Jaden's POV
"Mr. B, something's smelling good!" Neil bellowed as we walked into the kitchen.
"Thanks Neil. I made extra so you can eat to your hearts content," Blake answered.
Neil patted my Dad on the shoulder and sighed heavily. "Adopt me."
"Naw. I'll pass. I don't need to be finding Marijuana in my house," Blake said throwing him a smirk.
Blake looked up from where he was setting the plates and motioned us to sit. Shelby sat on his right, and I, on his left. During dinner we chatted about random stuff. Trying to find some topic that we can all put in our 2 cents worth of opinion. I didn't know what was Shelby's plan. She was enjoying herself way too much. Her cup never going empty and neither did Blake's.
I just sat there stabbing at my food in jealousy.
As soon as he was down a quarter way, she filled it back up. I couldn't really complain because to be perfectly honest, he was more loose when he drank. He was more like the Blake from back when he and my Mom use to actually be on good terms.
After we finished dinner -they more than I- we went into the living room and just conversed in the living room. Mostly Shelby, who was currently telling us like the twentieth story. "I remember this one time, the Dean sent us to detention for something Brad did. Blake kept telling him it wasn't us, but he didn't give a damn. Those time Blake was a little shit, you know..."
"I wasn't!" Blake interjected.
"Yes you were. We sneaked into the teacher's restroom while the Dean was taking a shit. Brad had stole a bottle of - was it vegetable oil or something - and we emptied it all over the tile floor," Shelby reminisced laughing at the memory of their youth. I sat and listened to how Blake use to be. I think I'd sit there just listening to stories of him, and no, it's not because I was currently sitting next to him. Every time he laughed he'd slap at my leg.
"Why are you stopping there? Tell them what you did," Blake urged on.
"Oh yeah. My brother had given me a dynamite to prank the senior girl's bathroom but instead, I lit the dynamite and threw it into the stall where the Dean was at. When that baby begun popping, he ran out of the bathroom slipping all over the oil floor, into the halls, with his pants and boxers around his ankles," she couldn't hold up as she laughed hysterically, the corner of her eyes crinkling.
"Instant popularity that day... for you. I nearly rotted away in detention," Blake finished as his laughed died down.
"It was," Shelby snickered as she down her beer. Then suddenly straightening up and burst out laughing again. Jeez, I did not know Blake hung with this type of people. I haven't seen any of his friends; it was all colleagues or people from the sales department.
"Oh yeah, that's right and how is your brother," Blake asked suddenly curious.
When he mentioned the name, Shelby quickly straightened up and giggled perversely. "Ooh la-la. I'll love telling you about this one here, Jaden," she added with a wink. "Jerome, my step-brother at the time, was this long haired guy that was Bella-Obsessed over your Dad. Talk about possible ass damage. Blake was the butt-of-the-joke in the inner circles. No pun intended," she finished. Just then, she received a call on her cell and got up to answer it .
"Sooooooo... what happened?" I asked without meaning to.
I wasn't planning on putting in any input into the conversation. Neil, on the other hand, was laughing alright; laughing at my increasing blush. He eyed me every time Blake's fingers brushed against me. "I mean, you probably didn't even talk to him, right?" I tried again into getting him to speak of this unheard of gay inception experience.
"I don't think any guy would be jumping for joy if another guy is known to have a crush on them," Blake stated slurring his words a bit.
"Then how can you say he was strange?" I threw back. This story bothered me because that would mean he wasn't okay with guys. So he definitely wouldn't be okay with me. Was Blake homophobic? He never seemed that way to me.
I'm not as flamboyant as some of my comrades in gay community, but he must have picked up on something or the other. For instance, which seventeen year old boy hasn't had a girlfriend before?
"Sorry lovelies, that was work," Shelby said re-entering the living room. "Gotta hit the road."
"Well, if you don't mind a defenseless, home-schooled boy driving, I could give you a drop," Neil offered with one of his flirtatious winks.
She came over and squeezed his cheeks in her palms, much like what she had done to me in the foyer and said, "someone as cute as you, why not?"
"Cute? This is all man baby," he replied with suggestively wiggling eyebrows.
"Sure you are, honey," she added indulging him in his delusions.
