Together

Author’s notes/Warnings: Complete and utter fluff! R&R please. Apologies for any British terminology, I’m a Brit lass and therefore use British spelling…most of the time. Um, these guys are technically underage but only by a few months, so don’t sue.


The truth behind the masks.

Brr Brr, Brr Brr. I pick up the phone, “Hello??” “Hey Jimbo it’s me.” “Hey Bob what’s up?” Oh god he sounds upset again. “She dumped me. I just wanna talk for a while?” ‘Oh Bob,’ I sigh, ‘are you okay? Do you wanna come over, or me to yours?’ I suddenly have a brilliant idea! ‘Wanna get pissed?’ “You can crash at mine after.” He tells me, there’s a small pause as I manage to calm down. If I manage to say “Yeh okay.” Oh god this is mad! “Okay see you in about 10.” I can hear a smile in his voice as he agrees, “Thanks mate, appreciate it.” He says before he hangs up.
I knew this was coming, I have for months, maybe now he’ll see who really loves him, what’s in front of his very nose. I shove some clean clothes in my backpack and bike my way over to his house on the cliff top.
In what seems like hardly any time we are both pissing drunk. There’s was no way we would have gotten away with being in this state at my house, if they find out I was drinking here I would probably be grounded for life. Not for getting pissed with your best mate, No that would only be three months. The rest of my life bit would be if they found out that I have a massive crush on my best friend, my 15 year old, male, best friend, okay I’ll be 16 in a few weeks and free to do what I like, sort of but they’d still freak. Now you see, but we’ve been through a lot together, girlfriends, school crap, parental issues and a run in with the police involving BBguns, taxi windscreens and a £50 fine each but enough of the life story.
We end up playing a sort of Truth or Dare game it’s his turn. He takes off his glasses and chucks them on the desk that’s filled with clutter and I’m sused sed they don’t slide off the folder that’s balancing on the edge.
“Okay Mr. Not so tall but dark and handsome. Have you ever thought of kissing a guy?” There’s a long pause, Oh my brain isn’t registering anything after that comment. He thinks I’m handsome, if I were a girl I’d probably squeal!
“Hello?” “Huh?” I stutter coming out of my thoughts and I can feel the blush creeping up on my face. “Have you ever thought of kissing, um Laura?” I know I’m blushing, we know that she loves us, and I think she knows about the feelings I have for Bob. “Yeh.” I recover quickly as he sits looking at me open mouthed. “Really??” He sounds amazed. “Yeh on the cheek!” It shows how drunk we are that we dissolve into giggles.
“Truth or Dare?” I ask, “Truth.” “Have you?” Ha! Got you there buddy! He’s blushing furiously and it makes me laugh seeing his face go pink. “Yes.” He says shakily and I laugh harder. He nudges me playfully and I nudge him back, He lunges at me from across the bed and lands on top of me pushing me back into the pillows with an ‘Oomph’ form both of us.
His face is centimetres from mine, his hazel eyes shining brightly, my breath and his are coming in short sharp breaths and neither of us moves for what seems like an eternity. His arms no longer being able to support him in his drunken state he collapses, his body pressing against mine and his lips fall onto my cheek. Before I realise what I’m doing I wrap my arms around his waist and roll is onto our sides. He pulls away smiling sheepishly. I know we have both sobered up a lot in the course of a few minutes, so what I did next wasn’t and couldn’t be blamed an a state of drunkenness.
My arms still around his waist, I leaned in and kissed him, a chaste kiss. I pull away and look into those eyes, to my surprise he leans back and his long thin fingers stroking my neck, and suddenly he’s kissing me back. Our legs tangle and I pull of his shirt, he does the same to me. We touch each other’s chest mine slightly broader than his, exploring the new territory. Our hot moths and tongues tasting each other is suddenly not enough and I bring one hand around to the front of his jeans, brushing his erection.
Soon we are both naked, every inch of our skin touching. Bob slowly begins to rock his hips, grinding our erections together and I have to break the kiss to breathe. Neither of us can stop panting, I bury my head into the hollow of his neck and I hear him whisper my name, I murmur his back. Any second now I’m going to come from him rocking against me and saying my name. “James, James, James, James.” He says it like its his lifeline. I moan loudly as I come, shuddering slightly he holds onto me rubbing my back as he comes onto our bellies with a grunt.
We hold each other and I’m glad we are up in the attic bedroom so no one could hear us. I kiss him and tuck my head under his chin.
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I yawn lazily and re-wrap my arms around his waist, “Bob?” I whisper unsure of what we are going to do next, coz I remember every minute of what happened last night, not to mention the evidence of it on the bed covers and on us. “Yeh?” He answers pulling me further towards him and dropping a kiss onto my lips. I can’t help but smile. “What now?” I ask quietly snuggling closer, I don’t want to let go, ever.
He kisses me again passionately and I respond to it vigorously, I try to convey every ounce of what I feel towards him in that kiss as if it might be the last. “I love you James, whether you like it or not.” I grin at him. “Oh I like it alright, and I love you too Bob, your stuck with me now.” I hug him tight. “That I am,” He sighs smiling at me. “The way I feel what could possibly go wrong?” “You want a list?” “Good point.”
Well whatever it is, whatever will happen, we will just have to ride it through. Together.