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Post by Christian Hart on May 6, 2007 15:30:40 GMT -5
Christian arrived back at the house along with Noah and his mother, lingering in the foyer while she excused herself and went to bed. Turning to Noah after she was definitely out of sight, he burst into a fit of giggles and leaned in toward Noah to whisper.
“I can’t believe she didn’t notice we were totally drunk.” Christian said, exaggerating a bit in his tipsy state. He’d never really had anything to drink before and when Noah pulled out a flask at the dance… he was surprised, but willing to experiment. While he was usually smarter than that, he’d gone through enough shit to not care for a night. So, he and Noah took turns drinking discretely and spent the majority of the night standing by the wall and laughing at everything (it seemed), even doing a little drunken dancing together. Overall it was a good time, much better than he’d anticipated. He had to admit that he was nervous during he car ride home, but they sat in silence for the duration of the ride, managing to keep back their laughter.
Grabbing Noah’s tie in a jokingly seductive way, he led them up the stairs and into Noah’s room, stumbling over the makeshift bed they’d set up in his floor. Landing on the bed, he laughed and sat up, shrugging off his blazer and lying back down, the cool sheets freezing against his flushed face. He rolled over and looked up at Noah.
“That was a lot better than I thought it was going to be. A lot,” he said giggling, recalling – as best as an inebriated boy could – the night’s events.
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Post by Noah Malachi on May 6, 2007 15:31:31 GMT -5
“I can’t believe she didn’t notice we were totally drunk.”
“Yeah, well, that’s my mom for you,” Noah replied, laughing. He tried to keep his voice down, well aware that his parents were still awake, but not really caring. He shushed Christian jokingly, his shush turning into a slurred ‘s’ sound. His parents could sleep through anything, so he really wasn’t worried about keeping them up. Chances were his mom had already fallen asleep. He was a teenage boy, after all, and boys were known for being loud.
He felt a little guilty about getting Christian drunk, but he really needed to loosen up a little sometimes and Noah had felt the need to assist him a little. Get the ball rolling. He hadn’t forced him to drink, after all, but had merely offered the whiskey to him. Christian had done the rest. Granted, Noah didn’t drink often, but it wasn’t difficult for him to acquire alcohol when he wanted to. He did to go high school, after all.
And, though he wouldn’t say it out loud, Christian was a very amusing drunk. They weren’t even wasted, just a little tipsy, but one would have guessed that Christian was completely smashed by the way he was acting. He felt responsible for him now. This was partially his fault, and he wanted to make sure Christian was okay. Some people just couldn’t handle their liquor. Christian seemed to be doing alright, though.
“See, he said, in an ‘I-told-you-so’ tone of voice. “Now aren’t you glad you went?”
Noah wasn’t at all uncomfortable with Christian pulling him by the tie, at least, not at first. Perhaps they really had gotten that used to each other. Or perhaps it was the alcohol that was slowing down his reaction time. Either way, he allowed his friend to pull him up his own stairs, as though this was Christian’s house or something. This struck Noah as funny, and he laughed, though he didn’t know why.
As they entered his room, Noah didn’t even have a chance to flip on the light switch before Christian tripped over the mattress on the floor which had been serving him as a bed. Christian fell onto Noah’s actual bed, lying there motionless for a moment. Noah, who was starting to feel tired from being on his feet all night, also fell back onto his bed, only in a more controlled manner. He didn’t wait for a reply before continuing.
“I’m glad you had a good time. I think you needed that.”
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Post by Christian Hart on May 6, 2007 15:32:11 GMT -5
“Yeah.” Christian agreed, mumbling drunkenly as he felt the buzz situate itself in his chest. Reaching up to brush the hair out of his eyes, he looked over at Noah and gave a dithery smile.
“Sorry you had to keep me entertained all night. I don’t mean to be a cock-blocker or anything,” he said, running his hand down his face as he grinned dazedly at Noah.
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Post by Noah Malachi on May 6, 2007 15:32:46 GMT -5
Something in the far, far back of his subconscious told him that this should have been awkward. Girls did this sort of stuff all the time – sleeping in the same bed, just lying there, talking – but not guys. That’s why Christian had a mattress on the floor, instead of sharing Noah’s bed, despite the fact that it was big enough for two people. None of that really clicked in Noah’s head as he remained where he was, listening to his guest talk.
“Sorry you had to keep me entertained all night. I don’t mean to be a cock-blocker or anything,”
“Hey, I had a good time too,” he said, his words interrupted by his laughter. “And I can’t believe you just said cock-blocker,” Noah added, to explain why he was giggling like a little school-girl. “But really, seriously, I didn’t mind. I had fun, no pressure like that, you know? Just a good time with a good friend.”
