from where his nails entered the skin, drawing blood.

Who could have taken those photos? We had been completely alone in that room I was sure of it, Jason was the last to leave before us. With interest I hoist my body up from my bed letting the material fall from my naked torso, padding barefoot over to my desk where I pull out a copy of the photo from my drawer.  I adamantly skim over the picture studying the angle and the way it was photographed.

The angle it’s taken from has to be from the door into the hallway. The door that only a few moments later Collin would be bursting out of, in a hurry to get as far away as he possibly could from me. That means he must have seen them, without knowing it he must have run right past them! Grabbing my phone from my desk I quickly dial Collins number.

It rings for a few moments before a tired Collin picks up.

Hello?

He mumbles lazily into the phone, the sound of his waking voice sends shivers of pleasure up my spine and a vision of him half naked buried beneath his blankets comes to mind. God damn it why do I have to be such a hormone driven teenager? Shaking my head I pull myself back on track reminding myself of the matter at hand.

“Hey can you come over here right now?” I ask seriously.

You want ME to come over to YOUR house?

“Seriously Collin, what’s the big deal, we ARE dating after all, now get your ass over here!” the irritated tone in my voice seems to spark him into motion, I can hear him rustling in his blankets.

Fine god, calm the fuck down, what kind of boyfriend talks to his lover like that?

Snorting I shake my head, once again reminding him to hurry before hanging up. For a moment I debate whether or not I should take a shower, but deciding that there really is no harm, and that Collin’s probably going to take his sweet ass time getting over here I decide to go for it. Stripping out of my plaid pajama pants and boxer briefs I throw them into my hamper then I open the door to my bathroom and step into my shower. The water is warm against my skin, sending waves of pleasure through me as my tight muscles release their tension.

I stay like that for a while just basking beneath the sprinkles of hot water, gradually turning the knob hotter and hotter until I hiss at the heat clenching my teeth until my  body adjusts and I again shiver at the feeling. Seriously I could stay in here for days, but alas the hot water won’t last for days and soon I’ll be standing under a stream of icicles. With a disappointed sigh I shut off the shower picking up my towel, rubbing it in my hair to dry the wet droplets as I step out into my bedroom.

“Holy shit!” I scream when I see Collin sitting on my bed calmly, when he sees my naked body he turns bright red and quickly turns his head away from me in attempt to avoid any further exposure. I stumble with my towel in attempt to wrap it around myself clumsily dropping it a few times in nervousness. “How the hell did you get in here?” I inquire tying a knot in the towel so it will stay up around my hips.

Collin decides it’s safe to look up, when he does I can still detect a faint flush in his cheeks, “Your mom let me in duh!” He scolds angrily before his eyes drag over my body from my feet up, stopping where my towel is tied around my hips. His eyes scan the V of my hips then land on the trail of hair below my belly button, before he nervously coughs and glares up at me. “So what was the big hurry about me coming over huh, you woke me from my beauty sleep.”

“Oh Princess Collin, I’m so sorry” I mock teasingly walking over to my dresser where I pull out a pair of boxer briefs. “Close your eyes if you don’t want a peek of my ass.” I warn before dropping my towel to the floor. I can feel Collin’s eyes locked on my ass before I pull my briefs up over my body, smiling to myself, then I tug on a white tank top. Turning around I walk over to my closet pulling out a flannel black and white button up and my favorite dark denim jeans.

“Who the hell hangs up their jeans?” I hear Collin smirk from my bed. Raising an eyebrow I turn to stare at him, before holding up my pants, “These are my favorite pair.” And with that simple response I pull them over my legs buttoning them at my waist before sliding on my flannel shirt, doing up the buttons in haste.

When I’m done I stand in front of Collin, in all my glory before heading to my bathroom to put on some deodorant and brush my teeth. “You look good.” I hear a voice say as I rinse my mouth out and look up into the mirror to see Collin leaning against the doorframe staring at me.

“Thanks, so do you” I compliment, running my eyes over the gray and black striped v neck long sleeved shirt that hugs his slim lithe frame tightly. My eyes travel down to his black skinny jeans that accentuate his taut perfect ass. Licking my lips I turn my face away from him suddenly noticing the dryness of my throat. “Let’s go to Starbucks or something.” I mumble turning away from him, heading out of my room and down the stairs. He follows me out quietly watching me curiously.

