First Flush - a story by Outlaw
First Flush
Beat That My Heart Skipped
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"DUDE!" Raghav exclaimed with feigned horror as he entered my bedroom... the exasperated gasp of disbelief accompanied with his familiar exaggerated harlequinade - dramaric gesticulation and rolling eyes.
And as usual, he looked distractingly gorgeous that morning -- beige flannels, electric-blue polo, and a light jacket against the October mid-morning nip -- instantly setting off my pulse... awakening that familiar tingle deep in my gut.
"Chittu!" he pouted shutting the door and walking over to the bed where I sat propped, reading, "How could you!"
"Eww..." I grimaced, giving him a disapproving look, "told you, don't call me that, yuk!"
"Awww..." he drawled, grinning wickedly as he took off and threw away the jacket, plonking down on the bed beside me, "but you're so adorably cute, especially now, laid up in bed and all that."
I let out an irritable snort as I looked away... yes, I hated it when he called me Chittu, and yes, that tingle had grown, and spread, with the proximity, the radiating warmth... and his intoxicating, naturally fresh pine scent...
"Besides, Chitransh, it's too much of a mouthful!" he added letting out a dramatic sigh, kicking off his loafers and climbing in, stretching out as he leaned back... his shoulder nudging me aside, making space for himself.
It's said 'Love' is for losers... for guys who can't get laid!
Probably...
But I know for sure Love has this uncanny habit of silently creeping up on you, unannounced and uncalled... leaving you overwhelmed and clueless... threatening to upset everything that had seemed so solid, so sure and secure...
Thus, 'Love' happened to me -- When? How? Why? Wherefore? -- I know not... but one fine day about a couple months after my thirteenth birthday, in ninth grade, I realised I was insanely in love with my best friend: Raghav - my bestie, my pal, my brother_-from-another-mother_... outrageously hilarious, super smart, staggeringly intelligent!
We had met in seventh grade... well, in the parking lot of the school on the first day of seventh grade.
After sixth, my dad moved... and suddenly I found myself FAR away from everything I had ever known... from the heart of a bustling metropolis to the tranquility of the emerald hills eternally cloaked in swirling mist.
The planter's bungalow - large and lavish, enwrapped in mist and mysteries - stood alone amidst its own sprawling grounds, nestled in green with spectacular views of the surrounding hills and tea gardens... and the distant Himalayan peaks.
It was a grandiose, leisured, and unhurried way of life... steeped in ceremonial sophistication of a bygone era!
And it was fun the first month and a half... but with summer fast approaching its end and a new school year looming, it finally hit me - we were here to stay, we weren't going home!
I was miserable, standing there staring up at the stately colonial era structure set amongst the beautiful lawns and gardens, amidst the towering pine forest, looking hopefully at my mother... hoping she'd take us back home - my real HOME...
I was miserable not so much for the city life I had left behind, or, the friends I grew up with... but my grandparents - my grandma and her oodles of love and indulgence, and my grandpa with his terrifyingly exciting tales of supposedly true ghosts from his childhood, and war stories from faraway islands!
"Hey, I'm Raghav!" a voice announced, making me turn.
Spiky haired, elfin cute and a self-assured, cocky grin -- the boy was about my height, slim and slender.
[And as I later found out, the same age too, eleven, our birthday a week apart]
"I'm new here, first day, seventh grade..." he further informed, the grin widening, the amazingly soft, brown eyes atwinkle.
"Hello, Raghav," responded my mother smiling at the boy, patting my shoulder as she added, "There, you've already made your first friend, and that too, same class!"
[His family too had moved to a neighbouring garden a couple months back]
"C'mon," he smiled at me, his arm quiet naturally slipping around my shoulder, "let's go!"
The rest, as they say, is history -- he led, I followed... he glowed, I wallowed!
He said, I listened... he decided, I acquiesced.
We lived about just over an hour apart (by road), but would make it in 45 mins if we took the tracks throught the gardens and woods... and by eighth grade we were inseparable, constantly together -- hiking, biking, exploring the surrounding woods, or simply lazing at each other's place, especially during vacations... spending lazy hours simply sprawled out under the dappled afternoon sunlight in the spacious, colonnaded wrap-around veranda, listening to the sounds of Nature, transported by the aroma of freshly baked goodies wafting along from the kitchen round the corner...
