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Judgment Error 26 by: Chip Dyp (chipdyp@hotmail.com)
Ian looked at his ceiling and sighed aloud. Another attempt to have sex, another dismal failure and another panic attack. "How long will David put up with a cock tease like me?"
Ian rolled on his side and looked at David's picture. He gently reached out and touched the glass. It was cool to the touch, but he left his fingers there for several seconds. He sighed once more and rolled onto his other side. He didn't even get to cuddle with David tonight.
After an hour of tossing and turning, he slipped out of the bed and walked into the living room. If he couldn't sleep, he could watch a little TV. He pushed the power button and quickly turned the volume down. Ian slowly flipped through the channels looking for something to watch. There was not much on TV at midnight.
Eventually he stopped on the Discovery channel. The sex files was on. Ian put the remote control down and sat back as Gisel Della Chiara began talking about dating and sexual signals on The Sex Files. It was an okay episode, and she was fairly hot, but it wasn't holding his attention until Gisel started talking about how alcohol lowers inhibitions.
"Studies have shown that women who have had more than three drinks are more likely to engage in casual sex than women who haven't had a drink," Gisel said in her sensual voice. "They are also more likely to engage in unsafe sexual behaviours."
"But they are having sex," Ian said to the television. He leaned forward as Gisel continued to talk about how alcohol is in some cases a social lubricant. A plan began to form as he shut off the TV and turned out the lights. He'd give himself one more chance and then he would try out his idea. Content in the knowledge that he had figured out a solution to his problem, Ian closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
"Hey beautiful," David said. He ushered Ian into the house and closed the door before all the hot air escaped into the cold night. "Did you plug in your car?"
"Yeah, I want the car to start this time."
David smiled and took Ian's coat as Ian struggled with his boots. He hung the coat up in the closet and giggled as Ian hopped around on one foot. "This isn't funny."
"Well, if you'd tie your boots properly..."
"I do tie my boots properly, thank you very much."
"Okay then. I'll be upstairs in my room, when you get your boot off come on up." David walked up the stairs and sat down at his desk. It didn't take long for Ian to get up to the room.
"There was a knot in the lace," Ian said trying to suppress a smile.
"Sure." David giggled. He walked over to Ian and pushed the door closed. "So, how was supper."
"Oh, you know. The usual."
David kissed Ian tentatively and sighed as Ian wrapped his arms his waist. "That's good."
"Supper or the kiss?"
"Both." David kissed Ian again and let his hand drift down Ian's chest.
"And how was your supper?"
"Leftovers."
"Ahhh, good or bad?" Ian asked.
"All right." Ian kissed David and pulled him close. David let out a little groan as Ian sucked on his bottom lip. "We'd better stop. Rob and the others are gonna be here anytime."
"Why are you worried?"
"I just don't want to start something we can't finish."
Ian let go of David and turned to look at his desk. "All right." Ian's voice wavered a bit, but David didn't notice. "So, um, are you getting ready for that test in computer science?"
"Yeah, I've started studying. Have you?"
"No." Ian didn't know what to say. He heard the doorbell ring and was relieved when David went downstairs to answer the door. In his mind he heard David say "I just don't want to start something we can't finish" over and over and over again. He stepped out of David's bedroom and into the bathroom. He closed the bathroom door and tried not to break down crying.
After about five minutes, David came upstairs calling Ian's name. When he knocked on the bathroom door, Ian looked at the door. "Hey Ian. You in there?"
"Yeah, I'll be right down." Ian said. He was losing David. He was getting sick of Ian being a cock tease. Ian washed his face with cold water and steadied himself. He put on a fake smile, and stepped out of the bathroom and walked down the stairs to the family room. He could hear his friends laughing, joking and teasing each other.
Pausing briefly, Ian stepped into the living room. "Hey, Will."
Will looked up and smiled. "Hay is for horses, or hasn't Mr. Taffan drilled that into your head yet?"
"No, I haven't learned my lesson yet, and I never will." Ian sat down on the couch beside Jennifer and grabbed a handful of popcorn. "I still can't believe we're all in the same computer class."
"Neither can my mom," Rob said. He smiled at Ian and tossed a kernel into the air before catching it in his mouth. "My mom thinks that someone in the office made a tragic error."
