»A BONUS CHAPTER«
»BONUS CHAPTER #2«
A/N: Warning. (E)Nuph said.
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»Chapter 21.5«
»Ashton Trace
Gloss was partying widly as he took a swig of his beer. He was dancing together with Kaila and Beau. Derek encircled his arms around my waist from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder as we moved slowly. Derek's face seemed fiery, because of the fire flickering. He looked at me with a thoughtful expression, and smiled. That made my heart jump. The fact that he made my heart jump just by his cute, heavenly smile was making me scared. The way he smiles at me is quite petrifying. When he smiled at me, I couldn't look away. My eyes were focused on his sweet, full, reddish lips. It's tasty. Not that I've tasted it before, but it seems like it.
Derek gave me a lighthearted pull and rested his hands on the small of my back as we swayed just a little. He squealed when I accidentally put my foot on top of him. I said sorry. He didn't say anything, just pecked my cheek and forehead. I felt the heat creeping up into my cheeks, and squirmed out his grip when he tightened his hug around me. I really like Derek. But there's something about John. He's a mystery to me. I've flirted with him, teased him, done my best to win his heart. But I was a food. He's as straight as a freaking ballpen. He doesn't like poles. He likes caves. I've been telling myself that, but my heart still beats for him. I was really hurt when he said those harsh things at me; that my mother hated me. It made my cry. And I asked myself that day; did my mom hate me? Does my mom still hate me? Did my mother love me for who I really am?
Those questions haunted me, asking for answers. I'm still trying to figure, to find some answers to it. But there's always nothing. John's insults hurt me, but his comment about my mom hated me just kind of made me realize that he would never like me. He will never like me. Because he hates me. So I'll just look after Derek, to see if I could love him the way I love John. Maybe my love for John is kind of a punishment for me. Derek kissed my temple, then he swung me around. Good thing it was dark, the only light was from the fire, so he couldn't see my cheeks flushing. Derek makes me feel like I'm not lifeless at all. But John makes me feel like I'm being reborn, to start a new life, with no hints of scarred and painful past. But John is the same one who can bring me down, break my walls, and make me rebuild it again.
This was a party. So people tend to mind their own businesses. No one was causing us harm. No one was calling us 'faggot', 'queer', 'cocksucker', and painful insults. In fact, we were having fun. John was nowhere in sight. Not that I was looking for him. Derek swung me round again and my hands rested on his shoulders. He always look at me like I'm a precious jewel that needs to be taken care of. He smiled at me and I smiled back.
"Ash, I know that you're still not over him," Derek said as he rested his forehead against mine, his lips slightly parted. I didn't comment at that. Because it's true that I wasn't over John. He's my first love. "But if you give me a chance, I'll help you to get over him, and hopefully, you could love me the way you love him. I really like you, Ashton."
"I don't want to use you," I said, staring back at his eyes. Using people is against my rules and vows. Plus, it's Derek Reid. I don't want to use Derek for my own benefit. Just because I'm not over to a person, doesn't mean I need to use people to help myself. If I really want to help myself, I need to stand up and man up. "Derek, believe it or not, you have a special place in my heart. But, I can't use you. You're, next to Kaila and Gloss, my best friend. Beau, too. But I believe that I have to deal with this love sick thing alone."
"Then just give me a chance to prove myself to you," he pleaded, tightening his hold around me. His thick Russian accent is a music blaring softly in my ears. "I'll do everything for you, Ashton. Just give me a chance."
"Derek, look at me." I said. He did. His brows were furrowed as he looked at me with hopeful eyes. "You're my friend. Even if I give you a chance, my heart's still the one in charge. I can give you a chance, that's what my mind said, is always saying. But my heart always refuses."
"Then listen to your mind," he whispered. "After all, mind is brilliant."
"That's where you're wrong," I said. "Heart and mind are connected. They must be the same when it comes to making decisions. Heart, it tells feelings. Mind, it tells heart what to do. But it also speak on its own. So basically, I'm confused. My mind is confused. So, I can't make any desicions right now."
"Okay, I'll wait." Derek said sadly.
I wanted to say no, because I knew, deep down, from the bottom of my heart, that my heart will always belong to John. I don't want Derek waiting for me. I don't want Derek waiting for nothing. But I couldn't speak. Because if I did, I might say what I wanted to say and we might lose our friendship. So instead, I nodded. Derek took my hand once again and lead me to sit on the lodge. We watched the fire burn the woods and dried leaves. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Beau helping Kaila because she was really drunk and having fun. Gloss kept dancing. Even though he's out of the closet gay, girls kept grinding on him. And he didn't mind. Because he used to grind them. Someone staggered beside me, and I looked up. When I did, I let out a gasp.
