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"Enjoy the Ride"
Chapter 3 - New Beginnings
After the tiring ordeal that had been Monday, I was more than glad to wave goodbye as first my parents, then Nancy and then the lawyers took their leave. I think that I was too overwhelmed by the overload of information and change that I had received during the day to be anything but tired. In a way that was a good thing; it kept me from thinking about anything but what I was going to do next.
I wasn't aware of going to sleep but when I next became aware of my surroundings, Lily was shaking me awake.
"Supper time, sleepy head," she laughed. I rubbed my eyes groggily. "It's your favorite; pizza."
I groaned loudly and got up. I didn't like much fast food, and pizza was definitely not on the top of my list. I padded into the kitchen where everybody was sitting around the table, chatting animatedly. I grinned when I saw the big Greek salad and garlic bread sitting on my plate. I dropped myself into the chair and began eating.
"Hey Jamie," said Jesse. "So, I hear your coming to school with me tomorrow, huh?"
"Mm-hmm," I mumbled around a mouthful of salad. It had always surprised people that we didn't go to school together. That wasn't for a lack of trying on our part, but it had never really come between us. My parents craved the social status that came with having a child in the most prestigious school in the city, and Jesse's parents simply didn't have the means to send him there.
"Well, I'm sure it'll work out ok. I mean, you already hang out with a lot of them anyway."
"Yeah, I'll be alright. Although I can't say I'm not a bit nervous. Rumor travels quickly..."
"Aw, don't worry about it. I'll protect you," he laughed.
I smiled broadly. He once again had displayed his knack for cheering me up without any thought.
"Oh, Jamie," said Susan. "Alannah called while you were asleep."
"Crap," I sighed. She was a good friend of mine from school but I really didn't feel like talking to her - or anyone, for that matter - and she was a... forceful personality. "OK, I'll give her a call later."
Lily asked if we wanted to watch a movie, but I was wiped so I decided to go to bed early. I walked up the stairs, and my eyes were drawn to the spare room which was lit up. Well, it used to be the spare room. It was now, as was evident from my things all nicely laid out around it, my room. When I stayed over, I usually just stayed in Jesse's room - either in his bed or on the day bed - and so I had never really paid much attention to the room. Now that I looked at it, it was actually quite nice. It would have to be repainted, and new bed linens purchased, but it was quite a bit larger than my room at... my parents house.
I went into the hall bathroom and started getting ready for bed. It was strange, I thought, that Jesse wasn't there with me. I was used to using the en suite in his room, and I felt lonely there all alone. It had been a long day, and I was in no mood to talk to Alannah; I just wanted to sleep the night away.
I stopped at the threshold of my new room and leaned on the door frame, looking into the very bare room. I soon felt a hand on my shoulder, and I placed my own hand on top.
"Come on Jamie, lets go," said Jesse softly.
"Oh, that's ok. I'll just sleep here."
He just smiled at me and didn't bother responding. He pulled my hand and walked to his room.
"Thanks Jess. I don't feel like being alone anymore."
"I'm getting used to having a warm body next to mine, anyway. You can stay in here as long as you need to. Its been a rough weekend for you."
I mumbled my thanks around my yawn and I sank into the bed, comforted by the presence of Jesse beside me. Sleep was, thankfully, dreamless that night and I woke bright and early the next morning.
When I looked at the clock and saw it was only 6:00 (yeah, I'm a really early riser.) I decided to do something I hadn't done in almost a week: go running. I ran nearly every day and I could really feel the difference after not running for so long. I padded quietly to my room and grabbed a pair of running shorts, sneakers and a t-shirt. I left a note on the bed-side table and softly walked down the stairs and out into the street.
It was one of those mornings that makes you feel good to be alive. The air was crisp and cool, and the sun was just peaking out from the horizon. I turned on my iPod and went jogging for a solid hour.
By the time I got home, everybody was up and about and I was sore - really sore. My bruises were just now starting to fade and they ached after the exercise. Still, it was a good hurt and I felt on top of my game as I stepped into the kitchen for some breakfast.
"How was the run," asked Susan. She was glad, I think, to see me look so happy.
"Oh, it was amazing! Thanks for breakfast, by the way," I said from around a mouthful of yogurt.
"No problem."
"Phew, what stinks?" came a taunting voice from behind me. "Did nobody ever tell you to shower after exercise?"