“Where are you boys going?” Mom asks as we come down the stairs, quickly I grab Collin’s hand in mine lacing our fingers together. Collin clenches his jaw in irritation at the sudden show of affection, but he just slips quickly into his boyfriend act running his free hand over my arm confidently.

“Marcus is taking me on a date!” he cheers with a smile, while squeezing my hand in a deadly grip.

Smiling I nod, “If I live that long.” At this Collin just glares, and I laugh turning to my mom, “We’re going to go out and get a coffee, maybe something to eat, do you want anything?”

Mom shakes her head happily, “No Joy and Laney should be here in a few moments, we’re going on a girls date.”

“Ah yes of course.” I remember the two chatty women that came over a couple of weeks ago. Joy was tall and skinny with blonde hair cut in a short bob around her face, her personality was way too young for a woman of her age, all she could talk about when she came over was her handsome gardener who always did the yard work shirtless. Laney was short and round her red hair cut in a fashionable lair style, she acted more like a weird flower child from the 80’s, but her way of speech was always calm and airy. “Well, have fun with them.” I offer pulling Collin towards the door behind me wanting to escape before they could come and meet my new boyfriend.

I open the front door and groan silently inside my head as I see Joy and Laney standing in the doorway their fists raised to knock. “Oh goodness Marcus, you must have psychic tendencies!” Laney squeals happily bustling into the room with Joy following behind her.

“Uh, nope I was actually just on my way out.” I correct with a nod giving a quick wave before attempting to hurry through the door.

“Oh wait, you’re just in time to meet Marcus’s new boyfriend!” My mom gasps excitedly, hurrying over and grabbing Collins hand pulling him away from me. “Ah!” I cry at the absence of his hand in mine before turning to follow my boyfriend and my mother.

“Oh boyfriend huh?” Joy chatters excitedly, “How exciting, he must be adorable to have caught our Marcus’s attention!” Laney nods her agreement. Collin glances nervously back at me and I just shake my head following behind them.

“Joy, Laney this is Collin, Marcus’s boyfriend!” My mom giggles, I groan into my hand as Joy and Laney squeal, traipsing up to Collin, running their hands over his face to study him. Collin looks horrified at the sudden burst of attention, and he squirms underneath their gazes.

“Oh my, he IS beautiful, don’t you agree Joy?” Laney admires lifting Collins chin, Collin blushes at the compliment letting her tilt his head about. Joy laughs, “Does he have a good little body Marcus?” She asks wrapping her long manicured fingers around Collins bicep giving a squeeze. Collin lets out a small gasp turning to look at me in alarm.

“Ladies, ladies,” I interrupt handsomely, “Can’t you see your making him nervous?” They both look up at Collin, he blushes and looks away nervously as they focus their beady little eyes on him. The two woman break out into happy squeals, blabbering about how cute he is, and how amazing he must be to have in my bed, going on and on.

“Ladies!” I call sending them into abrupt silence. Smoothly I reach out and grab Collin around the waist pulling him over to my side. “I do realize that he is very beautiful and I’m delighted that you seem to think so as well, as you can see he has quiet a healthy body and as for how he is in bed-” I cut off at this turning to look down at Collin who is staring up at me, eyes wide. “Well that’s for me to know, but it’s safe to say that he isn’t lacking.” Collin gasps in embarrassment shoving his face into my chest away from the adoring stares of Joy and Laney.

“Now if you don’t mind, I will be taking my beautiful boyfriend out on a date, so goodbye!” And with that I whisk Collin out of my living room shutting the door roughly behind us.

“My god, that was like hell in there!” I cry in annoyance as I drive of towards Starbucks, “Those women are the most nosey people I have ever met, how you are in bed? Please!”

Collin squirms in embarrassment, “Why did you tell them we’re having sex?” He asks in annoyance.

“When did I ever say that?” I scoff in disbelief, turning onto the road that leads to the more populated part of town.

“You implied it!” He yells angrily turning to fiddle with the window.