Picking up her things, she bent down and laid a kiss Blake's cheek. Her red lip stick staining his skin. Gross. She even had the gall to nod her head my way saying, "Won't you walk me out sweetie?" Apparently, I had given her some sort of indication that I was okay with her hanging all over him. I don't particularly hate women, but I didn't particularly like them either.
"No, I gotta go do the dishes and all that good stuff," I quickly replied torn between leaving the room and staying there to make sure she didn't jump Blake.
"Nonsense. I'll take care of it," Blake said giving me a little push towards her direction and Shelby took my arm right away. Her touch felt disgusting so me, and I brusquely took my arm out of her grip. "Sorry, he's got this thing..."
"Don't! I-I'll go," I interrupted.
I didn't need her to know that I was haphephobic . Especially towards women, due to the lovely Susan who partially destroyed my childhood. I walked her towards Neil's car. He was beside me when I gave him the look. The look that said, 'get this bitch out of here'.
"Such good friends, aren't we?" she said turning to face us on the driveway. "So how long have you two been dating?"
"So not dating him," we both answered unison.
"So you are gay, huh? Does daddy dearest know?" she asked.
"Don't call him that," I almost seethed at her. After hearing that famous phrase coming out of someone else's mouth other than his, Neil couldn't hold his burst of laughter. After all, he was the one that dubbed Blake with that stupid sugar-daddy nickname. I elbowed him hard in the rib. It wasn't even a nickname. It was almost like name calling except that Blake didn't know, but ha! as if he'll ever. "And I don't know what you're talking about," I added lamely.
"Sure Princess. I have a gay step-brother, remember? You can't hide the 'gay' from me. Soooo how long have you had the hots for your Dad?"
Neil just about died.
If I wanted to try and hide it, it would've been too late. He sold me out and because he laughed, my face started reddening all on its own. I stood there shocked that she just up and said it.
"Don't need to answer me. A woman's intuition is scary, and we can really pick up stuff like jealousy and you were boiling in it. So here's the thing, I'm a good human being and you seemed like a good kid. You have a semi-drunk Blake in that house and I think he might need a little taking-care-of, if you know what I mean," she clicked her tongue playfully and winked at me as she opened the door to the passenger's seat. "Come on lover-boy, you're my victim for today. Time to go"
He had been laughing the entire time and suddenly, he seemed all too willing to drive off with the Queen of the Blonde Bay. They got into the car and drove off with nothing more being said.
It was so quick and I was still shocked that she saw through me like it was all second nature. It was absolutely crazy. I was frozen for quiet some time before deciding to head back inside and actually do the dishes. In reality, I just wanted to wash off this weird-ass feeling she had impregnated me with.
As if I would ever make a passed at Blake while he was drunk. Why would she insinuating that?
Blake was trying to put back the rest of the untouched beers in the fridge and almost having one of them slip out of his hand to the floor. He was snorting at himself, as if he found it funny.
"Blake, you're drunk. Let's get you into bed," I said placing my hand around his torso and pulling him out of the kitchen. He felt solid and strong next to little old me. Maybe if I was a little older, it wouldn't be this bad.
Feeling his weight on me, I'm not gonna lie, made my body react. Was this the weight he'd use to pin me down? I wanted his arms to hold unto me even tighter. His steps were clumsy as we headed up the stairs towards his room. My mind was actually on the verge of floating away. Not only was his body heat making me hot, but now Shelby's comment was echoing in my head.
"I'm not that old, you know. I can still find my bed," Blake pointed out in a slurred speech. He gave me a weird look and scratched at a non-existent beard. "I did give it some thought you know; to date Jerome, but something or the other happened, and he moved away soon after that."
It was rare the times I heard Blake actually curse, so I let him reminisce a little. That, and well, my relief towards the fact that he wasn't homophobic made my stomach feel warm.
When we reached his room, I quickly turned on the light by leaning him against the switch. He was way too heavy for me. He was way too drunk as well and his eyes glowed darkly in the dimly lit room and it was starting to drive me crazy. I was trying to aim his weight unto the bed but then my feet got tangled with the rug in front of his bed. As I lost my feeting, both of us fell unto the heap of sheets of his bed. To put ice cream on the cake, I landed right on top of him. He responded with an 'umph' but didn't move to push me off.