I blushed deeply, even though it was only a joke, and I promptly excused myself from breakfast, punching Jesse on my way out.
I showered, quickly for once, and went over to the suitcases in my room. It was another one of those strangely odd moments; I had worn a uniform every weekday of my life for the past 11 years and so I was not used to picking out my clothes in the morning. I struggled with a desire to remain unnoticed at school and a desire to look good in my clothes. Vanity won out and I picked out a pair of dark-wash Diesel jeans and a form-fitting white Versace t-shirt that had been a gift from Jesse for my last birthday. I performed my ablutions as quickly as I knew how, straightening my hair with alarming speed, and I dashed down the stairs with just enough time to finish my breakfast that I had abandoned.
When it came time for Jesse and I to leave the house, I suddenly became very nervous. It would be the first time I had to deal with anyone but Jesse and his family since that fateful night. Ever the watchful friend, Jesse smiled at me reassuringly.
"Just stick with me, you'll be fine."
"I know, but it is so...weird," I sighed, unable to convey my feelings. It wasn't just the loss of my parents, it was the loss of my entire life. 16 years with those people, 12 years at that school all gone in the blink of an eye. I shook my head, trying to rid myself of those thoughts. Thoughts that would only make me upset.
"Hey, come on," Jesse called getting into his car. I got in the front seat and Jesse spent the drive explaining how the day would work at school. I was to go the office, which was expecting me, and they would provide me with my schedule and text books. Jesse was more of an arts student, while I preferred math and science, so I wasn't sure how many classes together. It would be a good thing, later on, to have some time apart but those first few days would be tough to face alone.
Before long, Jesse had pulled into the school parking lot and we stepped out the car. I had visited him and his friends on a number of occasions at the school, but it didn't look any less intimidating than if I had never set foot in it before.
I'd be lying if I said that it was a terrible day, because it wasn't, but it was another exhausting one. It was just one long conversation, surrounded people I didn't know who all wanted to either talk to me or see how I would disrupt the hierarchy of the school. It started out as well as I could have hoped under the circumstances.
"Hey Jamie," called a voice from somewhere in the throng of people milling around in the school yard. I turned to see a tall boy with wavy black hair walking towards me.
"Matt, how are you?" I asked, genuinely glad to see him. Of all the people I had me through Jesse, Matt was one of the few I would hang out with when Jesse wasn't around.
"Oh, same old, same old. You?"
"Oh, I'm surviving," I laughed. He glanced briefly at my still bruised face but either he had the sense to recognize he shouldn't push the matter or, more likely, Jesse had warned him not to ask too many questions.
"Well, it will be great having you here with us. Come on, Liz and Ben are waiting for you."
"Waiting," I arched my eyebrow. "Apparently my arrival wasn't the surprise it was supposed to be."
"Jesse sort of filled us in on the situation." My eyes darkened when he said that but he was quick to clarify. "Oh, no details. Just that you would be coming to school here and living with him. Hurry up!"
I gratefully dropped the subject and followed him into the school where, somehow, they had managed to secure me a locker next to theirs. Ben, Liz and Matt were virtually inseparable but I had never felt unwelcome around them. I had met them through Jesse, but they were as much my friends as his and we often spent time together.
"Oh my god, Jamie!" said Liz, running up to me. I cringed, awaiting the expected questions, but Matt shot her a dirty look and she blushed. "It's so great to see you here," she continued smoothly.
"Yeah, it should be fun," I replied, doing my best to sound enthusiastic. They may not have said anything, and I doubt Jesse would have, but they weren't fools. They knew I was gay, and they knew of my relationship with my parents. Still, I was grateful for their normal behavior. Liz looked about to burst with the unasked questions - she was born to be a worrisome mother - but she held her tongue in check. After the initial rush of coming into school, and the ensuing comfort in the presence of friends, came the onslaught. I got several versions of 'hello' from acquaintances and plenty of stares from people I had never met. Apparently, a well-dressed (forgive my modesty, please) guy with a beat-up face, whom they had never seen before, hanging out with some of the most popular people at the school was cause for excitement. It was a good deal larger than my old school, but it was still small enough that a newcomer couldn't go unnoticed for long.
Every school has that one group of kids - jocks, usually - that feel the need to make life hell for everyone else around them but I was fortunate enough to slip past their radar on that first day. I had heard stories, though, and I would come to know them all too intimately in due course.