Nodding in agreement I turn into Starbucks not taking my eyes off the road for a second, “I guess you could say I did, but you didn’t want me telling them that you suck in bed did you?” I ask.

Collin stares at me in horror ceasing the movement of the glass, “What, no!”

“Exactly and if I had said anything except what I did, it would be all over town that you are the worst most incapable lover in the area.” Shutting off the car I turn to Collin with a smile, “At least now you have a decent word going around.” And with that I hop out of my car slamming the door shut behind me.

“Wait!” Collin shouts from behind me, and I smile cheekily when I hear my door slam and his footfalls hurrying after me, his hand grabs onto my arm in irritation, “Are you telling me that people in town are going to think that I slept with you?”

“SLEEP with me, not SLEPT with me, present tense and yes those women are the biggest gossipers in all of town, so I wouldn’t be surprised.” Reaching up I ruffle his hair smirking as he pushes my hand away in annoyance, “Please Collin, would you tell me what the big deal is, a week ago the whole school thought you were whoring yourself out to the lacrosse team, now you’re just having sex with me, I say it’s a step up.”

Collin scoffs rolling his eyes in displeasure, “Whatever, who the hell would ever want to have sex with you?”

Before he can open the door into the café I block him, sliding my body between him and the door with a grin, he pulls back abruptly at the proximity of our bodies. Impishly I lean my head down and smirk, “You can’t say that when you haven’t even experienced it, and believe me if you had experience me in bed, you definitely would not be saying that.” Satisfied with the crimson blush that makes its way up Collins face I open the door into Starbucks beckoning him inside. He follows behind me as we make our way to the counter and orders our coffees and sandwiches, and then we take them to a table and begin eating.

“So, what did you call me to talk about in the first place?” Collin asks taking a bite of his sandwich. Aw that’s right I completely forgot about the picture! Suddenly everything that I had wanted to ask about comes flooding back into my head at a rapid pace.

“Yes, it’s about the picture that went up in the school.” I remind him, he flinches noticeably in his seat setting down his sandwich, and taking a deep swallow of his coffee. “I was studying it-

“You kept a copy?” He cries in distress, embarrassment slipping over his pretty features.

“Like I said, I was studying the picture, and I noticed that the angle the picture was taken at had to be coming from the door into the locker room from the hallway.” Collin looks shocked, his eyes seem to dart back and forth searching for some sort of answer.

“If you’re saying that someone was taking pictures from out in the hallway that means that I passed them on my way out!” He gasps.

“Exactly, I was wondering if you remember seeing anyone outside in the hallway when you left, or maybe if you know anyone who may have a grudge against you?” I investigate resting my chin onto my hands as I study Collin.

His eyes stare down at me in disbelief for a moment. What the hell is he shaking that head for? It’s a valid question just flipping answer it you little punk! “Are you seriously asking that question right now?” He asks.

Well yeah, I just asked it didn’t I? “Uh, yeah.”

“Marcus I had one night stands with a lot of the girls and guys at our school, I would imagine one out of that bunch if not all would have a vendetta against me.” The truth of what he says makes me flinch, and I feel my heart constrict in my chest. Why did he have to sleep with so many people, all I’ve ever wanted was to hold him in my arms and love him, yet he so easily goes around fucking anything on two legs.

“You do realize, now that we are fake dating you can’t go out and have sex with anybody who walks by.” I assure him in annoyance, “If you do, it will jeopardize our mission, then even more people will hate you because then they will think you’re cheating on me, and I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I’m really well liked around our school.”

Collin rolls his eyes taking a bite of his food, “Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever you say honeybuns, anyways how are we going to find out who it is?”

Thinking I slip into a deep silence. How will we figure this out? We don’t have any real leads, except for a small population at our school. If Collin can remember every person he slept with then we can narrow it down from there! Then again would he really be able to recall the names of all the girls and guys he slept with?

“Hey love birds!” The feminine voice knocks me out of my deep thoughts, looking up I see Kennedy Hobart leaning over our table. Her black curly hair reminds me of worms crawling through wet soil, and I nearly gag at the thought.