By tenth grade he had transformed -- tall, gracefully toned like a swimmer, gorgeously handsome and delightfully charming... with an endearing blend of sweet attachment to his parents, openly flaunting his adoration for his mother, and a mischievous cheeky, yet courteous deportment, that had all the grownups indulgently impressed.
But like the shifting mist and vapour enshrouding the woods and slopes -- away from adults, amongst peers, he was darkly enchanting and wickedly charming, faintly amoral and totally uninhibited... forever playful, yet frighteningly menacing when he chose to be that way!
And through all the growing up, the discoveries, the shifting tapestry of varied emotions... he was there by my side, like a rock, his reassuring arm forever wrapped firmly around my shoulders.
"We're like skillet and frying pan!" he often said with an impish grin whenever someone commented on us being constantly together, his arm around my shoulders.
"What's this with skillet and frying pan anyways, huh?" I had once asked him, noting the confused or blank stares that people gave him.
"Exactly!" he shot back, giving me one of his twinkly-eyed smoldering look, "Let them figure that out!"
And I simply couldn't even imagine life without him!
His warm, lithe frame pressed against me... his breath washing over the side of my visage as he turned his face, looking at me... was doing horribly weird things to me... my heartbeat rapid as I remained still, unmoving... my eyes staring blankly at the featureless ceiling above -- the tingle between my thighs now unbearable, dangerously close to causing an unwanted embarrassment...
"I messaged a dozen times..." he said, the voice a gentle whisper, "and you didn't even check. I called twice, the phone was switched off. I called again, this morning, your mom answered, told me you were unwell... fever, sore-throat..."
"HAH, nothing actually!" I sighed with exasperation, still staring at the ceiling, "I just foolishly happen to mention over dinner that my throat felt kinda sore, and hurt swallowing, and that's that, she immediately commandeered my phone and ordered me in bed, grounded for the rest of the week!"
Raghav guffawed, his whole body practically doubling up, "Man, you're mom's cool!"
"No, seriously, went on and on about last weekend... about staying out late, eating junk, 'No school doesn't mean you stay out the whole day, stop eating at home, no wonder you're sick now!"
He kept laughing...
"Shut up!" I finally snapped, elbowing his ribs.
"OW!" he groaned shoving back, still giggling, "Seriously, how could you?! And that too just before our planned trip this weekend!"
It was October, time for the final harvest of the year - autumnal flush - and the gardens were buzzing with activity. And with the upcoming Durga Puja just round the corner, there was festivity and excitement in the air - bazaars decked up, offers galore, fairs being organised practically in every other town... and with school out, we too were in a celebratory mood, had planned a weekend camping trip away from all the cacophony.
"Remember last Sunday," I said by way of explanation, "those two icecream at the fair ground? I think that did it..."
"You're always gorging on icecream, summer, monsoon, winter, early mornings, late nights..." he sniggered, "so how can a couple cones get you down, huh?"
I grunted but didn't bother to respond.
"Sore throat, huh?" he asked after a while.
"Uh-huh..."
"Hurts swallowing?"
"It did, last night..."
"Feverish?"
"Nah!"
"Mono!" he suddenly cried out in an excited tone, like it was his eureka moment.
"Mono?!" I exclaimed with shocked surprise.
"God, mono, of all the things!" he sighed with comic extravagance, "And I was gone for like just a minute or so, left you alone for a fleeting moment... and you go and kiss some random girl and contract mono!"
"Kiss?"
"Who did you kiss at the fair, eh?" he went on, "I keep saying you shouldn't go around kissing just about any and everyone!"
"I don't go around kissing anyone!" I gave an irritable snort, nudging him once more, making him yelp, "You're the one dating every hot girl in town, and all the towns nearby. You're the Casanova, the infamous serial kisser!"
"Infamous, huh?" he snickered, "Yup, I've dated a few girls... and yes, I did kiss a few too, though..." he paused for a moment before adding, "I never got to kiss the pair of lips I've always wanted to."
