ONE
It's late evening on a Saturday and we're in Archer's old tree house like old times. The old brown wood was sturdy but ugly and cheaply made by his father before he left them. We're sitting side by side, I'm slouched over with my arms wrapped around my legs. He's casual, in his element, shooting helpless creatures like he used to do. It's kind of nice, hanging out here like we used to as kids. Just one room filled with forgotten toys, books, leftover snack wrappers and a faded poster of Scarlet Johansson. We're seniors now, basically eighteen and things are different.
"Watch this," Archer says, aiming his sling shot at a couple of squirrels. He lets loose the rubber and the rock sails across the lawn. "Shit! I missed."
"You shouldn't be doing this," I say dejectedly. "It's sadistic."
"And you should shut up," he says, dark eyes flashing with anger. We stare at each other but I look away to watch the scurrying squirrels.
"Look over there," he says pointing to a nest in a nearby tree.
"Archer?" I question him. I should keep my mouth shut but I hate when he practices and I'm too chicken shit to stop him.
He takes aim again and we watch the rock fly toward the nest. "Bull's-eye!"
"Wow," I praise sardonically. I twirl a loose nail nervously as I scan the muddled sky. He lays his slingshot next to him officially ending target practice. I turn toward him, "So, Archer are we going to the party tonight?"
"Rian's?" he says impassively.
"Yeah," I say quickly. "Remember he invited you?"
"Huh, I don't know," he says sounding disinterested.
"Why?" I ask. Rian Cho was his friend and he would want him to come.
"It'll be boring," he shrugs.
"But everyone's going," I add. "We have to go."
"No," he insists, tone firm. Rattled, I tinker with my armband trying to think of a way to win him over.
"Roxanne's will be there," I add even though I secretly hated her.
"When do you care about her?" he grumbles.
"You do sleep with her," I state, keeping my voice flat. "She thinks you're going too."
He's silent as I wait for his verdict. "Beg," he finally says so straightforward that I thought I misheard him.
"What?" I say to confirm.
"You want to go, so beg," he says turning toward me with a dark glint in his eyes.
"Please, can we go please," I beg, bringing my hands together for good measure.
"Not good enough," he grumbles.
"Please, I'll owe you," I say knowing I'll pique his interest. He's quiet for a second time and suddenly I'm afraid.
"Fine," he softens.
"Thank you," I say wondering what would he want me to do?
"Don't thank me yet," he says rubbing his sunkissed bronzed skin. I look down at my pale arms and sulk. "You're hungry," he asks pointedly while looking at me.
"Are you?" I counter.
"Good boy," he says a small smile on his devilishly red lips.
We gathered our stuff and climb down the rope ladder and into the house. Archer goes into the refrigerator and starts pulling out lunchmeat, cheese, pickles, mustard and mayo.
"What time is the party?" he asks, lathering the bread slices with mustard.
"Nine," I say, grabbing plates.
"Here," he says, hanging me a completed sandwich. I bite and chew as he watches me. He eats slowly his eyes tracking mine like a predator stalking his prey. I dust off the crumbs and grab a water bottle. He stalks toward the staircase. "Come on."
Once in his room, he closes the window shutting out the neighbor's loud ass dog. Satisfied, he jumps on his bed, stretching out his long legs. I shuffle over to his desk, at his computer chair.
"There've better be weed," he says running his hand through his messy black hair.
"Definitely," I say reassuring him. Rian doesn't smoke much but he's generous.
"Rian's a couple of miles away so I'll just drive there," he says.
"Okay," I agree.
We don't say anything for a while, I just look around the room, sneaking peeks at him.
"Jesus, your curls are out of control," he teases reaching for a handful.
"Oh God no," I say pushing his fingers away.
"You look like a blond Harry Styles," he laughs.
"And?" I said flicking my curls out of my face.
"It's cute," he says and the admission hangs in the air between us.
"Thanks," I say hesitantly. His comment warms me but I ignore the feeling.
"Pout for me," he mocks.
"Can we talk about something else," I say, cheeks flaming. He knows I'm self-conscious but he likes pushing anyway.
"What time is it?" he asks.
"Nine," I said looking at his computer's clock.
"I'm horny," he says.
Instantly, my glaze drifts to his bulge and I lick my lips nervously, waiting for his command.
"Come here," he murmurs sensually in his deep voice. Immediate shivers race down my spine as I move toward him. I crawl on the bed over his outstretched legs, basically straddling his lap without touching him. I'm just hovering over him, looking into his dark blue eyes. His eyes never stray off me as he methodically unbuttoned his pants.
"Suck it!" he harshly demands. My dick twitches in my pants as I grope his penis through his boxers. I'm drooling as I lick alongside his rigid length wetting the soft fabric. I unravel his ten-inch cock and suck on the head. He smells so good and taste kind of earthly.
"Don't be coy," he warns as I slurp around the tip. He takes my head and forces me to deep throat him. Expertly, I loosen my throat inhabiting him to slide down with ease.
"Fuck yes," he moans. I want to make him happy so I bath my tongue around his pole. He grabs fistfuls of my hair, gyrating his hips making me breathless. But, I don't panic instead inhale through my nose. I continue to slurp and suck until shortly he's shaking from an orgasm.
"Come on," he goads me. "Take it. Fuck, I'm cumin!" He yells, rocking against me as I gulp and choke down his explosion. I gently and attentively lick the residue from his limp penis and laden balls. I tease his piss slit, collecting the remaining droplets.
"Damn," he says out of breath. I lick my lips while sitting back, finding space near his side.
"I'll have to keep you around," he chuckles meanly. "My little blond whore."
"You're an idiot," I snap at him. Now I'm a slut?
"And you're a little bitch, my fucking bitch," he berates me all playfulness gone.
"Why do you do that?" I ask, tears gathering in my eyes. God, I didn't want to cry in front of him but he makes me feel so vulnerable.
