Date: Tue, 9 Nov 2010 01:44:20 -0500 (EST)
From: alexxxapathy@aim.com
Subject: Beach Boys Chapter 9

Waking up for dinner was a mixed bag. On the one hand, waking up with
Jamie's arms wrapped around me, my nose nuzzled against his neck, was
perhaps the greatest sensation known to man. On the other, however, it was
a bit bittersweet. Obviously I wasn't conscious for any of it, but in a way
when I lay sleeping tight against Jamie, there was a sort of transcendent
euphoria that I could feel even in my dreams. I pulled my head up and took
in his beautiful face. This was my boyfriend. My indescribably beautiful
boyfriend.

Hearing his mother's shouts from the stairs, I pulled out of his embrace
and threw a shirt on before waking him. No easy task, mind you, because
Jamie wasn't exactly a light sleeper. When he finally did wake up, however,
he was never grumpy.

"Good morning sunshine", he whispered through a dopey smile before moving
to plant a kiss on my cheek. I giggled.

"More like good evening, dufus, it's dinnertime!", I exclaimed. It wasn't a
particularly big deal for him, but I was absolutely enthralled at the idea
of having dinner with Jamie's family. I knew that we couldn't do it openly
as a couple, obviously, but even if it was a secret the fact remained that
we were still technically eating dinner with his family as a couple. That
thought made me smile.

"Fine Mr. Genius, good evening", he muttered, trying his best to sound
upset. He was no actor, though, and we both erupted into giggles.

"Boys I swear on the Lord himself, if you let dinner get cold they'll be
hell to pay!", his mother shouted up the stairs. We laughed harder and
rushed downstairs.

Dinner that night was an enjoyable experience. Jamie's mother was a great
cook, and we were both starving by the time it was all served. His whole
family was so warm and friendly; everybody talked and laughed all through
dinner, and they were all so concerned and interested with one another's
lives. A small part of me was actually jealous, that he had such a nice
family, but that part was overshadowed by the infinitely large part of me
that was happy for him. Jamie was the sweetest boy I'd ever known, and if
anybody deserved a loving family, it was him.

After the dishes were in the sink and all was cleaned and away, there
wasn't really time left to just relax. The darkness of night had long since
arrived, and even though I knew they really couldn't care less, Mom and
Jackson would be pissed if I came home late and woke them up. So with a
long, slow kiss that we managed to sneak while his family was elsewhere,
Jamie and I said our goodbye's and goodnight's and I left for home. To my
utter delight I managed to sneak into the house without waking either of
them and actually got to go straight to bed without toil or violence, a
feat almost unheard of.

The rest of the week was pretty montonous. On a high note, I'd been
extraordinarily lucky in avoiding Jackson at almost every turn. But my luck
seemed to come at a price, I'd also been unable to see Jamie outside of
class. Seeing Jamie in school was always refreshing, and occasionally we
even managed to steal away someplace secret for a few kisses, but between
our respective sports' practices we didn't have any time after school to
spend alone with one another. Finally Thursday afternoon rolled around, and
we actually managed to get some time together, albiet accidentally.

We'd both missed our buses; a little too much kissing in the bathroom while
the rest of the school was headed out. We'd raced off in different
directions, both desperately trying to make the bus, but neither of us had
succeeded. Luckily for me, I found Eric in the student parking lot with a
few of his high school friends.

"Hey Eric!", I shouted in his direction as I approached. As he and his
friends turned to look at me, he seemed to whisper something to them,
resulting in some laughter.

"Hey little dude, miss the bus?", he said, half-laughing. It made me happy
whenever he'd talk to me in front of his high school buddies. I couldn't
explain it, but something about being seen speaking on equal terms with
somebody like Eric just made me feel cool.

"Yeah", I blushed a bit, "I don't suppose you could give me a ride home?" I
gave him the biggest smile I could. He laughed a little more.

"Yeah buddy, sure thing. I was just leaving; good timing." I was relieved.

With that I hopped into the passenger side of his car and sat for a minute
or two while he finished talking to his friends. When they left he jumped
right over me into the driver's seat and started the ignition.

"Alrighty, let's get up out of here", he said with a smile. As he was
putting on his sunglasses it suddenly hit me; I'd forgotten about Jamie!

"Eric, do you think you could give my friend a ride home too?!"

He looked puzzled. "Yeah, sure, but you owe me bud", he said before messing
my hair up.

"Thanks so much!", I practically exclaimed, "I'll definately make it up to
you."

"Nah, don't sweat it bro. Just don't ditch me tomorrow, remember you
promised to hangout!" I winced; I had forgotten. Luckily, I was a
quick-thinker.

