Date: Sun, 16 Feb 2003 07:33:36 -0800 (PST) From: gary low <sickbadpuppy@yahoo.com> Subject: The Closer I Get 02 This is my first attempt at writing. So please, don't be cruel : ) DISCLAIMER If you're not of legal age (18 or 21), stop reading. If you're not happy about reading story between high school boys, stop reading also. Otherwise, hope you have a good time reading this. This is pure fiction. Copying, whether in part or in full is strictly prohibited. I know I promised you guys that there will be some sex stuff in this chapter. Well, I lied! :) Seriously, I'm still developing the characters. Stay with me and enjoy this crazy tale of high school boys! THE CLOSER I GET - CHAPTER 2 By SICKBADPUPPY FEB 2003 I couldn't concentrate watching MTV after David left. My palms were sweating, my face was hot and I felt like throwing up (probably from all the chips I ate, and Pepsi). I went to the bathroom to splash my face with cold water. I looked at the mirror, water dripping down my chin, and noticed that I was frowning. I went back to my bed after I turned the TV off. I laid down and stared at the ceiling, deep in thought. I guess I stayed that way for about fifteen minutes when I heard a knock on my door. "Honey, are you decent? May I come in?" "Of course, Mom", I laughed. "I'm decent, and yes, you may come in." My mom entered, smiling. She always knocks before coming in since she caught me doing you know what. I couldn't look at her for days after that shameful incident. She then confronted me weeks later, saying I have nothing to worry about. She said it was normal for boys (and girls) my age to explore their own body. I didn't expect that kind of talk from my mother. I believed that this was a discussion between a father and his son. Come to think of it, I seldom saw my father these days. He's always busy at work (he's a lawyer). I only caught a glimpse of him every morning, for a few minutes, during breakfast, his attention on his morning paper. He's an okay guy and I really miss him. We used to hang every weekend. But since his "big" promotion two years ago, I rarely saw him. I had this weird feeling that things weren't running smooth between him and my mom lately. My mom's cool. She's not very strict, so was my dad. She never worries about me because she thinks I'm a little mature for my age. I know my responsibilities at home and at school. I get a lot of A's and some B's. She's concerned about my spending, though. She manages an antique shop with her sister, Aunt Meg. "How was school?" she asked, sitting on my bed. "Boring! The students were well-behaved, horrible cafeteria food, teachers breathing down our necks, coach driving us crazy!" I said, running out of breath. She just smiled and patted my arm lovingly. "It's Friday, you're not going out tonight?" she inquired, changing the subject. "I'm tired and I'm not in the mood. The guys from the team are hanging out at the mall. I guess I'm just going to stay home and channel surf." "Well, your Aunt Meg and I are going to this charity thing this evening. We'll be late, for sure. Your Dad called me at the office earlier saying he will be late also. There's chicken and baked mac in the fridge. Heat them up when you get hungry. Why don't you call David so you'll have company?" "He's cleaning his room right now. Maybe I'll call him later." I lied. "Okay, I'll take a shower then." "Have a great time, Mom!" "You sure, you don't want to go out? I can give you some money?" she stopped halfway to my door. Her offer was tempting, but I declined. "I'm sure, Mom. Go and take that shower, you need one", I teased, crinkling my nose. "Do I smell bad?" she asked jokingly. "Well, kinda. You smell of old stuff", I said sheepishly. "It's because I manage an antique shop, you fool!" she laughed again. My mom left the room. I noticed that for the past few months, my parents were spending less and less time together. After mom left for the party, I guess I dozed off for an hour. I woke up feeling a little fine. It was dark outside. I went to the kitchen, heated some baked mac, ate very fast, then hurried back to my room. I turned the TV on and slouched on the bed. I was blissfully watching silly cartoons when the phone rang. I almost jumped. It had to be Kirsten. I didn't want to be bothered right now, especially by her. I