Never Tell

Never Tell

Note From the Author: I thought I’d just warn you now that this has slash (malexmale pairing), underage drinking, sex, and foul language. Product of a free write for my English class, though without the slash and sex. Oh and some of the strong language. The prompt was to begin at the end. So that’s what I did. It’s an unusual way of writing, let me tell you. Really hard too. It may be confusing at first, but as you read on, things start to make sense. I did cheat a little but only because I had to add in some things that I didn’t want to include in my English journal for my teacher to read. Highly personal, that’s all.

My eyes slid open and I caught a glimpse of Justin next to me in bed. Naked.
“Holy fuck!” I cried, my head swimming. Justin blearily opened one eye and when he saw me, or rather, my naked body, he blushed.
“Well, this is not good,” he said after a few moments.
“You think?!”
“Calm down.”
“How the hell can I calm down when I’ve just done…it with someone I hardly know?”
“Yeah, I agree. “I stared at him. “It’s hard to stay calm after what happened last night. Do you…even remember?”
“I remember getting drunk as hell and you kissing me. You’re a very good kisser.”
Justin blushed even more. “So are you.”
“Okay…no one needs to know about this. Right? I mean, I just broke up with my girlfriend. Boy, talk about a rebound.”
“No one needs to know,” Justin said, cutting me off.
“Right.”
“Do you think I could take a shower?”
“What?” I asked, not expecting Justin’s next question.
“Can I take a shower? I’m covered in…well you know.”
I blushed, but nodded. “You can use mine. I don’t know if my parents are home or not. They usually never are.”
Justin rose and, not even bothering to cover himself up, went into the bathroom. I got up after laying in bed for a few minutes and, after pulling my boxers on, went out to the living room to see if my parents were there. They weren’t. Breathing a deep sigh of relief, I went back into the bedroom and picked up Justin’s clothes. As I expected, they were dirty and he couldn’t go home like that, so I put them in the washer.
“Where are my clothes?” Justin asked, coming out of the bathroom.
“I put them in the washer. You can’t go home with them in the state they were in.”
“Oh. Right.”
I turned away so I wouldn’t have to look at his naked body. Already, the heat was rising in my cheeks.
An hour later, Justin was fully dressed and standing in my living room. I was still in my boxers. I didn’t bother getting dressed; I was filthy and in need of a shower.
“Promise me you’ll never tell?” I asked as he went to leave.
“I promise.” Were his last words.

Justin kissed me with more feeling, more feeling than Alexis ever would when we would kiss.
“Are you comfortable?” he asked.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“If you don’t want to…”
“I want to,” I cut him off impatiently. “I told you, I’m all right with it.”
“All right.”
Justin leaned in and started kissing me again. We sat on my bed and stared at each other. I barely even knew Justin; we were in a couple of the same classes at school, but that was all. Alexis never seemed to like him that much, but she was a bitch.
“What are you thinking about?” Justin asked.
“Huh?” I said stupidly.
“You have this look on your face that suggests that you aren’t exactly in the moment.”
“Oh.” I blushed. “I was just thinking about Alexis and how she never seemed to really like you. Her loss though. You’re a really nice guy.”
“I’m glad you think so.”
Justin leaned in and kissed me again. His hand gently rubbed my back.
“If you want me to stop,” he murmured. “Just say so.”
“Justin, for the last time, I’m fine, all right? If I wanted you to stop, I would tell you.”
“All right.”
“Touch me wherever the hell you want to touch me. Do whatever the hell you want to me.”
“That’s the alcohol talking,” Justin remarked.
“Maybe, but I’m enjoying this.”
Justin leaned in again. “So am I.”
His hand resumed massaging my back, sliding under the fabric. It moved around to the front, reaching higher and higher. He was so gentle. He kissed my neck, his breathing becoming heavier and heavier. His hand slid down to my waist and brought my shirt up. He left it on the floor next to the bed. His shirt soon followed.
“You wanna lie down?” he asked.
“Yeah.” I nodded.
“Top or bottom?”
“Bottom.”
Justin moved back and let me lay on the bed, then crawled on top of me in a straddling position. He bent over and kissed me once more. His lips trailed down my neck and onto my chest. He licked my nipples and caused me to squirm when I felt his teeth on them. While he kissed my belly, we rocked back and forth and I could feel him growing warm. He was rubbing up against me.
“Come on,” I breathed.
“You wanna? Go all the way?” He asked.
“If you want to,” I replied.
“Hell yeah. Your one of the most beautiful guys I’ve ever seen.”
His remark made me blush but he was too busy unbuttoning my jeans. He got up and slid them down then crawled back on top of me.
“There, that’s better. A bit more room,” he said.
“What about you? You look like you could use some more room too.”
He blushed as I eyed his wet jeans.
“Yeah, you’re right. Hold on a sec.”
He got up and pulled his pants off. His boxers were dark blue. He returned to the bed and resumed his position of straddling me.
“Spread your legs apart,” he commanded. I did and he made himself more comfortable on my hips. We brushed against each other, the only thing separating us our boxers. He leaned down and kissed me some more.
“Touch me,” I whispered. “Touch me there.”
I took his hand and placed it on my crotch. He gently cupped it then reached up and slid the hand down my boxers. I had never experienced so much pleasure before. I looked up at him, my eyes begging for him to take me. Alexis and I had never gotten this far before. We usually stopped when both of us were topless.
“Are you sure?” he asked one final time.
“Of course.”
Our boxers came off and he pressed against my inner thigh.
“I need a little…help,” he murmured.
I nodded, understanding what he meant. I took him in my mouth, sucking and licking, trying to get him fully aroused. He grunted and panted until finally he came. He withdrew, panting heavily and we began to slide together. Every inch seemed to hurt more and more and he offered to withdraw but I begged and pleaded with him to go all the way. We moaned and panted and slid further and further together until we were fully one. Panting, Justin wiped his bangs from his beautiful blue eyes, the color of sapphires. He was grinning and so was I. He sat up and pulled me up along with him. Our muscles contracted and relaxed together, our hips grinding against each other. Both of us moaned and panted as he wrapped his long arms around me, gently massaging my back. He licked and bit at my shoulder hard enough so I would squirm but gentle enough to not leave a mark. I buried my face in his shoulder, taking his scent in. Knowing him.