I chatted with Ben, a dark beauty if there ever was one, and a good friend of mine, for the few minutes before the bell rang. I had always wondered about his sexuality and his light, silky brown skin caught my eye as he walked away, and not for the first time. When the first bell rang, I wove my way through the crowded hall and made my way to the front office where Jesse was waiting for me with a middle-aged woman.
"Hello Jamie, I'm Barbara Stone."
"Hi, er, Ms. Stone. It's a pleasure."
"Haha," she chuckled. "It's nice to meet you as well. Jesse has told me a bit about your situation and we have everything arranged for you. He was very adamant," she paused to give him a strangely... affectionate?... glare, "that you be placed in his homeroom class. You'll be alright if he shows you around, then?"
"Certainly, ma'am," I replied. She was one of those rare teachers who exuded authority at the same time as giving of a kind, gentle vibe. Jesse grabbed a couple of my books and started walking out of the office, motioning for me to follow.
"Jamie," called Ms. Stone as I turned to leave.
"Yes?"
"If you ever need anything or have any trouble with something, just come and let me know. OK?"
I smiled gratefully at her. "Sure thing."
"Also," she began, stopping for a moment, as if hesitant to continue. "I am the school counselor, as well as principle, and if you ever need anything, don't hesitate to come and talk."
I was mildly taken aback by that, but I was also very grateful. She seemed like a kind woman and if I ever felt compelled to 'see someone' then she seemed like a good choice.
"Uh, thanks. I better run."
I waved to her as I left, running after Jesse. He asked if I had found my locker and then quickly ushered me off to class. I walked in cautiously, my head surreptitiously turned to the side in an effort to divert attention from myself. No such luck was to be had, however. "Ah, you must be Jamie White," said the large balding man I assumed to be the teacher. "Stay up front a minute, would you? I want to introduce you to the class."
"Oh, thanks Mr..."
"Baldwin," he supplied.
"Mr. Baldwin. It really is not necessary, I'll just go and grab a seat."
"Nonsense," he boomed loudly. "Class, this is Jamie White, who has just transferred here from Elmwood School."
"Hi," I waved lamely at the class. Why did I have to be there, at the center of attention. I started walking towards the chair next to Jesse before he could make me say anything else. I didn't normally have a problem with public speaking, but I wanted nothing more than to be left alone by these people.
"Nice face," called one voice from a corner, commenting on my bruises. I gave the plain-looking boy a flat stare.
"Why thank you for noticing," I remarked dryly. Sarcasm was a tool that I could put to devastating effect, but I refrained from antagonizing him further. The class all laughed and he blushed deeply.
"Who's that?" I asked Jesse, sitting down.
"Him? Peter Trent, but don't worry about him, he's harmless. He just likes to be the center of attention. Class-clown and all that."
I started to speak, but the second bell rang loudly and we were forced to split up for first class. Comparing our schedules, we only had a few classes a week together.
The morning passed surprisingly quickly. I soon discovered that Matt, Liz and I had most classes together and they did their utmost to ensure I felt comfortable.
Lunch hour, however, dragged by slowly. I sat, and felt welcome, with Matt, Liz, Ben and Jesse but I still felt like a stranger. We knew and liked each other, but they had been eating lunch together for years and I was unused to the group dynamic. I didn't feel left out, per se, but it was definitely awkward at first. About half an hour into lunch a boy I recognized - Ryan - walked over to our table and, with hardly a glance in my direction, asked Jesse if he could help him with some homework. Jesse looked at me questioningly and I gave a barely perceptible nod in his direction. Ryan and I had never seen eye to eye and although we weren't hostile towards one another, there was definitely a coolness between us. I knew Jesse liked him, though, and I did my best to be polite when we were together. I didn't see him very often because he lived some distance outside of town but I guess that was going to be changing now.
"You feeling alright?" Liz asked when they had left. She was a very observant person.
"Yeah, don't worry I'll be fine. It's just such a big change so quickly. At least I'm not a total new kid."
"Yeah, you know us," said Matt, jabbing his thumb into his chest proudly.