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Post by Christian Hart on May 6, 2007 15:33:15 GMT -5
“Well, I’m glad I wasn’t a bother then.” He said, turning his head to face Noah. His green eyes wandered across the younger boy’s features and Christian realized that he was actually pretty cute, what with his big brown eyes and charming smile. At that moment, he wondered why he’d never noticed it before; he’d always kept the facts that Noah was straight and his father was a priest in mind, but that was when he was entirely coherent and didn’t have alcohol buzzing in his stomach.
There was a moment of awkward silence and Christian sat up on his elbows, eyes still locked with Noah’s. Without any particular thought to it, certainly not any sober thought, he leaned down and pressed his mouth to Noah’s, kissing him partially opened mouth, faint taste of whiskey mingling between their lips. It felt good, he noted, as he felt a warm shiver run up his spine, fingers twitching from restlessness. Mmm…
Sliding his hand down the comforter next to Noah’s body, he trailed his fingers up the roundness of his ribcage and down the front of his blouse, not stopping until he reached the slight bulge of Noah’s pants zipper, resting his palm there firmly. Later he would wonder how he’d become so bold, but during that heated moment, it seemed so right, so hot, so intense and every other adjective to describe the fireworks shooting through him.
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Post by Noah Malachi on May 6, 2007 15:33:47 GMT -5
“Well, I’m glad I wasn’t a bother then.”
There was a silence that followed which started out normal, just a lull in the conversation, but which slowly grew awkward as Christian’s eye contact remained and his last words echoed in Noah’s mind. Noah didn’t know what to respond to that. Of course Christian wasn’t’ a bother- Noah had forced him to come, so it wasn’t as if Christian had imposed upon his night or anything. That much noted, he couldn’t find a suitable response that didn’t come across as patronizing or too sentimental. He was just glad that Christian had enjoyed his last night school homecoming dance. That had been the night’s goal, in the end. Noah had just wanted to get Christian’s mind off of everything that had happened to him lately.
And then Noah noticed that Christian’s eyes were still locked on his. Something felt off, he reflected vaguely, as Christian propped himself up on his elbows and leaned over him. Yes, something was off. Noah could tell that much, though he didn’t move at all. He looked back at him, a slightly confused expression on his face, and blinked a few times. What was he…
Oh. As Christian swiftly moved in, their lips touching and the taste of the whiskey becoming stronger, it became painfully obvious what Christian had been thinking. A part of Noah felt like he should stop Christian. He wasn’t gay, and if his dad found out about his he’d probably kick Christian out. But another part of him… well, it didn’t mind so much. That part of him realized that he hadn’t made out with anybody in months, and it felt good to feel the pressure of someone else’s lips against his own.
Wasn’t it around his age when teenagers were supposed to get curious about these things? Experimenting with things they weren’t even supposed to be thinking of? And he hadn’t been with anybody in what seemed like forever… what did it matter if Christian was a boy? They were close; there was a connection between them. These were the intoxicated rationalizations his mind made as he lie there, not fighting Christian’s advances.
The touch of Christian’s hand moving over his dress shirt sent a quiver down his spine like a bold of electricity. The hair on his arms and legs stood up as he shivered involuntarily. Those soft hands, which came to rest over… well, that was new and unexpected. Noah gave a sharp intake of breath, tensing up his mid-region ever so slightly.
“Christian… I…” but his words were lost between kisses. He replaced them with a quiet moan as Christian’s hand ended it’s roaming with a firm grip on his ‘area’.
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Post by Christian Hart on May 6, 2007 15:34:13 GMT -5
Christian, caught up in sensation rather than thoughts, deepened their kisses as he enjoyed the feel of Noah under his fingertips and his lips under his. God… it’d been so long since he’d done this, excluding his brief encounter with Zeke. He’d promised himself he wouldn’t think about him, however – having been thinking of him for the past year – so he pushed that thought aside.
Instead, he focused on touching Noah, kissing and stroking and…
”Christian… I…”
Having been addressed, Christian detangled his tongue from Noah’s and drew back just in time to watch him moan. He smiled at that, but as Noah’s eyes fluttered open and the conflict was visible, Christian felt sobriety and realization hit him. What was he doing? Did he actually just take advantage of Noah? Was he really touching him…?
Fuck. This was exactly the type of thing he swore – no, he know – he wouldn’t do, and it happened! How did he even… Christian was too bewildered to rationalize what he’d done.
Pulling his body from Noah’s in shock, he kneeled beside him and felt dirty, like a pervert or something. He hadn’t meant to… what would Noah think of him now?
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Post by Noah Malachi on May 6, 2007 15:34:46 GMT -5
Noah had reached the point where he didn’t even care what happened next. His mind had completely shut down and he was ignoring any protests his subconscious tried to make as his tongue clashed against Christians, their mouths uniting forcefully. Christian seemed to be enjoying himself until he pulled away after Noah’s words. Noah was a little embarrassed by the moan that made Christian smile, but he was more shocked with himself and his actions. What had he just done?