“Hey Kennedy.” I say with a smile, despite the fact that she can be extremely annoying and a huge gossip she’s fairly nice.

“So, I’m having a birthday party tonight, are you guys planning on coming?” Her green eyes light up in excitement. Collin and I stare at each other for a moment, and then we both nod thinking the same thing.

There are bound to be some of Collins conquests at that part, if any of them are harboring any sort of bad feelings towards Collin it’ll show.

Collin and I pull up to the large house, not needing to second guess if it’s the right one as we watch half naked girls and boys race across the lawn and into the backyard chasing each other towards the pool. Cars are parked all down the street in tidy formations and music is blasting from inside the house. It’s a good thing this house is all by its lonesome nestled into the woods, because if it wasn’t then this party would be busted hard core.

I park my car across the street and stare out towards the house in dismay. I hate parties like this, there are always people having sex against the walls, and throwing up all over the floor. Shit breaks, and people yell to loud, and the music gives me huge headaches at the volume it’s drawn up to through the huge woofers. “What having second thoughts?” Collin chuckles from besides me.

“Hah, no I just really hate parties.” I mutter in annoyance, Collin laughs cheerily. “Don’t worry I’ll be a good baby sitter for you.” And with that he bolts out of the car slamming the door behind him. Groaning I exit my vehicle, jogging to catch up with him and grab his hand in mine. Collin blushes at the small gesture of affection and I smile to myself, suddenly feeling ten times more confident about this horrific event with him being so close to me.

When we get inside the music blasts against my skull and I groan in annoyance pulling Collin closer to me as we make our way through the crowd. Random kids here and there shout hello at us, and complement our partnership, but honestly I can’t really understand anything they’re saying as Collin pulls me towards the kitchen, where the refreshments are located.

In the kitchen the music is quieter much to my relief and there aren’t as many bodies crowding around us, I let out a sigh at the blessed silence resting my back against the counter, Hearing Collin bustling around I open my eyes to see what he’s doing. “Hey!” I growl seeing him attempting to pop open a can of beer.

“What?” He questions innocently batting his eyelashes dramatically, before taking a short gulp of the liquid.

“You cannot drink that, we are here on a mission!” I remind him grabbing the beer in annoyance. Collin rolls his eyes with a sigh, leaning onto the counter beside me “How exactly do you plan to see any of my one night stands in this empty kitchen?” He questions unhappily staring at me.

Hmm, He has a point we aren’t about to see anyone in here except for people coming in to grab drinks. When I think this Kennedy stumbles into the kitchen happily, upon seeing us she lets out a girlish scream of delight. “OMG!!!!!!” She yells out drunkenly. “I CANT BELIEVE YOU GUYS ARE HERE!” She stumbles over to us and wraps her dainty arms into ours.

“Well you did invite us.” I remind her seriously, wondering why in god’s name I agreed to come to this place.

“OMG I DID DIDN’T I, LOOK OUT!” she screams again, this time right into my ear causing me to flinch. “ SO HEY DO YOU GUYS WANT TO JOIN A GROUP OF US DOWNSTAIRS, WE’RE PLAYING SPIN THE BOTTLE!” she shouts, I want to remind her that she doesn’t need to yell because we are standing in the kitchen right next to each other, but she doesn’t leave us in silence long enough for me to speak. “OF COURSE YOU DO, WHAT AM I THINKING COME ON!”

Before we know it we are being dragged down a set of stairs into a comfortable looking basement. It’s pretty quiet down here, the only noise is coming from the music blaring upstairs reminding us that there is a hoard of hormone filled teenagers humping their hearts out in the living room. On the floor there is a small group of teenagers gathered in a circle with an empty beer bottle placed in the middle of the floor.  Two girls are caught in a tight lip lock above the bottle, a couple of boys groan in excitement clapping their hands appreciatively as the girls pull away from each other.

“This seems like a really bad idea.” I whisper to Collin from behind Kennedy’s drunken head. He turns his blonde head in my direction laying his eyes on me impishly, with that familiar challenging look on his face that he always seemed to get when faced with a new conquest.

“Oh, come on don’t be such a prude, it could be fun!” He grins happily before I can protest Kennedy begins to yell again.