"Mhmmm. We should go watch the baseball game and then hangout afterwards",
I said with more enthusiasm than I actually felt. There was no way I'd be
missing Jamie's game, but at the same time I had promised Eric I'd hangout
with him on Friday, and I really wanted him to be my friend. This seemed
the easiest solution; I wouldn't be seeing Jamie after the game until later
that night anyway, the coach always took the team out for pizza after a
game. I was actually pretty proud of myself.

"Sounds good to me bud, now let's go pick up your friend."

I called up Jamie and got him to meet us in the parking lot. He must've
thanked Eric close to fifty times before we finally got home! I knew he was
happy for the ride; his parents always yelled at him when they had to leave
work to pick him up.

I chose to get dropped off at Jamie's instead of my own house. We waved
Eric goodbye and thanked him again for driving us, and then raced up into
Jamie's bedroom. We'd have the house to ourselves for close to two
hours. Plenty of time to relax alone.

The moment we slammed the front door shut behind us we practically attacked
one another. Without a word I slipped right into Jamie's arms and fell into
a deep, passionate kiss. I'd missed him so badly, it'd been like going
through heroin withdraw, and now that I had him in front of my I dove in
with reckless abandon.

Soon we were on the floor, his arms still wrapped around my torso as we
made-out. My face was flushed, my tongue was working at it's maximum
capacity, my heart was pounding like a war drum. At that moment there was
nothing in all the cosmos I wanted more than to draw him closer. I broke
the kiss and moved to pull his shirt off, but he intervened.

"Whoa! Baby chill, let's at least get up to the bedroom", he laughed
breathlessly.

"Okay fine. Let's go!" I was far too eager.

We raced up the stairs, slammed and locked his door behind us, turned on
some music and dove into bed with one another. The kissing recommenced.  "I
want you so bad right now Alex, I can't stand it anymore!" His voice was
heavy, heavier than it'd ever been.  Without warning he pushed me to his
side and tore his shirt off, and then mine. I moved to kiss him again, but
he pushed me back down with one hand, and then grabbed my legs and pulled
them off the edge of the bed. I started to protest, but all that came out
was a gasp as he hooked his thumbs beneath my underwear and ripped the
shorts and boxer briefs right off of me in one quick pull. Needless to say,
I was beyond arroused.

His mouth descended before I could even catch my breath, and uncontrollably
my hips jolted forward as his lips wrapped around my erection. He handled
it perfectly, sucking it in gently and going down on me more fiercly than
he ever had before. Within a minute I was about to explode, but right
before he put me over the edge, he stopped and stood up.

"I want to go all the way this time, I want to make you mine." There was
that heavy voice again. It made me weak.

Quickly, almost with a sense of urgency, he grabbed my legs and pushed them
directly backwards, into my body. I was flexible, so it didn't cause any
strain, but the sudden exposure made me flush a deep scarlet. I'd never
felt so naked before; he was staring straight at my most private place.

"J..Jamie.. can we..", I started to protest. This was all happening to
fast. I wasn't ready yet, I was nervous. But he cut me off suddenly when he
dared to let his finger stray.

I felt the soft pad of his index finger touching the rim of my hole, and I
saw stars. It was wet, though I didn't remember him wetting it. He pushed,
gently but firmly, and suddenly I was being entered. It was too much.

I let out a sound, something between a gasp and a scream. He pulled back.

"Alex I'm sorry! Ah, oh my gosh I'm sorry!" He dropped my legs and dove
onto the bed next to me. Without thinking I curled into him, letting him
cover my groin with his shirt.

"I'm sorry Jamie", I half-whispered, trembling. I wasn't afraid of Jamie, I
trusted him more than anybody else in the world, I just.. wasn't ready for
that yet.

"Why would you be sorry? It was my fault, I wasn't listening. I'm so sorry
baby, I just... I got a little carried away." There it was again, that
concerned look in his eyes. I forgave him.

"It's okay babe, I'm just not ready yet. I want our first time to be
special, ya know? Like, magic and fireworks, not all rushed and stuff."

He smiled. "That's why I love you baby, you make every moment magical."

We kissed. For a while we kissed, but eventually we stopped. I walked to
his dresser and pulled on a pair of his underwear; I couldn't find
mine. After that he pulled his shorts off, and we snuggled together. It was
one of the coziest moments of my life; the two of us in Jamie's underwear,
spooned tightly together, his arms around me, warm under the covers.

We were too awake to sleep, so we just layed there. And for three hours I
allowed myself to be hypnotized by the sound of his breath against my ear.