Instead he said, "Man, you've definitely grown Jaden. You didn't weigh this much when you use to jump unto my stomach at eight years old." I grinned sheepishly despite the beating of my pulse that had started to race. "You were so adorable when you were young. Too pretty, they said." He chuckled. His chest vibrating against mine.
He licked his lips and settled into his pillow comfortably as his hand started to rub my back. His breath smelled of beer but the drunken-flush that appeared on his cheeks made him look so alluring. The beating that was becoming increasingly louder in my head was making me see hazy. I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat. This was bad. As soon as that thought left my head, I knew I was in for the worst.
"And what about now? Am I not adorable again?"
Blake chuckled lightly. "Only if you tried to kiss me."
He probably only said that to tease me or as a joke but without thinking twice, I pressed my lips against his. His words locked in his throat. His eyes flew open in shock and I closed mines tightly, determine to make him feel something; anything. Breathing in his gasps, I let my tongue travel inside his mouth. Letting it tease his tongue, as I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth, nipping and kneading at it.
It drove me wild when I heard him groan at the same time I did.
Grinding my hips into his, I was surprised to find a rising erection. Blake's hands were gripping my arms; the heat from them sinking more into me. His body language screamed extreme hesitancy, confusion, shock, wonder and lastly, and of which I was proud of, was desire.
He was trying to pull back but I kept on kissing him. I trapped him to the bed by rising myself off the bed with my elbows and running a hand up his shirt. I felt his hand gripped the back of my neck as if he fighting with himself. Blake wasn't sure of whether he should bring me in closer or grab the back of my shirt to pull me away.
There was an unmistakable shiver that ran through his body. He cursed loudly, and I was flipped over like I weighed nothing unto my back. His body pressed into mine and that's when I felt him gyrating against my leg. I moaned wanting him to draw closer for more friction. This wasn't some lovely foreplay scene. This was hot, needy, and alcohol infused.
My shirt was roughly drawn up and hooked behind my head. He tore his lips away from mine, just to bring it back down hungrier as his tongue started to explore on its own. He begun roughly pinching and tweaking at my nipples before pulling them into his mouth. I cried out, moaning loudly, arching my back, to feel the sensation even more. My hips moved on their own to mimic his slow thrusts and I relished in the heated hiss that escaped his mouth.
"Blake!" I managed to moan out with a ragged breath. I heard him growl and the sound elicited more blood flow to the already painfully hard boner trapped in my pants. My cheeks felt hot and it was like I'd forgotten how to breathe. My hard-on was being smashed by his leg and the feeling of his slowly gyrating hips felt so unreal. I could have climaxed just by him doing just that alone.
Suddenly he pulled away from me, eyes like a deer caught in the headlights. He squinted at me, then blinked a couple more times. His mouth fell open after he registered my face. "Jaden..." It came out almost like a whisper, but I could hear the self-condemnation behind the words. His eyes were different. It raked over the rapid rise and fall of my naked chest and I sensed his hunger recoiling back by sheer will.
I raised my hips a little. Our position making it easy for me to feel that he was still as turned on as I was. All was not lost. Trying my best, and my voice coming out shamefully lusty, I pleaded, "Blake, please don't stop." It brought me guilty pleasure seeing a muscle tick in his lower jaw after I said that.
He blanked.
Just by him blanking, I could feel the emanating panic in me.
There was silence. That silence lasted an eternity to me, though it probably was just a few minutes. "I think... you should head to bed," Blake said. His grey eyes were down-casted and cloudy as he tried to control his breathing. He rose up off the bed and grabbed his sweater off of the Chester-drawer. Blake was out of the house in under 2 minutes. I then heard the start of the ignition, and the departing of his car pulling out of the driveway.
There was nothing left for me to think other than the fact that I had been discreetly and utterly REJECTED. Even though I had prepared myself for rejection, this was more that. I was basically discarded and at this point, how was I suppose to look him in the face.
This is what happens when you start thinking with your dick.
To think that he actually felt the need to run away; correction- to flee from me. Maybe he thought I was Susan. Had he realized that it was me, Jaden that was before him and not his beloved Susan? I felt my heart get constricted inside my chest. The dull pain that spread through me made me groan at the ceiling, frustrated at the unfairness of the universe.
Pressing down unto my closed eyes with the balls of my hand, I tried to darken the vision of Blake's expression floating in my head. Any kind of pressure wouldn't worked at that moment to prevent myself from crying.
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