Detention 14

BRANDON

Luke sighed and rolled off of me. For a few minutes, we both didn’t move or say anything, and then he finally got off of my bed and started to put on his clothes. I watched him, his beautiful, muscular naked body, and I wondered why I wasn’t more attracted to him.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

I could tell that Luke was upset as he put on his jeans, but of course he wasn’t going to let me know it. “No need to be. Maybe some other time.” He put on his shirt and shoes. I grabbed my underwear from the base of the bed and put them on.

“Just felt tired,” I told him. I don’t know why I felt like I had to explain myself to Luke, but I did.

“I told you, it’s okay,” Luke said angrily. “I’m not mad.”

“You look like you are.”

Luke stared at me with an irate expression on his face for a few moments. “I’m fine,” he said. It sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than he was trying to convince me. I kinda felt bad for him. “See you later,” Luke told me. And then he was gone. The second Luke left, I jumped off my bed, went over to my pair of jeans on the floor and pulled out my cell phone from my pocket. Eagerly, I checked my voicemail, hoping to God that Chris had called me. There was one message: “B, it’s me...” When I heard Chris’ voice, my heart almost popped out of my chest. “...If you’re there, pick up the phone...I really need to talk to you...fuck it, just call me back later.” I wanted to call him back that second, but I really didn’t know what to say. 

But I called anyway, waiting for Chris to answer. Two rings went by. Then four. Then six. After a while I became really discouraged and just hung up the phone. I wondered what he was doing right now. Going back over to my bed, which still smelled like Luke, I stared at the ceiling thinking about Chris, wishing that he was with me right now. I shouldn’t have let him leave like that the other night. I wished that none of the shit that happened had happened; basically I just wished that things would go back to the way they used to be, when we spend all most all the time together, having sex and annoying each other. Now, I felt really lonely without him. 

JASON

“What are you thinkin’ about?” Billy asked.

We were laying naked on his bed, facing the opposite end of each other. I rubbed his slightly hair, muscular calf before I kissed it. “Nothing,” I said. 

“Bullshit,” Billy said. “You haven’t said anything in like twenty minutes.” He rested his large, warm hand on my hamstring, and then slid it upward to my ass, where he squeezed each globe really hard. It made me get slightly hard again when he touched me like that, but I was still kind’ve recuperating from the last time Billy fucked me, nearly half-an hour ago. “You must be thinkin’ about somethin’. Is it me?”

“Kind of,” I told him. “I was just kinda thinking about how weird all of this is.”

“What is?” Billy asked. I changed directions on the bed so that we were both facing each other. I stared into his intense dark eyes, at his beautiful face, and it felt like I was seeing him for the first time. He looked so perfect, so simple and perfect. 

“You,” I said, “and me. It’s kinda weird.” I moved in closer to him so that I could feel the warmth coming from his hard body. Billy wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in really close to him. “I never thought it would be like this.”

“Yeah,” Billy responded. 

I kissed the side of his neck. I could feel his strong pulse beating against my lips. And I could feel his body start to heat up even more. His cock also started to grow larger, and it pressed against mine, which also was getting really hard again. “But I like it,” I told him. “I like you.”

“I know,” Billy said in his casual, borderline arrogant tone. “Me too.” He waited a minute, and then asked, “What about Brandon? Do you still like him?”

A part of me kinda shuddered when Billy said Brandon’s name. I wished Billy hadn’t even mentioned Brandon to me. I was still really upset from the way that he led me on and then fucked me over. Though I had to admit that I was still physically attracted to him, my feelings for him had turned a complete 180 and I really didn’t ever want to talk to him again. And I’m not the kind of person not to forgive someone, but at the same time, I didn’t consider Brandon to be someone I would ever really want to be friends with. 

But in a way, I was glad that Brandon had rejected me, because it brought me closer to Billy. I really liked being around him; when we we’re together, he’s completely different from the asshole, stupid jock stereotype that he tries so hard to maintain. When we’re together, Billy was more sensitive, more considerate, and a lot more intelligent than I thought he would be. He surprised me in a good way. Still, I was wondering why Billy had asked me that question. “Why?” I asked, rolling on top of him.

“Just a question,” Billy said. He spread his legs apart, allowing me to squeeze in through the space between his muscular thighs. His cock was fully hard now, poking at my lower stomach. It only took a few more seconds for my own cock to be just as hard. 

“I don’t even want to think about him right now, Will-” I was about to call him ‘William’ but I know he hated when I called him that. I just liked the sound of ‘William’ more than ‘Billy’. It sounded stronger and more dignified. “I just want to worry about you.” I kissed him gently on the lips. Billy wrapped both of his strong arms around me, jamming his tongue into my mouth. I loved kissing Billy, because he always kissed me with such passion and force as though it were the last time he would ever be able to kiss me and he wanted to make it count. He broke away from me.

“But do you still like him?”

“Why are we still talking about this?” I asked. “No, I don’t like him.”

Billy looked at me for a few seconds as though he were trying to see if I was telling him the truth or something. It was unusual for me to see him being so insecure, when usually he projected so much self-confidence. Yet at the same time, it was kind of good to know that he actually cared about how I felt about him. “Really, I’m serious,” I told him. “He has too many issues for me. And he doesn’t know what he wants.” Billy grabbed my ass with both hands and rolled over so that he was on top of me now. 

“What do you mean?” Billy asked.

“You know what I mean. He acted like he liked me for a quick second, and then he was like “I have to be Chris’. Five seconds later he’s over Chris and moved on to Luke Block. He’s probably gone through the whole fucking varsity football team by now. People like him annoy me. So, no. I don’t like him.” As soon as I finished talking, Billy covered my mouth with his and our tongues wrestled with one another. “Good,” he said.