Sorry it took so long for me to get this chapter in. I had some unexpected pleasentness occur,lol. Anyway, here's the latest in the "Chad and Me" Let me know what you guys think.
"So, what do you do back here?" His smile brightened, as if he could tell what I was thinking and knew that he was going to surprise me with his answer. "Nothing, mostly, I usualy just sit here and think." He looked at me as though he'd just told me he wanted to screw me, "Is that wierd to you?" He asked, sheepishly. "No," I said, meaning it, "No, not at all, I think it's cool."
"You do?" "Yeah, I think it's cool that you don't bother with rules and teachers, and you just do your own thing." If I hadn't already reached my maximum intake of sap for that day, I had now. "I wish I could be more like you." Overload. "Well, you are, aern't you?" Chad was talking now, "I mean, you're here and everything..." Not wanting to make him feel stupid, I answered fast, "I know what you mean." I glanced around at our enclosure, "Yeah, Iguess I am kinda like you." Chad gave me a look, "In what ways?" He asked, and I felt the atmosphere of the conversation change from serious to flirtatious very quickly. "In every way." I said, putting on my best flirty smile. "Oh really?" he said, "Well, we'll just have to see about that." He reached his hand out for my pants and I quickly pulled away. "What are you doing?" I said, holding back laughter. Chad, however, didn't catch on. The smile faded from his face, and he was now staring at the floor. "I'm sorry, I -" He started, but I cut him off, "No, it's ok, it's just, we can't do that here." He looked up at me inquisitivley, and all traces of uncertainty were lost when I repeated his gesture, and reached for the waistband of his gym shorts. But instead of pulling back, Chad remained perfectly still. Except for the 2 seconds he used to lean back, while looking into my eyes, almost as if he was inviting me to do whatever dirty thing I had in mind. Which, of course I knew, he was. But instead of reaching my hand in and collecting my prize, I stuffed the peice of paper i had been holding into his breifs. Chad looked at me with a question on his face, but instead of asking, he reached into his shorts and pulled out the paper. He talked while he unfolded it, "What's this?" he asked, though I suspected he already knew the information that lay on that paper. After fully unfurling it, he looked down at the paper, "Is this an invitation?" he asked, that sly smile once again gracing his face. Something like that, only this invitation isn't just for one time, you can come whenever you want." I noticed the expansion of his smirk. "Well could already do that." He said, again sporting his killer smile. I smiled, "Sicko." I said, playfully. Then I was lost in his smile again, like so many times before. "So when exactly is this invitation for?" Chad, once again, brought me back to reality. "Well," I said, "it could be for tonight, if you want." Chad smiled. "Or it could be for any night you choose." I finished, hoping he'd catch the hint in my voice. Before he could answer, though, the bell rang, and suddenly I was aware that it was after class, and that we had actualy apent much more time back here then we were aware of. "Uh, we have to go." I uselessly stated. Chad seemed to not like that idea, "Yeah..." I quickly came to the rescue, for both of us, I think, "But hey, don't worry, you'll see me tonight, right?" That brightened him up. "Sure," he said, "I'll see you tonight." With that, he climbed over me and left our sanctuary. I stayed behind and was late to class.
"So, what's your friend's name?" It was a little while before dinner, and my mother was talking, but I couldn't hear her. I had too much on my mind. "Danny?" The only thing that snapped me out of space was when she poked me in the stomach. "Ow." I said, meaning it. being jabbed in the stomach is alot more painful when you've just been staring into space. "I'm sorry, honey." Mom said, obviously ashamed. "It's ok," I said, "what were you saying?" She wasted no time, "I just wanted to know what that friend of yours' name is." I held back annoyance, at her way of constantly nosing around in my business. "His name's Chad." And this is exactly when I realised, or remembered, that my mother did not know what I had known my entire life. I'd told everyone else I knew except her. It also occured to me that I would have a hard time explaining the sleepover. "Well that's a nice name, have you known him long?" I decided this was a good time to lie, "Yeah, I've talked to him a few times at school. But we've just recently been hanging tou a lot more." Hanging out? My mother obviously had never heard anyone use that term before, she made a face, though hers less noticeable than mine. "Well that's good." She said, somewhat saving herself. "Can I be excused?" I asked, wanting desperatly to get away from where this conversation might be headed. Despite the fact that I had never actualy told her I was gay, I knew my mother had her speculations. And bringing a boy over to spend the night would only feed those speculations. "Sure, honey." The tone of her voice riddled with curiosity. I didn't bother asking, just got up, and went to my room to await Chad's call.