We made it to the apartment and took the stairs. The elevator was currently on the fourth floor and it didn’t look like it was coming down anytime soon. We stood outside the door to my apartment while I looked for my key and fumbled to get the door open.
“I swear to god this door hates me,” I mumbled. Justin just laughed. We went in and I closed the door. I locked it so no one would walk in on us. Justin and I just stood there staring at each other before he finally came forward. He leaned in and kissed me on the lips. I didn’t resist him. I closed my eyes as we kissed over and over again.
“Do you want…” I finally broke away breathlessly. “…to go into my bedroom?”
He got the hint immediately. “Yeah.” I guided him into my room, switched on the light, and closed the door.

Justin and I staggered down the street, drunk as hell. Both of us didn’t have our licenses to drive yet so we had to walk home. My apartment wasn’t that far away, thankfully. Mom and dad were at a party probably getting drunk like both of us happened to be. They didn’t care. They didn’t care about anything at all. Justin’s parents were out of town, leaving him alone with his older brother, Nate, who was out partying heavily. It was New Year’s Eve. Why shouldn’t he be allowed to celebrate?

We went to the bathroom. Together. Not to use it or anything, but because we couldn’t find a more private place to go to be together. I made sure the door was locked before going over to him.
“So…Alexis dumped you so now you’re here trying to get wasted?” he asked.
“Pretty much,” I answered, nodding glumly.
“And now you want to make out with me? Why?”
“Because I’m curious. I want to know what it’s like to kiss a guy. I’ve kissed a girl plenty of times. But never a guy. And for some reason, I want to.”
“Well, who am I to say no?”
Justin leaned in and I closed his eyes as I felt his mouth enclose mine. He pulled back, causing me to open my eyes.
“What?” I asked.
“Nothing,” Justin replied. “I just thought I’d never be kissing the world’s straightest guy.”
“Oh come on,” I said, pouting. “That’s not entirely true. The fact that I’m kissing you now has to mean something, right?”
“Yeah. You’re drunk.”
“I don’t care what you think.”
I pulled him close and searched out his lips. We briefly broke apart for air. His hands ran through my hair. He realized what he was doing and backed away.
“Sorry,” he apologized. “I got carried away.”
“No, it’s okay. I don’t mind it.”
“Really?”
“Look, do you think we can go somewhere else to finish this?”
“Yeah that’s fine. Do you have somewhere in mind?”
“My place. My parents are both out and they probably won’t be back until tomorrow morning.”
“All right,” Justin agreed. We left the bathroom and found the front door. No one would even miss us.

The lights were dimmed and the music blared loudly, but I didn’t notice them at all. I sat at the mini bar with my head on my arms as Mike, who was serving (no pun intended) as the bartender poured me a shot of whiskey.
“Here, this’ll make you feel better,” he said sympathetically. I raised my head and stared at the little glass in front of me. I heard a heavy thud and when I turned, I saw Justin smirking at me.
“Girl trouble?” He asked.
“Shut up,” I growled. He just laughed at me.
He turned to the bartender. “Vodka, please.”
I stared as he downed the glass in one drink.
“What?” he asked. “You don’t think I drink?” I blushed. “You gonna drink that or are you going to just stared at it all night?”
I glared at him and picked up the shot glass. The liquid burned my throat as it went down and it made my eyes water. I coughed.
“You okay?” Justin asked, patting me on the back.
“Yeah,” I nodded.
Justin spoke to Mike in a low tone, “give us some more of that vodka.”
Mike nodded and poured a clear liquid into both our glasses.
“This’ll taste better than the whiskey,” Justin said, pushing the glass towards me.
“How do you know?” I asked.
“Let’s just say that I know a lot about alcohol.”
I picked the glass up and downed the liquid. He was right; it tasted a lot better than the whiskey. Justin smirked when I told him that.
“Told you so.” He turned to Mike. “You can leave the bottle.” Mike looked surprised but nodded. He went to attend to some other customers. Justin and I drank the entire bottle between the two of us. We talked a lot, mostly about school. Justin didn’t look surprised when I told him about Alexis.
“Whore,” he said between his teeth.
“Yeah, I wish I knew before. Now it’s too late though.”
I put my head down on the bar.
“Hey, cheer up,” Justin said, rubbing my back. “Don’t blame yourself. Here, have some more vodka.” He got another bottle of vodka from Mike and poured me another glass. I downed it quickly. We went through the second bottle rather quickly. We were pretty drunk and we weren’t afraid to admit it. We had a lot of fun just talking to each other, bitching about our lives. It turned out that he had a pretty crappy life too with a really mean father. Somehow, we got on the topic of kissing.
“I’ve never kissed another guy, though I’ll confess to you that I’ve wanted to.”
“I’ve kissed guys before, but not girls,” Justin admitted.
“Trust me, you’re not missing anything.”
“Do you want to kiss a guy?”
“You mean right now?”
“Yeah.”
“You?”
“I’m the only guy willing.”
“Yeah. But I think we should go somewhere more private. I don’t know if people would like to see us two guys kissing randomly.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” Justin said, nodding. He stood up and I followed. We staggered down the hallway, towards the bathroom.
End