This is the first of a four part story about Alex and James. I hope to have the next three posted within the next few weeks!
Chapter 1- Wanting James
Alex:
"Do you even think he likes me?" I asked Andrew glumly at his party. We were standing in the hall of his house, watching people dancing. James was in the middle of it all, making a total fool of himself and looking incredibly hot doing so. He was quite obviously not a dancer.
Andrew was one of James' close friends. They'd gone to primary school together and I'd been at high school with him, and we'd all started hanging out at uni. For them it had been something of a reunion. And I'd spent every moment trying to get them to like me enough to include me. At least, that's what it felt like.
They'd fallen out of contact at different high schools, and then once they got to uni it was like the fact that Andrew was a drama freak and James was an athlete didn't matter. I'd been at school with James, but we hadn't really been friends in any sense of the word, even if we'd been friendly enough. Our groups hadn't really mixed.
All the same, I'd known James was the one for as long as I'd known him. How could I not have known? He was a god amongst men. He was gorgeous and friendly, quiet and sweet. He was taller than me, muscled, had beautiful soulful eyes... I got half hard every time I saw him. I'd been in love with him for years, and he'd only come out just over a year and a half ago. And as far as I knew, he'd never had a boyfriend.
I badly wanted him to be mine, but he didn't seem to think of me as anything other than a friend.
Andrew sighed. "You're going to have to ask him."
"What," I said bitterly. "Because he's secretly in love with me, too? I'm a fucking geek, a twink who's just a target for the bi-curious and
he's
-"
"Take it easy," Andrew said, gripping my shoulder with a frown. I don't really know how he'd figured it out. I hadn't been able to deny it, though, and somehow it had almost brought us closer. Well, he seemed to think it did. All the advice he gave me... the prodding. Ugh. "If you need to know how he feels then you're going to have to do something. Ask him."
Yeah, right. As if I could. And run the very real risk of losing him as a friend too?
It was impossible. I was loud and obviously gay and I didn't give a damn who knew it. I said whatever popped into my head and I couldn't stop myself. The only exception was when it came to James. I shook my head in disgust. Hanging around with him and pretending I wasn't desperately in love with him- if that was all I could ever have, then I didn't want to ruin it.
"I'd rather not." I said sourly. "We all know how well that's worked for me in the past."
"You want him or not?" Andrew shot back. I did. I really did. It was getting worse, too. Coffee or lunch every few days wasn't enough. It had never been enough, but I'd managed to lie to myself for this long. "It's been a year and a half since he came out and you're still sitting back and just waiting for someone else to snap him up so you can moan about that too. Just man up and ask him out already." Ouch.
I didn't reply. I didn't like hard truths.
"God, you piss me off, sometimes." He growled.
No, I wasn't going to reply to that, either.
Finally, Andrew sighed. "We'll make it a dare." He said slowly.
"What?" I asked. Now he had my interest.
Andrew grinned at me, and turned back to look at James dancing like an idiot.
A dare.
I couldn't hide a smile.
James:
"Hey," Alex said, coming up to me.
"Hellooooo," I said, then laughed because I had never ever noticed what a funny word that was. And because he had red hair. Red hair was funny. And his was red red red. Spiky red. Did he know how funny it was? I put my arm around his shoulders so I could lean on him. The world was tilting slightly. Waaaay too much dancing; phew...
"What's up?" I asked.
"I've been playing truth or dare."
"Hey, fun!" I said. I hadn't played that for years! Not since primary school!
"Well," he said with a grin. "You're mine."
I grinned back at him. I didn't really know what he was talking about but he was smiling too and I was feeling really good. This was a great party!
"They're going to count to twenty, right?" he asked. Twenty? I wasn't sure what he meant, but I looked around and everyone was looking at us and laughing and talking. Weird. I didn't mind though. Just a little bit of alcohol and they could look all they liked.
How come I'd never tried this before? This was great! I was never this brave. I never danced.
"Ready?" Alex asked. Huh?
I looked at him, wondering what was going on.
Alex smiled at me and I felt his hand slide behind my head. I opened my mouth to ask him what he was doing when suddenly his lips were on mine and there was tongue. He was kissing me? I went to pull away but his hand on my head kept me close and our teeth clashed and then his tongue skimmed lightly along mine and my stomach dropped with longing and suddenly I was kissing him back, trying to taste him and get him closer and grabbing fistfuls of his shirt and I wanted to feel his soft skin but his clothes were in the way and he tasted so good and there
had
to be a way to get closer to him – and suddenly there was noise everywhere and Alex was pulling away, laughing, and people were around us.
Where had they come from? And why were they cheering? I leant on Alex more heavily and he was speaking to Andrew while I grinned at him and then we were somewhere else, dimmer and quieter and he was smiling at me.
"Been kissed before?" Alex asked quietly.
"Noooo." I drew the word out for emphasis. I grinned. I'd finally been kissed. And it had only taken 19 years.
"Sorry." Alex said. "If I'd known it was your first kiss I'd have done better."
"Better how?" I asked. Kissing was awesome! And he wanted
better
?
Alex took a deep breath. "Like this." he said and leant in to kiss me again. I met him- this was great!- but he pulled away, laughing. "Take it easy, you jerk." He said. "Start slow, ok? Less tongue or you're going to choke me." I nodded. I could do that. I would do anything for more kisses.
We kissed more slowly. He tasted so good, felt so warm. His tongue was doing all sorts of awesome things... I was feeling more and more aroused and more and more sleepy. It was a really, really good feeling.
Alex's hand slid down my shirt and hit the waist of my jeans. I moaned and my knees went weak as his hand cupped me through my jeans. No one had touched me there before...
I reached for him, but he was pulling away.
"Want to do that to you." I mumbled. I sounded weird.
"Trust me," Alex murmured, kissing my cheeks. "You
are
doing that to me." I didn't know what he meant because my hands were nowhere near his dick but he grinned and pulled away again. "Wait here for me. Then I promise we'll keep going." he said. "Don't move. I'll be one minute."
"Where're-"
"Bathroom." He grimaced.
"No, no, noooo." I tried to catch him, clung to him. I didn't want him to leave me for a second, not one, not a single one.
Alex giggled. "Babe," he murmured. "I have to piss, while I'd really like to see you naked and have you see me naked, Andrew's bathroom in the middle of his party is not the right time. Wait here, alright? I'll be back soon."
" 'K." I agreed glumly. He'd called me 'babe'. That was weird. But good weird. I was all warm and fuzzy.
Alex vanished and I looked around. We were in a small room on our own. Where had the party gone? I wandered towards the doorway and down the hall.
Ah. Here was the party.
"You lose Alex?" Someone asked, laughing. I nodded and they passed me a shot. Mmm. Shot was sticky and sweet. More?
Ah yes. More. Mmmm.
People laughing and talking. Couldn't quite make out the words.
There was Andrew! "Hi Andrew!" I said, grinning. Andrew looked worried.