“HEY GUYS I BROUGHT SOME RECRUITS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” the group of kids turns to us cheering, even the boys cheer proving to me that they must be drunk off their asses, what straight guy in their right mind would risk playing spin the bottle with two supposed gay guys?

Kennedy drags us to the circle sitting us down in an empty space before throwing herself down in another empty spot. “OK LETS GO!!!!!” She spins the bottle and it twirls and twirls on the floor before landing on Chase. He grins a goofily before leaning over the circle and sticking his tongue into Kennedys mouth. After a few other kids go I feel Collin tug on my shirt sleeve roughly. “What?” I whisper into his ear.

“That girl with the red hair, I think her name’s Hailey.” He whispers, I roll my eyes at his sudden need to tell me the stats of the annoying ginger.

“And?”

“I slept with her.” He assures me, turning I look at the girl doing my best to appear nonchalant, as if I’m just gazing across the group. She is watching Collin with a look of pure distain now, her green eyes piercing him through heatedly. Hmm I would say she has the look of a person who would want revenge wouldn’t you? Studying her I wonder if maybe she used to have a crush on Collin. Of course that would make her angry, he slept with her and then threw her aside like yesterday’s garbage. I would be seething.

“Collin It’s your turn!” one of the girls shouts. Collin smiles and reaches over giving the brown glass bottle a spin, it turns and turns before landing on the boy that is sitting next to Hailey. His eyes light up and he smirks leaning over the bottle. What the hell, I thought he’s straight! Collin leans forward mimicking the smaller boys actions, letting his lips come into contact with the boy. The kiss is innocent enough at first until the boy shoves his tongue into Collins mouth. Collin groans in delight and I clench my jaw attempting to refrain from punching the kids face in. Quickly I grab the back of Collin’s neck hauling him back to his seat beside me, before shooting him a deadly glare to which he just shrugs.

“Marcus it’s your turn.” A boy across the group informs me, nodding I spin the bottle watching it as it slows down gradually before landing on Mckenna who is sitting on the other side of Collin. Smiling at the girl I push Collin out of my way, ignoring his offended scoff, leaning towards the girls smiling face. She leans forward and presses her lips against mine roughly, pushing her tongue demandingly into my mouth. Her tongue tastes like beer and….nicotine, I cringe in disgust at the ash-like taste of her tongue, ready to pull away but she grabs my jaw in her hands pressing me harder against her lips.

A pair of hands roughly pushes us apart and I look up to see Collin glaring at me angrily crossing his arms in front of his chest. He does not look happy, I think to myself. The thought that maybe he is just a little bit jealous gives me a drunken feeling as I sit back next to my “Boyfriend.” The circle starts to go around again, and as the boy that Collin had kissed before takes his second turn Collin leans into me. “I slept with him too, I didn’t realize it at first but I remember now.”

Jesus, how many people did he sleep with? “What’s his name?”

“Blaine Malcovich” He whispers, with a nod a mischievous glint entering his eyes, as the boyish player Collin appears “If I remember correctly he was a good fu-

“No!” I warn him with a glare, before looking away to stare at the boy across the room, he is getting completely dominated by another guy next to him letting out a weak moan. Of course Collin had sex with him, he is definitely his type, the weak take-me-now-type that Collins often looked for. Collin never went with guys who might be able to dominate him, I don’t know why that is but I could feel his fear when I roughly touched him in the locker room, keeping him under my complete control.

Finally it’s Collins turn again, and I’m starting to get really sick of this stupid game. Collin spins the bottle it turns and turns before landing on the same girl that I had kissed before, but suddenly Hailey’s foot darts out knocking it slightly, the bottle moves slowly before coming to a stop on me. My eyes widen in disbelief and I hear Collin gasp, “Oops.” She says none too innocently.

“What the fuck, you cheated!” Collin accuses in anger.

“Oh whatever, calm down it shouldn’t be that big of a deal right?” the girl grins impishly before glaring at Collin, “At least if he is your real boyfriend.” There is no mistaking the challenge in her voice, and Collin never backs out on a challenge. My point it proven as Collin growls then turns towards me sitting on his knees, he roughly grabs my face in his hands then shoves his lips against mine. Trying not to look too shocked (because that would totally give us away) I attempt to slip myself calmly into the kiss, but it’s as if my heart has exploded. My pulse quickens tenfold and I wonder if Collin can hear it, I feel like it’s slamming into my rib cage how can he not hear that?