Jennifer smacked Rob and glared at him as he tossed another kernel into the air. "I know your mother taught you to eat properly."
"Yes ma'am." Rob said.
David sat down on the floor in front of Ian and looked back at Rob. "She's got you well trained."
"Yeah, well you guys are lucky. Neither of you get PMS once a month." Rob said.
"No doubt," Will said.
Erin's mouth opened wide before she put her hands on her hips and said, "Excuse me?"
Jennifer's response was more direct. She smacked Rob across the chest and crossed her arms.
"What I meant..." Will started to explain his error when Erin cut him off.
"I'd just keep quiet, Will. You have a poor track record when you try to explain yourself."
"Yes dear."
"And you two smirking boys can just keep quiet." Jennifer said, looking across at Ian and David.
Ian smiled and looked over at Jennifer. "I'm not gonna say a word. I like being alive, thank you very much."
"I second that thought."
"So, what did you guys rent?" Ian asked. He wrapped his legs around David's chest and squeezed gently.
"Coyote Ugly, and for the cutest gay couple in school, The Broken Heart's Club."
"See, we are the cutest gay couple," David said. He tilted his head back and looked up at Ian.
"We're the only gay couple," Ian replied. He pulled the hair out of David's eyes and smiled down at his boy friend.
"You guys don't know that," Erin said. "For all you know, there are a bunch of guys in the closet."
"Probably, but that would also mean that they likely don't have a boyfriend," Ian said.
"I guess."
"Well, let's start the movies. I wanna get home before the weather gets really bad," Will said.
"You just wanna get home so that you and Erin can do the mattress mambo," David said.
"Oh, and Ian isn't staying the night with you?"
"And your point is?"
"Like you and Ian aren't gonna be sweating up the sheets when everyone is gone."
"Wouldn't you like to know."
"All right, boys. Put your penises away and start the movie," Erin said. She wrapped her arm around Will and hugged him tightly.
While the movies played, Ian thought about everything. He thought about how much he truly loved David. His smile, his eyes, and his horrible sense of humour were all things that Ian loved. David was so beautiful, and was everything that Ian wanted in a boyfriend. So why couldn't he do it? Why couldn't he allow David to make love to him?
Ian was still thinking about David and his desire to give himself to his boyfriend when the second movie ended. He let David up and followed his friend's to the door. They six teens joked and laughed as Rob, Erin, Jennifer, and Will got dressed. Rob snuck out first and started the van before hurrying back into the house. "Fuck, it's colder than hell out there. You plug your car in, Ian?"
"Yeah, and the extension cord is even plugged into the house."
Rob laughed and rubbed his hands together. "You don't mind if we let the car warm up a bit before we head out?"
"No, get out now." David said. He smiled and sat down on the stairs beside Ian. "There's no big hurry to get you guys out of the house."
"It doesn't take you more than a couple minutes to cum, huh?"
"More like a couple hours. You see Will, I have more control than you'll ever have."
"Right. Like I believe that."
Ian listened to the conversation and tried to keep smiling. It was hard listening to his boyfriend talking about sex when they weren't having any. Did David feel the need to lie about his sexual exploits with Ian? He hadn't actually said that he and Ian had sex, but how long was it before he took that step.
"You can believe what you want. Only I know the truth."
"All right boys, that's enough." Erin said. She looked over at Jennifer and shook her head. "Why do boys feel the need to brag about their sexual prowess?"
"Beats me. I've cured Rob of that nasty habit."
"Oh, how?"
"I can't brag if I want to keep enjoying Jennifer's company. The admiration of the boys in the locker room is nowhere near as good as spending some quality time with my babe." Rob said. He squeezed Jennifer's arm and kissed her on the lips.
"I think I'm gonna have to implement a similar policy," Erin said. She took Will's arm and kissed him on the cheek when he pouted. "But we should get going so these two fine boys can go have some fun." She looked at Ian and David and smiled. "Night boys."
"Night. You two have fun," David said. He took Ian's hand and kissed it gently.
Ian and David watched as Erin, Jennifer, Rob and Will walked out into the cold night air. When the door closed behind them, David squeezed Ian's hand and smiled at his boyfriend. He frowned when he noticed Ian's expression. "What's wrong babe?"