It came shortly after dinner, the call i mean. About a half an hour later Chad's voice was melting me through the receiver of my phone. "Hi." he said, though it sounded to me like, "Hi, can I have sex with you right now?" I was automaticaly mute. "Hello? Are you there?" Chad cooed on the other end of the phone. "Uh, yeah, I was busy" Buzz! Wrong! "Sleepy," Buzz! "I was eating dinner." A little better. "Oh, sorry, am I interrupting?" Damnit! "No, not at all. I was waiting for you to call, actualy." I couldn't see him through the phone, but I knew he was smiling. "Oh, really?" He sounded surprised, actualy, and I wondered for a moment if I had cought him at a bad time. Then I rememberd, I didn't call him, he called me. "That's sweet." He said, making me forget what I was thinking. After a moment, I answered back, "So what time are you coming over?" I asked, hoping it was long after my mother had left for work. "Um, whenever's convenient for you." Cute little jerk, he wants me to make all the decisions. I laughed a little, and, gladly, Chad didn't hear it. "Well, my mom's going to be gone for work at nine, is that ok?" He didn't say anything for a while, probably getting permission. A few minutes later, his voice came back to my ear, "How about eight-thirty?" Damn, a half an hour too soon. "Sure, that'd be fine." I said instead. "Ok, great." And then he was gone, never to return until eight-thirty that night.
When he finaly did show up, it was nothing but mixed emotions. I was happy that he had shown up, and I was also angry, and a little bit embarassed that he had to meet my mother. By the time my mother left, however, I felt slightly less anxious. Chad had seems perfectly comfortable with her. When my mother was safely out of view of the house, Chad turned to me with a look on his eyes that I still can't entire;y explain. It was either a mixture of relief and nervousness, or of pure lust and love. "So, what do you want to do?" Was all he said. I gave him my flirty smile, and that was enough for him. He grabbed me by the arm and playfully flung me onto the couch. Then he climbed on top of me and kissed my stomach through my shirt. I looked down at him, amused, "That cotton can't possibly taste good." I said, smiling. He didn't say anything, just lifted up my shirt and pressed his soft lips against my bare flesh. I gasped a bit, feeling the kiss tingle throughout my entire body. "You think that felt good, wait 'till a little later." I looked down at Chad again, and he was looking right into my eyes, smirking quite devilishly. "Oh yeah?" I said, wanting desperatly to swallow him whole right then and there. Just then, my ears exploded with a burst of sound. When Chad's face fell, and he sank his head into my chest, I realised it was the phone. "Damnit," I groaned, as I rolled off the couch. "Wait right here, I'll be right back." I said to Chad as I was leaving the room. I ran into the kitchen, and into the phone. I couldn't quite get my hands completely around the reciever when I picked it up, as evidence of the preceding events. "H-hello?" I choked out, finaly getting my hands securely on the phone. "Hello? Danny?" It was Katy, "Yeah, hi Katy." I said, in my please-make-this-quick-I'm-real-busy voice. "Hi!" "What's up?" "Um, i just wanted to know what you were doing tonight?" "I'm...busy," Buzz! "I mean, I have company." "Oh, oh, oohhhh." I laughed, "Yeah," I said. "It's not what you think, though." "Oh, please, Danny." "Ok, it's exactly what you think." A giggle from the other line. "What's his name?" "Chad." "Chad?" There was a sound from the other line, like Katy had dropped the phone. "Are you alright?" I asked. "Yes, I'm fine." She answered, a little too quickly. "Sorry, it's just...Chad? School Chad?" "Yes, why?" "Nothing, I just...I didn't expect him to..." "You like him, don't you?" "What? No, yes, maybe, yes." There was a long pause. "Are you still there?" I asked. Half really wanting to know, and half just wanting to get back to Chad. "Yeah, i'm still here, I just can't believe it's him." "Oh." "Well, have fun." "I will." Another giggle. "Bye bye, Katy." "Bye bye."