Collin Sanders is kissing me; the boy that I’ve loved for over four years is holding onto me and taking control of my body. Should I pull away? Should I just let him do what he wants? The thoughts bounce around as I bask in the reality of what is happening. How long have I waited for this moment?

Collin poking his tongue roughly against my lips shoving brings me crashing back into reality, as he forces his way into my mouth. I groan appreciatively as he strokes my tongue with his provocatively. His wet appendage leading me in a hot dance, his hand comes up to grip my hair heatedly and I hiss as he tugs roughly. Before I can stop myself my hands are reaching around his body griping his back. His mouth moves against mine fervently, our teeth clacking together clumsily. I open my eyes slightly only to see Collin doing the same his blue eyes clouded in lust. He crawls his way into my lap not once breaking our mouths apart, his thighs reaching around my waist before locking down on my body tightly, I groan feeling his erection against my own, sighing as I realize what’s happening, and wondering why I can’t seem to stop.

Collin moans into my mouth sending chills rocketing up my spine. God he has such a fucking gorgeous voice. Never before have I ever thought I would have the opportunity to hear him make such a sound of pleasure. My hands make their way from his back down to the bottom of his sweater, where I slip my fingers beneath the material lightly testing the waters before slipping my hands up inside his shirt completely. His body shudders in delight as he lets out a wistful sigh against my mouth. Groaning I run my hands over his stomach, stopping to feel the puckered flesh of his scar. God how I want to kiss, and suck that rough patch of skin, how can an injury seem so fucking sexy? No matter how ashamed of the injury he might be, if I ever get my mouth on it he will never look at the mark the same way again. Instead of a reminding him of a moment of pain, it will symbolize a time of erotic pleasure that only I will ever give him.

My fingers slide over the tight flesh of his scar, sending shivers through him, he bites my lip tugging on it lightly before delving back in for another kiss. My hands slide up away from his scar towards his nipples, feeling the erect little nub against my fingers I begin to pinch and pull on it gently. Collin throws his head back letting out a cry of pleasure at the feeling, and I growl feeling my cock jump at the sound of his heated voice.

The sound of clapping sends us reeling back into reality, we both look up as Kennedy giggles, “Damn guys, that was super-hot!”

Collin crawls off of me in horror, looking around at the people surrounding us before jumping to his feet and darting out of the room. I watch him leave gathering my bearings before the full reality of the situation hits me. Now only have I violated him once, but now twice, what kind of friend am I? Do I have no self -control? Sure I’ve had a crush on Collin for four years but god, how could I loose myself like that. “Shit.” I swear out loud before standing and darting out of the room after the younger boy.

            I rush up the stairs and dart into the kitchen; the room remains empty besides empty cans of beer. It’s quiet besides the music blasting from the room down the hall and the laughing people out by the pool. Sighing I walk over to the glass sliding door that reveals the back porch and gaze across the crowd of faces. Not one of them is Collin. I decide to look in the room where the kids are dancing, and when I enter I’m rewarded by the sight of a very drunk Collin dancing with another drunken teenage boy. Collin is laughing and drinking a bottle of vodka while he grinds up against the other boys body. Collins hand grips that boys shoulder, as his hands are wrapped around Collin back, moving over his ass gripping, squeezing and rubbing.

Are you fucking kidding me? We come to this party to figure some shit out, and he goes off and starts whoring himself? Has he no boundaries? He’s supposed to be my boyfriend! What will people think?

Some of the people who are dancing in the room move out of my way, obviously seeing my fuming anger, and despite the fact that the music is so loud I can hear people whispering about how pissed I must be to see my boyfriend dancing with this asshole.

Funny

A week ago these people were criticizing Collin for his sexuality and now suddenly they are my best friends, criticizing the boy that Collin is dancing with? Ignoring the idiots that I am doomed to go to school with for the rest of my sad senior year I stomp over to the two intertwined boys and loom over them.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?” I shout over the loud music.