"Oh, lucky you," laughed Ben, slapping Matt on the head. I laughed along with him, and the rest of lunch passed nicely. We skirted around the issue we were all thinking about, but we had a good time. I left for my afternoon classes feeling better than I had in ages -or what seemed like ages, at least - and I also left carrying around an image of a laughing Ben in my mind. I shook my head, as if to physically shake out the thoughts, but they persisted at the back of my mind. I joined Jesse inside for our English lesson and, before I knew it, school was over.
We said our goodbyes, and I promised that I would hang out with them more often now that I was going to school with them. Supper was pleasant and afterwards Jesse and I did our homework. I was feeling tired, but good, when I decided to go to bed but after I had said goodnight to everyone and turned out my light, I started a downward spiral. It all came back, vividly, and all I could do was replay the event over and over in my mind.
Faggot...worthless...need help.
I eventually managed to pull out of my thoughts long enough to get up and go back to Jesse's room. I hated being dependant on him, but I needed the comfort of having him beside me. Without knocking, I pushed the door of his room open and he gave a start. Through the tears, I didn't really notice but I would later blush right down to my toes when he told me why he jumped. I padded over and climbed into the bed next to him. I immediately felt better as he put his arm over me, though I still silently cried myself to sleep.
The rest of the week was really just a repeat of Tuesday. I got up, feeling wonderful, and I went for a long run before going to school. At school, I really made very little effort to expand my social horizons that first week, although I did become much more comfortable around my little group of friends. As I spent more and more time around them, my feelings - if the can be called that - for Ben started to intensify. I had no idea if he was gay or straight, though he was one of the few who knew I was gay, and I had not even jacked off since leaving home but I found his face popping into my head at the most inappropriate times. I don't know if he sensed anything, but I was pretty sure Liz had noticed my lingering glances.
After much coercion from Jesse and Matt, I finally went to the head of the athletic department and inquired about running for their cross country team. I was scheduled to come to the next practice so they could see how I did.
I finally did call Alannah but it did not go as well as I had hoped. She was very curious about why I had been kicked out, and she was frustrated when I wouldn't tell her. Like I said, she was a forceful personality with strong opinions and I had no desire to come out to her. We finally hung up and I couldn't help shake the feeling that more trouble would come from this. She was a really good friend, but I knew she would never change no matter how much I wanted her to. I had long ago resigned myself to that, but it hurt to think I might lose her now.
Nights had also become a source of great distress for me, and each night I ended up crying myself to sleep in Jesse's bed. He asked me if I wanted to talk about it be he didn't push the issue - Jesse never pushed - but I could see he was getting worried. I wanted to talk, to let it all out but it felt like I might be swallowed up by it all if I didn't keep it under control.
Finally Friday came around, though the school day dragged by. I couldn't wait for the weekend to come and I could just relax.
"Hey, guys," called Ben to Jesse and I as we headed to his car after school.
"Hi Ben," I replied.
"Matt's parent's are out of town this weekend and he is having a party over at his house tonight, whaddya think?"
"I'm not sure..." Jesse began at the same time I said, "Sure, sounds great."
Ben laughed, and Jesse turned to look at me with a questioning look. I nodded to him, and he turned back to Ben.
"Sure Ben, we'll come. What time?"
"I think he's invited people for 8:00."
"Alright, see you there," I said.
"You sure you're up for it, Jamie?" Jesse asked me worriedly as he drove home.
"Yes," I replied. "I think it will be good to get out and have some fun. Unless you'd prefer I stay home and weep all night."
"Of course not it's just that..." he trailed off.
"I know, Jess," I said gently. "I will deal with this, I promise, just not right now."
Dave and Susan both thought it was a good idea for me to get out with some friends and try to enjoy myself a bit. Lily had the same reaction as Jesse, but she assured me that she would make sure nothing happened. Apparently this was a big party; if seniors had been invited.
After dinner was over Lily and I began to get ready for the party. Jesse just rolled his eyes at us and played his guitar while we ran about frantically trying to make ourselves presentable. I wasn't a terribly feminine guy, but I spent a lot of time on my appearance. I didn't wear any obvious makeup, but I straightened my hair and spent a good 20 minutes trying to style it. I tried on several different outfits, and eventually on a pair of white denim jeans and a tight shirt that was black cloth in the front with red mesh for the sleeves and back. I didn't like wearing clothes that might provoke questions about my sexuality, but I also liked to dress up for parties and go a bit wild.