"Why not?" I grinned, "you never care about permission or approval..."
"In this case I do..."
"Well, go ahead and do it," I suggested, "kiss!"
"You think so?" he asked, rolling over on his side, facing me.
"Mono, huh!" I let out another snort not bothering to respond to his query, adding emphatically, "It takes about four to six weeks after exposure to feel the symptoms, so nothing happened at the fair!"
"Um, four to six weeks back it was just the two of us..." Raghav whispered softly, his lips almost brushing against my ear, "in fact, we had even gone camping one weekend, so you mean to say I gave it to you, huh?"
The words caught me totally off guard and as I turned my head to look at him, our nose tips almost touching, something in those soft, brown eyes made my heart skip a couple quick beats...
And as I lay there, stunned, staring at him, my pulse racing, Raghav reached up and place his right palm on my left cheek... slowly lifting his head off the pillow and leaning forward, brushing his lips against mine...
It was electrifying, and I let out an involuntary groan as a powerful jolt shot through my entire frame... my whole body going numb and insensate.
"Oh, how I've wanted to kiss and chew and taste these full, juicy red lips of yours for such a long time!" he whispered pulling back for a brief moment and then ground his mouth back over mine...
With eyes shut tight, ears buzzing, and my teen heart on rampage, I moaned... my left hand reaching up to grab his right arm for support...
His breath was intoxicating, his lips soft and insistent... doing wonders as they worked over my own pliant lips... his tongue tip repeatedly flicking out, taking quick, short licks... and his teeth, God, maddeningly ferocious as they nibbled and nipped my lips...
It was the first kiss of my life and I was breathless... wondering whether I'd go raving mad with joy, or simply pass out having Raghav chew on my lips, and as I let out another moan, he slipped in his tongue, sending another shudder down my spine.
His hand on my cheek now deserted its position, slowly moving down my quivering torso... lower... before slipping in under my t-shirt and crawling up... higher... the fingertips seeking out my nipple... gripping the engorged nub between his thumb and forefinger, gently tweaking, making me groan some more.
He shifted, both getting into a slightly more comfortable position, Raghav practically climbing over me... his groin flush against my pelvis, his thigh between my legs pressing down on my crotch... and I instantly realised that I was erect... painfully rigid... sensing his heat against my hip at the same instant, hard and hot...
He suddenly pulled back, and as I flicked my eyes open I saw him staring down at he, grinning - that same, self-assured, cocky grin!
"You're blushing!" he whispered, his eyes twinkling.
"And I have mono, according to you!" I retorted, looking up at him longingly.
"As long as you're part of the package, I'm okay with mono!" he quipped, once more lowering his mouth and pecking my parted lips.
I moaned, finally reaching up and grabbing a fistful of his thick, black mane, biting his lower lip as he urgently rubbed his crotch against my hip.
"Since when?" I asked tugging his head up, my heart still slamming, my breath still harsh, my cock flexing impatiently in its incommodious pouch.
"When what?" he asked.
"You've been wanting to kiss me..."
"Ever since the day I saw you in the school parking lot, whining and snivelling..." he stated, grinning, giving me another of his famed smoldering look... a look I was familiar with... a look that always set my stomach aflutter, made my knees go weak, "Six years now!"
"You were eleven!"
"Yes, and I was aware..."
"Of your sexuality?"
"Yup," he replied, adding, "as were you."
"So, why didn't you?"
"Waiting..."
"For what?"
"For you to say it... God, your eyes were saying it all the while, and yet, you never spoke a word!"
"So, why now?"
"Another four months and we're done with school," Raghav replied, "and though we've applied to all the same colleges, who knows if we'll get in together, and I didn't want you to go off with some random guy..."
"Marking your territory, huh?" I sniggered, feeling happy.
"Yup!" he laughed, glueing his lips back.
All this while his fingers never ceased toying with my nipples... raking them with his finger nails, tweaking the pointed nubs, or just circling the areolas, when abruptly his hand slid down... and I felt the cool air of the room caress my flesh as he tugged my t-shirt up, exposing my torso...
"And these yummy pink boy tits of yours," he let out a sigh pulling back his mouth and looking down at my chest, "God, how I've wanted to chew and nibble on them!"