Collin doesn’t even turn to look at me he just continues to move with the other boy. “COLLIN!”  I scream in frustration.

“WHAT THE HELL’S YOUR PROBLEM MAN?” The other boy shouts in anger. Are you serious? He’s getting mad at me? He’s the one dancing with my boyfriend!

“WHAT’S , MY PROBLEM, MY PROBLEM IS THAT YOU HAVE YOUR FUCKING HANDS ALL OVER MY BOYFRIEND ASSHOLE!” The boy’s eyes flash in anger and he bolts at me, and I him. We don’t get far before some of the guys from the lacrosse team back me up and pull the guy out of the room threatening him on the way.

Collin laughs like it’s the funniest thing in the world then makes to take another swig of the vodka. Before he can bring the bottle to his lips I rip it from his hands. “YOUR NOT ALOUD TO DRINK ANYMORE!” the beautiful blonde boy pouts at me as I hand the bottle to some guy who walks past, having just entered the party. He gives me a confused look before just shrugging and taking the bottle with him to the kitchen.

“YOU’RE NO FUN!” Collin shouts drunkenly, and I wonder how the hell he managed to get that fucked up in the small amount of time that I had spent looking for him. Shaking my head I stare at him with my arms crossed as people dance around us.

Collin smirks up at me moving towards me, and rubbing his hand against the material of my shirt. The feeling makes me nervous but I swallow my anxiety curious as to what he’s doing. His hand slides slowly over me as he moves around me, behind me I feel him rubbing his hands over my clothed back, until his hands slide up the bottom of my shirt to touch my bare skin. With a violent shiver I jerk around grabbing his wrist, about to tell him to watch what he’s doing, but when I turn around he wraps his arms around my neck pulling me against him. Our bodies crash together and I wince at the sudden pain, but it’s gone as soon as it had come and I just stare at the boy curiously. Collin smiles coyly then stands on his tip toes bringing his mouth to my ear.

“Dance with me.” He orders, the feeling of his warm breathe on my neck sends shivers of pleasure down my spine, and swallow another bout of anxiety. But that doesn’t do much, as Collin’s tongue comes out of his mouth and slides its way against my earlobe. A guttural growl vibrates through me at the feeling and I force myself to pull my neck away from him. Despite the rejection Collin isn’t fazed at all; instead he locks his arms around my neck and begins to move his body against me forcing me into motion with him.

Collin dancing against me sends thrills through my body and mind, god he is so gorgeous, even when he’s drunk off his ass. He moves like a sex god, it’s as if he knows what I’m thinking, what I want deep down inside. He hikes one of his legs up on my waist and grinds his hips against me roughly, his arms gripping my shoulders digging into my flesh. Groaning I bring my hands to rest on his ass gripping to get a better hold on him, at the pressure Collin bites his bottom lip and throws his head back, moaning, and god I don’t know what to do, I feel like we’re having sex in the middle of the dancing crowd. The friction of our members grinding sends bolts of electricity to my lower vicinity and suddenly my little friend is perked up in arousal. Heat flows up my body as Collin moves against me, rubbing his erection over mine violently, his hips swaying hypnotically.

Suddenly he turns around his left arm winding it’s why behind my neck, his long nimble fingers gripping into my hair, his right arm grabs my hand and moves it around him placing my right over his hard erect groin that’s straining against his jeans.

God, no this is really bad news for me. The boy I’ve wanted for four years is basically inviting me to touch him, and I would be lying if I say that I don’t want to because sweet Jesus I want to.

Silently I wrap my hand over his groin, and relish at the shiver that runs through his body as I massage him, but he turns the table on me, abruptly shoving his ass against my groin. I gasp at the feeling and grip him tighter, but he just rocks his hips back against me over and over moving his hips in circular motions, until my head is spinning with desire. “Fuck” I breathe out before pulling myself away from him. Collin turns around with lust filled eyes, and the absurdness of what I just did hits me.

Collin is fucking drunk, and I was just touching him! How would he feel about that? He would hate that! Groaning I grab the drunken boy and throw him over my shoulder heading out the front door and to my car.