Date: Sun, 11 Jan 2004 13:04:52 -0500
From: Krys T <liljademoon@msn.com>
Subject: Dealing With it 8

Here's Chapter 8, finally finished and ready to read.  You
know the legal shit, so I'm not saying it again.  Enjoy.


8

Zane


Christmas was always my favourite time of year. There's
something in the air that just seems to make the season a
little more magical. I had always loved the smell of pine
trees and snow; that mix that means Christmas. Ci and Cae's
house smelled of that mix, smelled like Christmas, and I
spent a large amount of time there, just breathing in the
aroma. Not to say I didn't spend time at my own house, but
my father and sister both had lives of their own, and the
house was too large to sit in alone.
This Christmas was proving different from any I had ever
experienced before, starting with the Secret Santa, and
ending with the annual party at Ci and Cae's house. It was
past midnight now, and the party was still going in full
swing. It wasn't that there were many people there; the
normal group of Rich, Rick, Jeff, Cae, Anthony, Ci, and I
plus about five more people who I hadn't known before
tonight. There was alcohol there, and all the parents were
aware of it. It was a deal made a few years before; the kids
behave all year and in reward get to drink at the Christmas
party. So, I'll admit I was well on my way to being drunk
beyond belief and quite happy with myself. We had exchanged
presents before everyone arrived, and I was grateful that
Rick liked my present. I had spent a good amount of time
trying to figure out what he was interested in, besides
Jeff, and I noticed that he constantly had a book in his
hands. A closer look one day showed it to be a book of
poetry by various authors. I hunted for a while before I
found something suitable. It was another book of poetry,
this one not the tattered wreck constantly in his hands but
a leather-bound, gold embossed book. I refused to tell
anyone what I paid for it; to me the price didn't really
matter. I always loved giving presents; I love the look
people get when you give them that perfect gift. Now, my gag
gift wasn't as nice. It was a flashlight, a pair of
tweezers, a magnifying glass, and a tiny condom with a note
attached that said, "So Jeff can find it." It was pay back
for filling my locker with water balloons after practice one
morning. I had to spend most of my day soaking wet. Everyone
had gotten their person a thoughtful gift as well as
something really stupid or humiliating, so I was surprised
when Ci approached me with a gift.
"For my best friend," she said as she handed me the small
box. Inside was a small heart-shaped charm on a long chain.
On the back was inscribed the word "For."
"Thank you, Ci," I told her as I hugged her.
She only smiled before shouting, "On with the party!"
Now, hours later, I couldn't help but finger the gift
hanging around my neck. I felt bad about not getting her
anything, but anytime I said anything she said it was
payment for putting up with her.


Caelum
Christmas at our house is always the best. Mom goes all out
with the decorations and food. Grandma and Grandpa come over
to celebrate with us. Then there's the party. This is the
third annual party in which we got to drink. We always have
full run of the main floor and the basement. Mom barricades
herself upstairs saying that if we need her; we know where
to find her. Because the nearest house is so far away, we
can get as loud as we want. It's the best.
This was the first year in a long time that we played Secret
Santa, though. I do have to admit that the thoughtful
presents were great, and the gag gifts were hilarious.
Everything seemed to be going great, and since Ci was
playing the responsible one and staying semi-sober, I
decided to drown myself and enjoy the night.

The music was blasting and everyone was dancing, laughing,
and talking. It was the way a party was suppose to be.



Zane

I awoke again locked in warm arms. This time I could feel
the hard body pressed against the front of mine, and I could
feel the warm rush of breath against my temple. I licked my
lips and was startled to taste the salt of skin against
them. Opening my eyes, I stared at the mocha-cream skin my
lips were pressed against. Images of the night before came
flooding back into my mind. Anthony and Ci crashing on Ci's
bed, Rick and Jeff cuddled together on one couch, and Rich
and his latest girlfriend occupying the other. The rest of
the people had left and I had the choice of Cae's bed again,
or the floor. Of course, I took the bed. I must have passed
out, because I don't remember him getting into the bed this
time.

Suddenly, I became aware of what woke me in the first place
as my bladder made its condition known. When I tried to sit
up, Cae wrapped his arms tighter around me and nuzzled his
face in my hair. I tried again, but he wouldn't let go.

"Cae, you gotta let go. I need to piss," I whispered,
shaking him softly. He made a soft sound and pulled me
closer. I wondered who he was dreaming about to feel that
fiercely. "I'll come back, Cae, I promise. I just gotta use
the bathroom." Finally, his arms loosened around me, and I
slipped out of the bed.

I passed Ci and Anthony, who were snuggled together as close
as they could get. In the living room, Jeff and Rick lay
spooned on one of the couches, Jeff's arms wrapped tightly
around his love. Rich and his girlfriend lay on opposite
ends of their couch. I had a feeling that that relationship
wasn't going to last long. As soon as I was done in the
bathroom, I made my way quickly back to bed, not wanting to
linger in the chill of the basement. The place may have been
furnished, but it wasn't insulated that well, and it got a
bit cold. Cae had rolled over onto his back, and I slipped
in beside him as quickly and quietly as I could. Before I
could get the covers pulled back up, his arms wrapped back
around me and pulled me back against him. This time I could
feel his erection against my back, and I found myself
hardening in response. I didn't fight as Cae's arms
tightened and he buried his face in my hair again and
brushed his lips against the back of my neck. Part of me
knew I should get up before he woke, but I decided,
drunkenly of course, to enjoy the sensation of his arms
holding me.



Caelum

Hangovers suck. Really, they do. I can't really think of
anything that's worse than a hangover. I suppose it doesn't
help that I woke to the slightly smothering weight of Ci
sitting on my chest. Granted, my sister is very small, but
that dead weight on my chest didn't help me breathe any.

"Get off!" I grunted, bodily moving her to the side. "It's
way too early for this."

"No it's not," she retorted, "it's after 12, and you have to
help us clean up."

Rolling over, I buried my face beneath my pillow. "Don't
wanna."

"Okay then," she replied, way too cheerfully for my taste.
"We can talk about the way you were wrapped around Zane last
night," she paused, "and most of this morning."

That woke me up quickly. I did it again. Pulling the pillow
off my face, I turned slightly and looked at Ci, gauging the
seriousness of it all by the expression on her face. A small
smile hovered around her full lips, and her eyes were
concerned. It was serious, but not major. Not yet at least.
"Who saw?" I asked softly.
"Everyone."

"Zane?"

"Yeah, well, he kinda couldn't miss your arms wrapped around
him," she laughed.


"This isn't funny, sis. How am I supposed to explain this to
him? I don't think he remembers last time, but there's no
way he'll forget this one." My luck was the worst. I
wondered briefly what I did wrong in a past life to deserve
this.


"Maybe you should talk to him, tell him how you feel about
him, and find out his reaction to all this," Ciana
suggested.


"I don't think I can. I'm afraid he'll hate me, that I'll
never see him again. That I'll ruin what the two of you
have."


"You've never shied away from anything before, Cae; I don't
think you should start now." She slid off the bed and headed
toward the door. "Just to let you know, he didn't seem upset
this morning. Confused, but not angry or upset."


She shut the door behind her, leaving me alone in the
silence of our room; alone with my thoughts, fears and
longings. Ci was right. She always was. I'd never backed
down from anything before in my life. I'd always gone after
what I wanted and never stopped until I got it or it truly
got away from me. Why was I so afraid to pursue Zane?