I felt a shudder pass down my spine as a weird thrill filled me... just lying there, looking up at his handsome face...
"You know, each time I saw you shirt less, especially while out camping," he said, lowering his face and kissing the right nipple, making me squirm, "I just went crazy, dying to suck on them!"
"Aaah..." I moaned softly as he gripped the pointed tip between his teeth... gently tugging... his hand fluttering down once more, reaching directly between my thighs, covering my aroused crotch.
"Nnghhh..." I let out a moan of protest, my pelvis swaying high... yes, coy at being touched.
But Raghav wasn't paying any attention, his mouth busy moving between my right and left tit... his hand drawing up before slipping past the waistband of my shorts, going right inside my briefs... the fingers riffling through my pubes before curling around the thick base and dragging my cock up, out of the snug pouch... caressing the rigid, throbbing shaft...
"Mmm..." he chuckled sloppily between chewing my left nipple, "seems its not just your name, other bits and pieces of you too are a mouthful!"
The words felt weirdly elating, and also a wee bit embarrassing, making me blush... while the touch, the caress felt frightfully exhilarating, making me spread my thighs wider as I ground up, gasping... pushing at his shoulders, forcing him to relinquish my nipple as I grunted out, "And what about you?"
"Check it out for yourself!" he grinned down at me in reply, the eyes twinkling fiercely, before once more gluing his mouth over mine, slipping in his tongue... his fingers squeezing my shaft as he continued to stroke me.
And as I lay there, groaning under him, I felt him take my left hand and shove it past his already undone fly... right inside his boxers!
I had barely wrapped my fingers around what was clearly an extremely healthy appendage... sizzling hot and flexing... when there was a soft knock on my bedroom door...
"Baba, your soup is ready," we heard our maid call out from beyond the closed door, "ma'am wants you to come to the dinning room."
"Your ma's soup?" Raghav asked pulling back his mouth, his hand still holding me, still stroking.
I nodded, still breathless... gasping.
"Make that two," Raghav called out, finally releasing my cock, "I also want soup!"
We heard the maid giggle, "Raghav baba, I've set the table for both of you!"
"Thank you!" he hollered rolling off me.
As I walked out of the bathroom I saw him opening the bedroom door...
"Won't you wash your hands, huh?" I asked.
"What for?"
"You're going to eat..."
"Yup, soup, with a spoon!" he grinned.
"Still..."
He closed the door and turned around, "Oh, you mean we touched each other's dick therefore we need to wash our hands, huh?"
I didn't bother to reply.
"Dude, I plan to put that thing between your legs in my mouth tonight," he said, giving one of his impish grins, "so, will you stop kissing me after that, or would you want me to srcub my mouth with industrial grade detergent?!"
"Shut up!" I snapped.
"No, serious," he continued, coming over to where I stood, "we just exchanged a bucket load of saliva, did you brush and gargle just now?"
"Eww..." I grimaced, "you make it sound so gross!"
"Gross, uh?" he simpered, "didn't seem that way while you were slobbering away!"
"Just shut up and let's go..." I said heading for the door.
"Keep the french-window open, I'll come after dinner." he said as I reached for the door knob.
"After dinner?" I gasped, horrified, pausing, "Through the woods in the dark? It'll be freezing outside!"
"Then ask me to stay over!" he whispered passing his hand around my waist and pulling me close.
"Stop!" I gasped, the tingle once more surging.
"Ask me..."
"Stay..." I mumbled, quickly turning away, opening the door.
We had just finshed our soup when mom walked in...
"It's delicious!" Raghav announced looking at her, giving her his special smile, "Thank you!"
"You're welcome, Raghav!" mom smiled back, adding, "Why don't you stay over for lunch?"
"Oh, I'd love that, thank you so much!" he smiled some more, my heart suddenly beating fast, "In fact, if it's not a bother, I'd like to stay over, you know, with you grounding Chitransh, and taking away his phone..." he paused, leaving the sentence unfinshed.
My mother laughed, "Sure, stay... but no sitting up late, chatting on your phone!"
"Absolutely!" Raghav pledged, his hand over his heart, "Thank you!"
~ The End
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