When Lily and I were finally ready to go, we all piled into Jesse's car and made the short drive to Matt's house. I stepped out of the car, laughing, with nothing on my mind but having a blast that evening. Unfortunately, as I walked towards the front door, Jason, my brother, stepped out of the house. I froze in my tracks and I vaguely felt someone holding on to my arms tightly. I wasn't there; I was transported back to that afternoon. I heard myself screaming, I heard him calmly telling me what a worthless faggot I was. I felt every blow he landed on me, I felt his foot connect solidly with my abdomen.
As my mind struggled to be in two places at once, my present self watched the scene, feeling sick. Jason started walking towards me, an evil grin on his face. I felt Jesse leave my side and stride forcefully over to Jason. Jesse was not an aggressive person, and I gaped as he slammed my brother - no, Jason - into the side of a car.
"You son of a bitch," he said, almost too softly for me to here.
"Shove off, Harper," he snarled, pushing back. "You leave the fa.."
I saw a punch connect with the side of his face. I knew I should want to chastise Jesse, but I felt myself hoping he would beat the shit out of him.
"I don't think daddy would be too happy if you let the cat out of the bag," Jesse replied, apparently calm. Jason did seem to falter, but teenage bravado dictated that he not relent so easily. He started to speak, but he trailed off quickly as he saw Matt and another boy I didn't recognize come up to stand beside Jesse.
"Get out of here, asshole. Last warning," Jesse said, shaking with a tightly leashed rage.
"Yeah, who invited you anyways?" asked Matt, looking a tad guilty. Jason looked about to spit nails, but he just slinked away with someone waiting on the sidewalk for him.
"Jamie!" I heard a chorus of voices call, as they all turned to face me. I was still holding on to Lily, but I did my best to smile weakly.
"Are you ok?" asked Jesse, still shaking but sounding more familiar.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," blurted Matt.
"Who was that," asked the newcomer.
"Shoo, all of you," said Lily protectively, waving her hands imperiously at the guys in front of us. "Come on Jamie, let's head home."
"I just need...I need a drink," I said firmly. I pulled away from Lily, and motioned for them to follow me. Jesse frowned at me, Matt tried to apologize again, and the newcomer looked at me with a funny look in his eyes. I sighed. Why did I have to explain everything now?
"Matt, I know what these parties are like, and I know you didn't invite him. Don't sweat it, Ok?"
"Yeah, but it was my..."
"Ok?" I repeated, raising my voice. He smiled faintly and nodded.
"That lovely character," I said, turning to the one I didn't know, "was my darling brother."
"Oh, why... never mind. I'm Dorian, by the way."
"Thanks for coming over here, Dorian. I'm Jamie."
"Well, come on in and we can get properly introduced," he smiled at me disarmingly. I agreed, smiling, and started after him and Matt. I felt an arm tug me back though. I sighed and turned to face Jesse and Lily who were wearing identical faces of concern.
"Thank you," I said quickly, before they could speak. "You were really scary!" I tried to lighten the air, but Jesse just frowned at me.
"Jamie," he said slowly. "How can you just go on like nothing happened."
"Yeah, Jamie, you really should take it easy," came Lily's voice.
"I can go on because I have no other choice," I snapped. "I can go on, and try to have a bit of drunken fun, or I can go home with Lily and cry my eyes out. God knows I do enough of that already!"
They looked at me, stunned expressions on my face. I think I could count the times I had snapped at Jesse on my fingers, and he now looked hurt as well as worried.
"Look," I said more gently. "What would you have me do? I can't live my life a total wreck. I have to move on and not let them ruin anymore of my life. Come on in."
I walked towards the house and, after a couple seconds, heard footsteps behind me. I knew this conversation wasn't over, but I wasn't about to have it here. I opened the door and stepped into the hot, loud party inside.
I was immediately offered a drink by a very drunk Ben who was dancing within a few inches of me. I accepted the proffered bottle and quickly moved, so as to not tempt myself with Ben. He smiled seductively, or at least that's what it looked like, and moved away to go and dance with some people I didn't know. I lost Jesse quickly in the chaotic atmosphere and went to find a glass for my drink. I finally made it to the kitchen where I mixed a quick Fuzzy Navel. I had just turned to leave the kitchen when a smiling face appeared beside me.
"Hey Jamie," came Dorian's mellifluous voice. "Come grab a seat."