I hung up, and as I walked back to the living room, I wondered what Chad could be doing. I walked through the kitchen door into the living room, and headed for the couch. When I got there, though, the couch was empty. Nothing. Except For a peice of folded paper lying on the coffee table. Panic struck me, what if he left? Did i talk too long on the phone? Picking up the piece of paper, I didn't want to read it. But if he did leave, at least I'd know why. I unfolded the paper, and imeddiately, somehow, I knew it wasn't bad news.
Danny,
Whenever you decide to stop talking to your boyfriend on the phone, I'll be upstairs.
-Chad
Laughing, I set the note on the table and started up the stairs. I could smell his cologne lingering in the air, and it made me hungry for him. For his touch, the feeling of his soft, smooth skin against mine. Halfway up the stairs I noticed that i had begun to run. I slowed my pace so as not to look wierd. Just outside my bedroom door I could hear music playing softly and I wondered just what Chad had in mind for this evening. But putting all uncertainty behind me, I opened the door. I don't know how he did it, but Chad had managed to sneek one of those coloured light bulbs past me. It cast a soft, pink glow all over the room. it worked, strangely, i was beginning to get more excited. When I finaly got to the bed, nothing could have prepared me for what i saw. Chad lay on the bed, wearing nothing but a pair of my underwear. When he saw me he glanced down at the briefs, "They fit nice, don't you think?" He said. I giggled a bit, then hopped on the bed, crawling across it untll i reached Chad. I was on top of him, with his legs inbetween my own, and my arms bracing myself on the headboard behind Chad's head. "Well, hello there." He said, looking down at my hard-on, blatantly obvious, even through my jeans. We both giggled this time, as Chad worked my shirt over my head. "God you're beautiful." He said, and leaned up to kiss me. I fell into his kiss, feeling his tongue cast shivers down my spine and back up again. After what seemd an eternity of bliss and passion, we broke, but only for air. Gasping happily, I looked at Chad, "I have to tell you something." The words were out of my mouth before I even realised it.
Chad propped himself up on his elbows and looked at me, "What is it?" he asked. I suddenly got nervous, "Well, I'm sure you're a lot more experienced at this stuff than me," I noticed his smile. "And I'm sure you're used to being with experienced boys, but I'm not as experienced as you might think." He held his hand up to my mouth and spoke softly, "What made you think i was so experienced?" "Well," I managed out, "you know exactly what to do to turn a guy on, and you're so comfortable with yourself around guys, I don't know, I just thought..." Chad smiled again. "If I told you you'd be my first," he started after awhile. "Would you believe me?" I looked him in the eyes, "Your first what?" He blushed," My first anything." He said, "You were my first kiss, the first boy to touch me," I felt tears beginning to well. "You're my first love." I couldn't speak. We were sharing something I thought i'd never feel until I was old and grey. We were sharing love. Love for each other, love for our love for each other. As if reading my mind, Chad let out those three words we all want to hear at least once in our lives, the ones that melt our hearts. "Danny, I love you." I couldn't help it, I began to cry. "Oh my god," I choked out. "I love you too, Chad." We embraced for a long while, not sure where to go from there. Then it struck me, "Let's celebrate our new found love." I said to Chad, with a look on my face no one could misunderstand.
I still remember how it all started, one year ago, under the bleachers.
To be continued...?
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