Ian shook his head and smiled. "Nothing. I was just thinking."
"About what?"
"Stuff."
David pulled Ian into his arms and hugged him gently. Ian tensed up for a moment before melting into his arms. "What kind of stuff?" David whispered. He kissed Ian on the neck and squeezed for just a second.
"It's nothing." Ian shook his head and looked down at his feet.
"Something's bothering you, babe. What's the matter?"
"Don't worry about it. I'm fine." Ian kissed David tentatively and then sunk into the kiss. The boys kissed for several seconds before David pulled away.
"You're so beautiful," David whispered. He pulled a hair out of Ian's eyes and smiled. Slowly he leaned forward until his head touched Ian's. Ian let out a little giggle, and smiled.
"What have I done to deserve you?"
David kissed Ian on the nose, and took his hand again. "Come on. I wanna show you something."
"I've already seen it," Ian said. He smiled and giggled again. "And it's very beautiful."
"Not that," David said. He smiled and squeezed Ian's hand. "Something else."
Ian followed David up to the room, and sat down on the bed while David dug around in his closet. "So, what am I gonna be looking at?"
"This." David unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to the ground. Ian started laughing uncontrollably as David modelled a pair of Superman Funderoos. "So, what do you think?"
"Oh my God. Those are so cute." Ian smiled as David pulled off his shirt and spun around so he could get a good look. "Where did you get them?"
"I found a store that sells them in adult sizes, so I bought a couple pair."
"Ahhh."
"I also got you a couple pair." David held up a pair of white underwear with red trim. Ian smiled as he flipped them over to see Spiderman emblazoned on both sides.
"These are so cool. Close your eyes and I'll try them on."
"All right." David closed his eyes as Ian began changing into the tiny white briefs.
When he was done, Ian pulled off his shirt and socks. "All right, you can open your eyes."
David opened his eyes and smiled. "They are so cute! I thought they'd look good on you, but I wasn't sure that you'd look that good."
Ian blushed and looked down at his feet. "You think so? They don't make me look 9 or 10?"
"You look wonderful." David went to stand up, when Ian pushed him back down onto the bed. He turned off the light, and crawled into the bed with David.
"I'm so sorry, David," Ian whispered.
"It's all right, Ian. Don't worry."
"I know how much you want it, I just..." Ian stopped when he felt David's finger on his lips.
"Ian, I can wait until we both want it and until we are both ready for it. Please don't rush because of me. I don't want to see you hurt."
Ian frowned in the darkness and mentally admonished himself. He had freaked out yet again. They had started something that Ian wasn't quite ready to finish. He felt David slip out of the bed and watched as he went into the bathroom. He could see his boyfriend's hard cock jutting the front of his underwear out. Ian shook his head and continued running himself down for being such a wimp.
When David came back, Ian felt him snuggle up behind him. His underwear no longer jutted out from his manly erection. Ian sighed and tried to get comfortable in David's arms. He froze for a moment when he felt something cool and wet press against his back. Ian thought for a moment and then his heart broke. David hadn't gone to the bathroom to pee. He'd gone to finish what Ian had started.
Ian looked at the clock. His parents would be leaving and then he'd have the house to himself for the evening. David was coming over. Tonight was the night they were finally going to do it.
Ian started pacing the room again, trying to calm his overactive nerves. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard a knock on his door. "Come in."
"We're heading out," Mr. Reynolds said as he adjusted his tie. "You boys have a good time and play safe."
Ian blushed and looked away. "We'll be good."
Mr. Reynolds laughed and looked at himself in Ian's mirror. "All right. We'll see you boys at breakfast." He gave Ian a quick kiss on the cheek and left the room. Ian listened for the front door to slam, and when it did he reached under his bed and pulled out a bottle of vodka.
"Here's to liquid courage," Ian said holding the bottle aloft. He twisted the top on the mickey and put it to his lips. Taking a deep breath, he tilted the bottle back and took a big slug of the warm burning liquid.
Ian winced and looked at the bottle. It looked like he hadn't even taken a sip. He took a second slug of the burning liquid. And a third. And a fourth. And a fifth until the bottle was three quarters empty. He giggled as he put the top on the bottle and sat down in front of his computer. He grabbed a couple of strong mints from the drawer and tossed them into his mouth. "Now, all I have to do is wait."