As Christian pulled away he felt a mixture of disappointment and confusion. His eyes looked around the room and he could make out Christian’s expression in the darkness, shocked. Christian was just as shocked as he was which was reassuring. Sort of. Christian was kneeling next to him now, and Noah looked up at him curiously.
Now that they had started he was, to put it kindly, very worked up. Aroused might be a better term. He reached up to pull Christian back down, his actions slow and groggy in his current state, and therefore not very effective. He mad a move to kiss Christian again, almost falling on top of him.
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Post by Christian Hart on May 6, 2007 15:34:55 GMT -5
Christian was still shocked at himself when Noah reached for him, balance thrown off when a hand gripped his arm. Surprised, to say the least, he fell forward on Noah, lips crushing against Noah’s again. This time it was him moaning, turned on even more by the fact that Noah was aggressive and willing and wanting him, wanting this as much as he did in that moment.
Squirming against Noah’s body, he grabbed at the other boy’s crotch greedily, wanting more and more to continue their romp. It felt so good, why stop?
But, as time progressed, he realized somberly that the want Noah was displaying was born from alcohol and an unreasoning mind. Sure, his body reacted well to his touch, but when you’d been stroked like that, why wouldn’t you? Christian knew that Noah had caught his emotional attention- as well as his sexual attention, obviously- but Noah was drunk, and for him to wake up with the realization of what he’d done… they’d both feel ashamed – Christian for taking advantage, and Noah for doing the deed with a guy. He was straight, after all.
So, he reluctantly pulled away again, fighting pure desire in doing so. He had to, he had to.
“Noah, wait. You don’t…” he tried, weakly, attempting to gain the boy’s attention. He’d become sober already, and Noah would be due to soon.
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Post by Noah Malachi on May 6, 2007 15:35:15 GMT -5
Noah returned Christian’s kiss again, only with a bit more force than he’d previously exhibited. It felt good to be wanted, needed, desired… who cared if the person who wanted him was a guy? In his current state, gender didn’t seem to matter. Nothing seemed to matter other than the stimulation he was feeling right then and there.
Except Christian pulled away again, and looked down at him with almost pleading eyes. Noah couldn’t help but feel like maybe he was doing something wrong. After all, he wasn’t very experienced when it came to making out with guys. Maybe Christian felt as though he wasn’t getting as much out of it as he should have been.
“Noah, wait. You don’t…
“What?” he asked, eyes wide like those of a small child. He was equally innocent, like a small child faced with his first exposure to drugs or something. Didn’t Christian want him anymore? This always happened. It seemed like nobody ever kept an interested in him for very long…
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Post by Christian Hart on May 6, 2007 15:35:24 GMT -5
Christian gaped a bit wordlessly, realizing as he stared into Noah’s eyes that trying to explain the facts of their situation would be worthless… not to mention saddening. He could tell that Noah wanted it much more than normal, to the point where Christian felt that he needed to continue. Noah was so innocent, and deep within him, he felt the carnal need to corrupt him; he was practically asking for it.
But he knew he had to be the stronger-willed person in this scenario. He couldn’t possibly allow Noah to do anything he’d regret.
“I think it’s time to go to bed.” He finally whispered, hoping that Noah, in his easily intimidated state, would agree.
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Post by Noah Malachi on May 6, 2007 15:35:56 GMT -5
Noah didn’t know what he was doing, but as the silence grew he started to realize that something was wrong. He was beginning to sober up enough to understand that what had just happened was wrong, but not enough to comprehend that what meant.
“I think it’s time to go to bed.”
Noah nodded slowly, looking over at the clock. It was getting pretty late, and the way Christian had whispered the words was very persuading. In his inebriated state, this excuse was good enough to explain why the making out had stopped so suddenly. Now that Christian mentioned it, he was a little tired. Obviously so was his friend.
“Okay… G’night, Christian,” he said. A yawn escaped from the lips which had just been caressing Christian’s, lips which were still tingling a little. “Don’t let the bed bugs bite,” he added, giving a half-smile in the darkness before quickly drifting off to sleep.
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Post by Christian Hart on May 6, 2007 15:36:04 GMT -5
Christian might’ve laughed at how easily Noah complied had it not been for the awkwardness he felt. On one hand, he was glad that Noah hadn’t protested any further, but on the other… well, he was horny as hell and felt embarrassed at the thought of boing to the bathroom to take care of it, especially in such a religious household.
Sliding off of the bed quietly and down to his air mattress, Christian laid down and drew the blankets close, smelling the clean scent of Noah’s house on it. He’d gotten used to it, but had a feeling that that night would be his last there. After all, once morning came and Noah realized what had happened, it’d surely be too awkward to stay there, assuming that Noah didn’t tell his father – though he doubted that would happen, even for his own sake.
Staring up at – haha, how ironic – a cross that adorned one of Noah’s walls, Christian realized that he was not going to get much sleep at all that night. Perhaps it was a sort of punishment for his devious ways.
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