peeked at the caller ID. It's Kirsten. I made the sign of the cross (I'm Catholic), shook my head, and lifted the phone. "Thank you for calling Domino's Pizza! This is Dmitri speaking, may I get your order, please?" I said in my goofy Russian accent. "Marc! I waited for your call all afternoon, you stupid fuck! Why didn't you call me?" she asked, shouting. I pulled the receiver away from my ear. "Um, I guess I overslept." I replied, faking a sleepy voice. "And where the fuck were you after school? Sheryl and I were looking for you at the lockers and the parking lot! I know you're avoiding that bitch. Are you avoiding me too?" "Hey, relax! I didn't feel well after lunch. I had this splitting headache." I said, convincing her. "Oh. I'm sorry. You kinda looked a little sick earlier. I hope you're feeling fine now.", she said in the most soothing voice that she can muster. "Yeah, I guess I'm fine now." "Do you want me to come over?" "No!" I answered right away, my voice getting a little high. "Uh, I mean, you don't have to." I added in a more normal tone. "I'm going to bed anyway." We were silent for a few seconds. "Anyway, how's our little David Project going?" she asked, suddenly being sweet. "I think it's a done deal. We'll finalize the exact date, then I'll ask him to ask you out." "You're joking, right?" she asked, disbelieving. "I'm not. Just stay put. Don't hold your breath!" "I don't believe you." "I'm telling you the truth." "How did you do it?" she asked excitedly. I didn't have the energy and the patience to explain the whole thing. "Let's just say I am good at convincing people." I said flatly. "This is fucking wonderful! This is great! I could fucking kiss you right now!" Suddenly, the image of us KISSING made my stomach turn. "You know what?" she quickly added, "Forget about the money you owe me!" I frowned. "Really?" I asked. I had to be sure. "Really!" "Well, if you say so. Thanks!" This is awesome! I didn't know pimping David could be this rewarding. "Thanks to you, too! You're really a good friend, you know? You're really nice to me, even though I bitch a lot. I'm very sorry for treating you like dirt sometimes", she said, a little serious. "It's because you're a good friend too. I'm sorry also for treating you bad sometimes. Beneath the bitch-mask you wear, you're really a nice girl. Not only that, you're also beautiful, smart, intelligent, funny, and sexy!" I said, matching her serious tone. "You really think I'm beautiful, smart, intelligent, funny and sexy?" she asked. "Yeah, I guess I do." "Well," she paused for a while, "can I ask you a question then?" "Shoot." "This is kinda embarrassing..." she said shyly. "If you find me really beautiful and all, how come you never asked me out? Am I not your type? You think I'm not good enough for you? Don't you find me attractive?" For the first time, I couldn't think of a smart reply to her question. I was speechless. I always have a witty answer ready for her silly and absurd questions. But not this time. How can I tell her that I'm not attracted to her without hurting her feelings? Sure, she's beautiful and she's special in her own unique way. But truthfully, I never entertained the thought of Kirsten and I dating. "Uhhmm, oops, look at the time! Gotta go! Talk you later! Bye!" I said, trembling. I quickly slammed the phone down. Fuck! What if she asked me that question again? I hope she's just joking. God, please tell me she's just messing with my head! Then the phone rang again. This time I really jumped. I answered it before the second ring. I never bothered to look at the caller ID this time. I was sure it's Kirsten, waiting for my answer. I have to think and act fast. "Look," I said. "You really are attractive. But..." "I'm attractive?" Oh my God! It was David! This is very embarrassing! Stupid, stupid, stupid me! "David! I thought you were..." "Sheryl? Well, I thought you don't like her. But you're right, she's really gorgeous. And I think you two look very good together. If she's not totally head over heels in love with you, I might go after her, you know!" "Anyways," David continued, "Can I come over? I'm done cleaning my room, I guess. It's still a little messy, but I like it that way. I need to take a break. Let's watch TV in your room. You already ate dinner, right? I'll bring some ice