While he waited for David to come over, Ian checked out a free porn site. He rubbed himself as he stared at pictures of boys barely his fucking, sucking and rimming there way through life. None of them compared to David though.
When the doorbell finally rang, Ian stumbled out of his room and up the stairs, tripping only twice. "Cuming!" He yelled, before falling down in the front hallway. He started giggling again as the front door opened. David stepped into the house and shook his head.
"First day on the new legs?"
Ian just giggled and struggled to his feet. "C'mere sexy."
David laughed and took off his parka and boots before walking over to Ian. "I don't think your mom wants me traipsing snow through the house."
"Who cares what she wants? All I care about is getting you naked and fucking like animals."
"Uh, Ian...are you all right."
"I'm fine. Let's go, get naked and fuck."
David frowned but let Ian drag him down into the basement. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he knew Ian was acting strange. When he got into Ian's room he saw the vodka bottle and everything clicked.
"Ian, have you been drinking?"
Ian laughed and pulled off his tee shirt. He grabbed at David's shirt but was rebuffed. "Come on, man. Take off your clothes and fuck me." Ian undid the button on his pants and let them fall to the floor exposing his entire body. "Look, no underwear. Just for you, 'cause I love you."
David took a step back as Ian advanced on him. "Ian, put on some clothes."
"No! We're gonna fuck!" Ian clumsily reached into David's pants and managed a quick feel before David pulled his hand out.
"No we aren't. You're drunk."
"And?"
"Go to bed, Ian. I'm going home." David turned around and walked up the stairs. Ian managed to get into the front hallway before David got his boots and coat on.
"Hey, where are you going. I thought you wanted to fuck me."
David turned and glared at Ian. "No, I wanted to make love to you. Notice the past tense there. I wanted to. Not anymore. Good night." David pulled open the door and stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind.
"Fine. I don't need you." Ian turned around and walked back down to his bedroom. He looked at the gay site for a few more minutes, before realising they held no attraction to him. He shut down his computer and grabbed the bottle. Ian polished off the last of the vodka while he watched some videos on Much Music. At around nine o'clock, Ian stood up and stumbled off to his room where he passed out on his bed.
The next morning when Ian woke up, he rubbed his aching head. "Oh god," He whimpered as he staggered off to the bathroom for some Tylenol. Slamming back two of the caplets he looked in the mirror. He could remember everything that had happened last night in vivid detail. "I'm such an idiot," he whispered.
After a quick cold shower, Ian walked back to his room and picked up the phone. Saying a quick prayer for luck, he dialled David's phone number and listened as the phone rang. He only had to listen to three overly loud rings before David picked up.
"Hello."
"Hello David, it's Ian."
"I know who it is, I have caller ID."
"Oh, uh right." Ian giggled nervously as he struggled to find he should say next. "About last night, I want to apologise."
"Ian, don't."
"Look, I was an idiot and..."
"Ian, stop. I don't care."
Ian smiled. David forgave him. "Thanks."
"For what. Ian, I haven't forgiven you for last night. I told you to stop because I just don't care what excuses you have for your behaviour."
Ian sat in silence. "But..."
"But what. Ian, do you remember in our English class how we talked about how a drunk women can't consent to have sex?"
"Well, yeah but..."
"But nothing. You got drunk, you got naked and you were gonna spread your legs like a whore. You weren't asking to have sex with me Ian. You were asking me to rape you."
"I was not. I wanted it."
"Sure, that's what you said last night, and that's what you say now. But what would've happened if I had fucked your drunk ass last night."
"I would be laying in your arms right now, nursing a hangover."
"Is that what you did with Stefan?" David shot back. "Lay naked in his arms nursing a hangover because he fucked you when you were half in the bag."
Ian didn't know what to say as David's words reverberated in his ear. He began to sob silently.
"Ian, I think it's best if we break up. Please don't call here anymore."
"But, I love you," Ian whispered.
"I know. And I loved you too." David set the receiver back into the cradle and looked out the window. A tear rolled down his cheek as he walked over to his bed.
Ian was still holding onto the phone. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. "He can't...I...we..." He had barely put the receiver into the cradle before the tears began rolling down his cheeks. He had lost his love. He had lost David.
Continued.