Detention 15 - Conclusion (Part 2)

“I wouldn’t have come back if it wasn’t for this dude I met in this restaurant,” Chris said. “His name was Aaron. Or that’s what he said his name was. It was probably somethin’ else. Anyway, that’s not important. He brought me over to his apartment, `cause I didn’t have nowhere to sleep other than in my truck. He wanted me to spend the night with him. He was cute. And I knew he wanted to get down with me, but then we started talkin’. He started askin’ me about you. And I couldn’t answer none of his fuckin’ questions about you, `cause I didn’t know that much about you. Not the important shit anyway. The reason why I came back here, B, was `cause I wanted to know about you. I wanted to know what you liked and didn’t like, I wanted to know what was special to you and what wasn’t...I wanted to be special to you...so I left at three o’clock in the mornin’ and drove all the way back here.”

I was pretty much speechless after Chris told me that. All I could say was “Oh.”

“Are you still hangin’ around Luke Blockhead?” Chris asked.

Shaking my head, I said, “No. I never did anything with him. I thought I wanted to. But I didn’t. You were the only one I could ever think about. You were the only one I wanted and couldn’t have.”

“Well, I’m here now,” Chris said.

“So I see.”

“Do you still think we could...” Chris stopped.

“I don’t know.”

Chris nodded his head. “Do you still love me?” he asked. I loved the way he asked me that question. It was the only time in the years that I had known him, from freshman year to now, that I had seen him appear so vulnerable and powerful at the same time. 

“I never stopped,” I said. 

Chris squeezed his eyes tight and bit his bottom lip. I knew what he was going to say next and I knew how hard it was for him to say it. “I love you, B.” I believed him and I felt happy that he had finally told me. He opened his eyes and said more clearly and confidently, “I love you.”

“I know.” We both start crying. I didn’t want to and Chris didn’t want to either. But it was beyond our control. The emotion between us was too thick for us to not acknowledge it. So we cried. Not for a long time, but long enough to reestablish the bond between us, one that I hoped would be much harder to break than the first time. I got up up from my seat and Chris got up from his seat. 

We met each other halfway and he grabbed me like I was something he had been missing all of his life, and I held him as though he had always been an important part of my life. Our lips met, and we kissed. I had almost forgotten what it felt like to kiss Chris, to feel the passion of his lips sliding against mine; to feel his wonderful tongue moving gracefully in my mouth; I missed wrapping my arms around his neck while he squeezed my ass. I missed everything that was him. As we kissed, oblivious of everything around us, I made a promise to myself that I would never lose this feeling again, and I hoped that we would never have to feel this separation again. 

* * *

“What are you thinkin’ about?” Chris asked. His slid his fingers in between mine and our hands interlocked. His touch felt so warm and comfortable. 

“Detention,” I said.

Chris kissed the back of my neck. He licked the back of my ear. “Why?”

“If it wasn’t for detention, we wouldn’t be here in this bed.”

“Maybe. Maybe not.”

“I’m glad we went through it,” I said. “And I’m glad it’s over.”

“I still can’t believe you spit in Wilson’s face,” Chris said. 

“Me either. But he deserved it. I just hope I don’t get expelled for it.” 

“Don’t worry about him,” Chris said. “Knowin’ his ass, he probably liked it.”

We both laughed. I felt Chris sniffing my skin. “I know I smell bad,” I told him, “I haven’t taken a shower yet.”

“No,” Chris said. “I love the way you smell.” He pressed his hard stomach against the small of my back. I could feel his dick get hard again. “When’s your birthday?” he asked.

“October 8. Why?”

“I just wanted to know...what’s your favorite ice cream flavor?”

I laughed and rolled over to look at Chris’ face. “What’s with the twenty questions?”
“I just wanna know,” Chris said, kissing me softly. 

“Vanilla.”

“How can your favorite be vanilla? That’s so fuckin’ plain.”

“What’s yours?” I asked.

“Chocolate.”

I rolled my eyes. “big difference. You’re stupid as hell, Chris.”

“You’re a fuckin’ idiot.”

“You’re an asshole,”

“Fuck you,” Chris said.

“Fuck you, too. I hate you.”

“I hate you too.”

I laughed. Whispering, I said, “I love you.”

Chris kissed my forehead. “I love you too, B.” He kissed me for real the second time. It felt like an electric current was spreading between us. We both got hard and started to lose ourselves in each others touches. It was one of the most perfect and simple moments I’d ever had in my life. I rolled over again, so that I was looking out of my bedroom window, and so that Chris could have access to my ass. 

It had hurt a little the first time he put in earlier, but when he put it again, it felt much better. He pushed himself all the way into my ass very slowly. Chris wrapped his arm around my chest squeezing me tightly against his sweaty, muscular chest. I moaned louder and louder as Chris started to pick up his speed, shoving his big dick harder and faster in and out of my ass. 

As he fucked me, I remembered all the different times and places we had fucked: in Ms. Navarro’s classroom on the hard floor; the first time Chris had come to my house after driving me home from school for the first time; in the gym with Billy Anderson; on the football field in the early morning, in my bedroom as it rained outside, in the school library when nobody was paying attention...I squeezed my eyes shut as Chris continued to ram me. It felt good to be with him again, making new memories. Right before Chris shot his load in my ass, he squeezed me tight and released a final cry. He continued to squeeze me tight, minutes after he came inside of me. 

I looked out my bedroom window, into the darkness and thought about a lot of things. I thought about Mr. Wilson and what would happen when I went to school the next day; I thought about how Chris would treat me the next day at school. Would we be like Billy and Jason and be openly affectionate, or share private passion? I thought about what kind of person I was going to be when I went to school tomorow, if I was going to be confident and strong or self-conscious and weak. 

I thought about Chris’ dad and if Chris would ever forgive his father, and if Chris’ father would ever accept Chris for who he was; I wondered if me and Chris would make it to the end of the school year - or at least until New Years Eve. I thought about Senior Prom and if I would go with Chris or stay at home with him and watch old stupid movies on tv. 

I thought about graduation, and whether we would still be together afterwards or not. While I was in college in New York and Chris was still in California, would things work? Everything hadn’t been fully resolved yet as I wished it had been. And then I realized that none of those things mattered. I needed to stop worrying about the future and just focus on this moment. Because this moment was perfect. 

Last night, when I looked out the window into the darkness, I only saw loneliness and grief. But right now, with Chris lying naked beside me, with everything I ever wanted happening just as I wished it would, happening, I didn’t see darkness and despair, I saw possibility and new beginnings. I recalled the conversation Chris and I had in the park that night, when I asked him if he believed in ‘forever’. He told me forever didn’t exist. Maybe he was right. Maybe it didn’t. But this perfect moment existed. No matter what happened in the future, good or bad, I could look back at this moment and smile and be happy. Nothing else mattered.

THE END!!!!