cream then, if you want." "Rocky Road?" I inquired excitedly. "Of course! I know you love Rocky Road!" "What are you waiting for? Get your ass over here! Quick!" A moment later, David stepped into the room through my bedroom window. He waved the ice cream in front of his chest, smiling. Damn! He looks absolutely sexy. "I'll get us some spoons." I said, walking to the door. "No need, dude. I brought one." "We'll share one spoon?" I asked nervously. "I don't have an infectious disease, you know!" he said, feigning hurt in his voice. I tried to explain, "It's not what you think. What I mean is...." "Gotcha! Light up, will you? What's eating you anyway? You look kinda funny", he said, frowning, "and jumpy!", he added. "Oh, I get it", he continued, smiling. "You're fantasizing about Sheryl, right? Man, it's about time. When was the last time you had a girlfriend? Two years ago, right? And what's her name again? Lori? Linda? Lisa?" I laughed a little. Lisa's this geeky girl (but she's very nice, actually) who always sent me Valentine and Christmas cards every year since the 4th grade. She now goes to a private high school, I think. "It's Lindsey. She's sweet and nice and very pretty. Too bad her family moved to New York. I don't understand why do you hate her." I said. "I don't hate her. I just don't like her. Anyway, you also hated my past girlfriends." "Because they're all dumb!" I said. "But they're all good in bed!" he said, winking at me. "David, you're such an asshole", I said, laughing a little. "Enough of your horniness, gimme some ice cream!" David scooped a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth. He licked his lips sexily and said, "This is yummy". He then offered the spoon to me. I stared at the spoon and took it hesitantly. This thing was inside his mouth seconds ago. I scooped a large chunk and stuffed it into my mouth. I asked myself, with the spoon still between my lips, "Does this look like we're frenching? Could I detect a taste of his mouth?" I was shivering and a soft moan came out of my mouth. David saw me shaking. He then asked, "It's really good, isn't it?" He then took the spoon from me and stuffed more ice cream into his mouth. He then smacked his lips, a move that I found very, very sexy. I took the spoon and scooped some more between my lips. "So, you touched Sheryl's tits yet?" David asked. I was surprised by his question. I tried to control my giggle but I couldn't. Gobs of ice cream went out of my mouth straight into his face and to the front of his white shirt. "Man," I said, coughing, "Don't do that!" He was laughing so hard that tears fell from his eyes. After a few seconds, I joined him laughing. Then I saw his ruined shirt. I apologized. "Don't mind the shirt", he said, still laughing. He then stripped his shirt off and threw it on the floor near the bed. I stopped breathing. I was mesmerized. The most gorgeous boy in school, my best friend, on my bed, shirtless. I was the envy of most girls (and gay boys) that night. He laid his back on my bed and closed his eyes. He had both of his hands behind his head. I was shaking very hard. Thankfully, his eyes were somehow closed. His stomach is so flat and smooth and tight with muscles. No hair on his well-defined chest. Dark, large nipples. Tuft of hair on his pits. I could smell his distinct scent - slightly sweaty, warm, musky and very familiar. I inhaled deeply. His light deodorant mixed with a little sweat filled my nostrils, numbing me. Suddenly I felt very light-headed. I watched him with lust. I noticed the dark hairs below his navel going to his crotch. Through the thin material of his shorts, I can see the outline of his semi-erect penis. I became aware that I was holding my breath. "Breathe, you idiot!" I reminded myself. My throat hurts and I find it hard to swallow. He slowly opened his eyes and stared at me. I looked away very fast, avoiding his green eyes. Then he asked me a question that almost made me wet my pants. "Do you mind if I crash here tonight?" That's it, the second part. Tell me what you think. Email me your comments (constructive, I hope). I might be a little late in answering your emails (I'll be taking a short vacation, say, for two weeks. I'll answer them right away as soon as possible, promise!). Email me at sickbadpuppy@yahoo.com. Thanks!