Detention 6

“There goes that ‘yet’ word again, B. And `sides, you don’t need to know somebody to fuck `em. You just need to be horny enough.” 

“So what’s your point?” I asked, annoyed.

“I want you to admit that you wanna fuck that boy,” Chris said. 

“Why?”

Chris didn’t answer. 

I looked out my window, watching all the houses and trees that passed by. My heart was fluttering in my chest and my stomach felt like it was bouncing all over the place. “I like being with you,” I whispered. I was hoping that Chris didn’t hear me.

“What did you say?” Chris asked.

“Nothin.” I said.

“No,” Chris responded, looking at me. “I wanna hear what you just said.”

My heart was beating like a jackhammer in my chest; I took a deep breath, and without looking at him, I said a little bit louder, “I said I like being with you.” There was an extended moment of awkward silence and I regretted ever saying anything at all. I wish I could’ve just taken it--

“I like bein with you too...” Chris said. His voice shook a little when he said that, as though it was the hardest thing in the world for him to say. Another moment of silence past and Chris asked, “Do you like me?” I really couldn’t believe he was asking me that, and I could tell by the way his voice was still shaking that he couldn’t believe he asked me either.

“...I don’t know... sometimes I do, sometimes I don’t. What about you?”

Chris hesitated for a moment, and then he answered, “More than I should.”

“More than you should, what?” I asked.

Chris kept his eyes straight on the road. “I like you more than I should. Didn’t think that shit would ever happen.”

“Why?”

“`Cause I don’t wanna like you,” Chris said bluntly. “You and me don’t go together. We’re hella opposite.” Though what he was saying was true, his words still stung.

“I know...” I said.

Chris turned down my street. I hadn’t even realized that we were so close to my house. “That dude likes you, the one I was talkin to in the library--Jason.” 

“How do you know?” I was interested in hearing his explanation.

“`Cause I can just tell. When I said your name, his face lit up and shit. He was just sittin there, lookin around like he was waitin for somebody to come. Figured he was waitin for you and all, since I saw you talkin to him the other day. Told him you was still in detention and wouldn’t be out for like another half hour. And then he said he didn’t mind waitin, that he was gonna sit there until you came.”

I was kinda bewildered by all of this. “Did he really say that?”

Chris pulled up into my driveway. He shut off the engine and looked at me. For the first time in the four years that I had known him, Chris actually looked serious; he didn’t have that stupid cocky-ass smile on his face that he usually wore, he just looked really sincere. I was almost amazed. 

“If Jason said he was gonna wait for me,” I said, “then how come he wasn’t there when I went to the library?”

Chris turned his face away from me. “Told `im to leave. I told him that he might as well just take his ass home, `cause you wasn’t gonna come.”

“Why did you tell him that?”

Taking a deep breath, Chris said, “`Cause I didn’t want you to go off with him...I wanted you to go with me. And that’s what I’m talkin about, I’m not supposed to care...” He stopped talking. 

I didn’t really know what to feel. I didn’t know if I should’ve been angry at Chris for making Jason leave, mad at Jason for not waiting for me like he said he would, or should I be happy that Chris waited for me, and that whether he meant to or not, he had shown that there was a part of him that actually did care about me. I felt a mixture of all those emotions and I didn’t know what to say back to Chris. Again, we sat in awkward silence. 

“Do you want me to?”

“Yeah and no.” Chris folded his arms around the steering wheel and rested his head gently against the horn, with his face turned toward me. “You’re right,” he said. 

“Right about what?”

“All we do is fight, fuck, and go to detention.” I laughed a little and Chris did the same. “We don’t talk, we don’t hang out. We basically don’t even really like each other. But for the past two weeks we’ve been fuckin nearly everyday. That shit is crazy,” Chris said. “I usually don’t give a fuck about who I’m fuckin...but you...I fuckin didn’t think this shit was gonna end up like this.”

“Me either,” I said. “But I’m kinda glad it did.”

“Why?” Chris asked. “You probably have more in common with that pretty dude than you have with me. You can probably talk to him bout all kinda shit, you’ll laugh at his stupid ass jokes and he’ll laugh at yours; you’ll take corny-ass walks through the park; when you go to school you don’t gotta worry bout if he’s gonna ignore you, and when you fuck him, you don’t gotta worry that he might not like you after. You can’t have that with me.”