He grabbed my hand and dragged me over to a small bench in a corner of the kitchen.
"Dorian," I smiled.
"You made it in then," he laughed.
"Yeah, I convinced them. So, how do you know Matt?"
"Oh, my mom used to babysit him all the time. I don't see him as much anymore, him being a sophomore, but we go way back. You're Jesse's friend, right?"
"Yeah, that's right."
"It's great to finally meet you; he talks about you a lot," Dorian said, laughing. "A lot."
"Haha, yeah, people get frustrated with us sometimes for that. It'll probably ease up now that I go to school with you guys. I'm really sorry, but I have to ask. I'm sure you get this all the time, but are your parents Oscar Wilde fans?"
He cocked his head at me, his pale blue eyes looking into my much icier ones. Then he laughed. "Well, I've had a professor or two ask me before." I blushed slightly. I sometimes forgot my eccentricities.
"But yeah," he said seriously. "I was named after Dorian Gray."
"A man so beautiful he captivated those around him," I said, as much to myself as anyone. When he gave me that look again, I blushed a deep crimson and silently cringed. It was not exactly something a straight guy would say.
"Why thank you for noticing," he remarked casually. I let out a sigh of relief.
It was an extremely enjoyable night and I talked for a long time with Dorian. We eventually got separated by the crowds, but I had moved from cocktails to straight tequila and I found myself dancing with Ben. The details are a bit foggy in my mind, but I do remember that Jesse eventually found me, wasted, and told me that we were spending the night. He wandered off to find Matt, and I turned back to the makeshift dance floor. Ben was looking at me with a look I definitely did not recognize in his eyes. His hip movements - mimicking the ones from when I first arrived - were captivating my eyes. I began to sweat, and it wasn't from the heat.
When he first turned heel and walked off the dance floor, I feared I had made a terrible mistake. However, when I followed after him, he turned to give me a sultry smile over his shoulder. I was now very drunk and very horny - remember, it had been over a week since I last jacked off - and my mind sort of switched off. I followed him up the stairs, looking back at the crowd to see if we were being watched. Everybody was too preoccupied with the party, and we would not be missed.
I followed Ben into the spare bedroom and shut the door behind me. I turned to face him and felt my shoulders hit the door loudly. I felt his lips on mine, and he gave me a fiery kiss. I was totally out of it, as the near-empty tequila bottle attested to, but I still knew that my recent fantasies were about to come true and I was determined to enjoy it.
There was nothing romantic about it; nothing sensual. It was hot and sweaty and god, did it feel good at the time. Ben pulled his mouth off mine, biting a bit as he did so, and he began pulling my shirt over my head. I quickly followed suit, pausing for only a moment to admire his silky skin. Once his shirt was lying discarded on the floor, he gave that heart-stopping look with his eyes, as he dropped to his knees in front of me. He pulled off my jeans and boxers in one smooth motions, releasing my rock hard cock. He pushed me back into the door and dropped his sweet, pouty red lips onto my cock. I gave a shudder as he ran his tongue along the head of my cock, but I had no time to savor the sensation. He then took it deeper into his mouth, sucking me while the brought his hand up to fondle my balls and the base of my shaft.
It wasn't long before my breathing became ragged and I started to buck my hips in rhythm with his mouth. He then brought his whole mouth up to the head of my throbbing cock and I let out a rather loud moan. After a week of abstinence, my orgasm was explosive and I shot my load right into his mouth. He sucked me until I was dry and I felt weak at the knees. Weak-kneed or not, I was absorbed in the moment, and I deftly dropped to the floor, spinning him around until his back was up against the wall. I pulled off his jeans and, for the first time ever, I went down on another guy. I really don't know if I was any good or not, but remembering what he had just done to me, I started to bring my tongue over his whole cock. I paid special attention to the head, and soon I felt him responding to my mouth with his hips. He put his hand on the back of my head and pushed me further onto his shaft. I went as deep as I could, and as I closed my throat around the head of his erection, I felt him give a small twitch and shoot his cum into my open throat. I swallowed it all and licked him clean, looking up into his eyes.
I staggered to my feet, and we both got dressed. We were far too drunk for there to be any tension, but in the absence of lust, his eyes seemed less sultry and more glassy. I pulled my shirt onto my head but before I could go any further, I swayed and collapsed onto the bed, out like a light.
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