“And maybe I’m stupid as fuck,” I said, “but that’s the reason why I like bein with you, `cause you don’t do all those things. You’re right, you do ignore me and when we’re fuckin I’m sure most of the time that you don’t feel anything emotional about it, you just wanna get off. But sometimes I know that when we...have sex...that it kinda means somethin to you. It means somethin to me. Like you told me one time, if I really wanted to, I can always find somebody to fuck. I mean it’s not really hard to find so-called straight football players that would probably love me to suck their dick, but I don’t. If I wanted to be with Jason, I wouldn’t be here with you right now.”

Chris didn’t say anything, he just looked at me. “You’re a fuckin dumb-ass,” he said, bursting out into one of his cocky grins. “All this Hallmark bullshit is about to make me fuckin throw up.”

“Fuck, Chris. You always gotta fuck up the mood.” 

“Just playin,” Chris said, “don’t get all PMS-ish.”

Slightly annoyed, I opened the door to the truck and was about to step out, when Chris pulled me back in. He grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled me onto his lips. The kiss started off hard but soon it became gentle, and our tongues brushed up against each other. Chris’ grip on the back of my neck loosened, but he still held on to me, sucking my bottom lip and brushing my hair with his fingers. It was like every nerve in my body was tingling at once, and my body heated up like I had just stepped into an inferno. I didn’t want him to let go of me. But after three minutes--it felt like three hours--Chris gently pulled away from me. I could barely breathe and warm sweat rolled down my back. “That was for this mornin’,” Chris told me. He leaned forward and kissed me again, this time longer than the first, and he rubbed my dick through my jeans. 

“Let’s go to my room,” I told him. “My mother isn’t home.”

Gently biting the side of my neck, Chris said, “I can’t. Got somethin I gotta do. Later.”

I wanted him to fuck me right there in that truck, but I managed to use a little self-control. Reluctantly, I pulled away from Chris and stepped out of the car. As I was about to get out the second time, Chris said to me, “Don’t fuck him, B.”

“Huh?”

“Jason. I don’t want you to fuck him. I don’t care if you chill with him, but I don’t want him diggin you out.” Chris had this very serious face on his face.

Before I really had a chance to think about my answer, I said, “I won’t.”

Chris nodded his head slightly. “Promise me.”

Wow, he was really serious about it. “I don’t make promises, Chris.”

“Make one for me.”

It was hard for me to say it, not because I didn’t want to say it, but because I didn’t know if what I was about to say would be the complete truth. “I won’t do anything with him.”

Chris just stared at me as though he was probing my mind with his eyes. After a while he said, “Okay.”

I stepped out of the truck and watched as Chris drove away down the street; I waited until his truck was out of sight and then went inside. I went into my bedroom and plopped on my unmade bed. The sheets still smelled like sweat and cum from when Chris and I had fucked the day before. As I sniffed the sheets, my dick got hard, wishing that Chris was here now in my bed, that I had his eleven inch dick in my mouth. Unbuckling my jeans, I pulled out my dick and started to jerk myself off slowly. Suddenly images of Mr.Wilson came into my head; I don’t know why I thought of him, but I thought about his big dick throbbing against the tight pants he wore; I wondered what it would’ve tasted like. And then I thought of Jason. I wondered how big his dick was and how he looked like naked. I imagined him on top of me, his sweaty, slender, muscular toned body grinding against mine, his dick grazing against my asscrack. Images of him fucking me hard and fast entered my head and I couldn’t get them out--and I kinda didn’t want to get them out. As I jerked off, I tried to think of Chris only, but it didn’t work. Jason kept popping up. I told Chris that I wasn’t going to do anything with Jason, but I didn’t know if I was going to be able to keep that promise. Seconds before I was about to cum, the doorbell rang. 

Quickly I stuffed my dick back into my pants, zipped them up. As I jogged into the living room, I assumed that Chris had changed his mind and come back. However, when I reached the door and opened it, I almost screamed in shock--
Jason was on the other side of the door and he looked so fuckin incredible, like a fuckin supermodel, that I thought I was gonna cum right there in my jeans. “Hey, Brandon. Can I come in?”

It was really hard for me to believe that was really happening, that Jason was really standing on the other side of the door. He smiled at me, that perfect, dazzling white smile that my skin tingle. His hazel eyes glimmered in the remaining sunlight. “Jason, what are you doin here?”

Jason took a step toward me. His scent was a lot sweeter than Chris’ but just as hypnotic, if not slightly more. “Came to see you. This a bad time or something?”

I didn’t know what to say. I was stunned. And then I finally regained my senses. “No, come in.” I stepped aside and Jason entered my house. I still couldn’t believe this was happening. I knew that things were really about to get a lot more complicated than I needed them to be. 

To Be Continued....