"Can we talk, Ashton?" John said, hiccuping. Base on what I was seeing, John was really wasted. What did he want to talk about? What was he going to say to me? There's one way to find out. "Please, Ashton." Derek looked at me, merely shaking his head.
I stood up and brushed the dirt off of my butt. "Okay."
I didn't look back at Derek. I didn't want to see him getting hurt. We kept walking. No one was speaking. The silence was thick, even the tension. John never talked to me. Until now.
So it really surprised me when he approached me back there, just so we could have a little talk. But what could he be possibly wanting to tell me?
It must be really important.
We reached the end of the beach, the shore, and there was a small boat. Two persons could take a ride. He gestured for it, and I narrowed my eyes at him suspiciously. He just rolled his eyes and gestured again on the boat. Reluctantly and hesitantly, I got it. The boat was wide, and there were no seats. He pushed the boat, and when it's far enough, he immediately got in and let the water took us away. Beside I was sitting, were two paddles.
There were small waves, making the boat shook a little as it moved. The half crescent moon was perfect, showing its beautiful glory at us. The dark sky, with the breathtaking stars sparkling, was too beautiful I wanted to go there and live. But it's impossible. The sound of the waving sea and the breeze of the wind could be heard as I watched the sky. For a moment, I forgot that John was with me, that we were on the same boat, that we needed to talk.
The atmosphere was cold, and I'd shiver every gush of wind. The beach, where the party was going, was just now a blur in my vision as the sea continued to take us somewhere. When I looked at John, he was looking at me with those puffy and red eyes. He had been crying. I just noticed. He looked sad and full of pain. It's like I was seeing his soul through his beautiful, mesmerizing eyes. But it held so much sadness and pain. He looked at the sky. I did the same.
"Do you believe that we're the only ones living, in the entire galaxy?" He asked me as he watched the sky. The clouds seemed violet as it emerged at other almost-transparent clouds. Where was he getting at?
"I don't know," I replied honestly.
"It's terrying to know that we may or may not the only ones living in the galaxy."
"Yeah,"
"But you know what's really terrifying for me?"
"No clue,"
"You," he whispered.
»John Lucas Flench
"Me?" He asked me as he scrunched his little pointy nose in a very cute manner.
Even though I was drunk, I could still see his cuteness bubbling. He was so handsome in every way. But I felt bad. Not for him but for myself. When I insult him, I'd always eat what I said. Because it's always the exact opposite. Still, I couldn't believe I fell in love with this guy. John Lucas Flench, one of the hottest heartthrob jock in Sky International High School, is fucking gay with Ashton Trace, one of the NOBODYs in school.
Ashton was my first love. I've never felt this way to anyone before; much less to a guy. I'd always known I was straight, because I played girls, for fuck's sake! I'd never been attracted to guys before. Just Ashton Trace. He's a first. I'm fucking gay with him.
I have pictures of him in my new photo album. All of it are stolen shots of him smiling, goofing, grinning, laughing, and playing. Hell, on my other phone, Ashton is my freaking wallpaper. I'd stalk his Facebook account and just look at it, and get angry whenever Derek posts something cheesy and flirty on his wall.
And I'd feel down whenever Ashton comments back; a flirty comment.
"Yeah, you." I said, my voice sounded hoarse and shaky. Both caused by alcohol and nervousness.
"Why am I terrifying for you?" He asked me curiously. Then his face fell down as he spoke, "Is that because I'm gay? Does it terrify you?"
"No," I quickly said, my hands were getting clammy. "No." I said firmly.
"John, why are we here?"
"Ashton, you've been bugging me ever since." I spoke. He mumbled a sorry, and that he'd never do it again. But I shook my head and ignored his comment. "You're all over me, like a dirt in my basketball uniform." He tried to speak, but I cut him off. "Shut up, listen to what I'm saying. I maybe drunk, but I know what I'm saying and doing, Ashton. You kept flirting with me. You kept doing things a normal guy wasn't supposed to do."
"I'm really sorry, John." Ashton said, tears welling up in his eyes. "Sorry for bugging you. I'm not doing it anymore. I promise you."
"Take that promise back,"
"What?"
"I said, take your promise back," I said, shifting until we're facing each other. He looked at me scrutinizingly.
"Why?"
"Because I'd love you to bug me," I said then crushed my lips against his.
The feeling of his lips against mine was eternal bliss from heaven. It's like what I had expected; soft, like puffy clouds, warm, just a right heat, and sweet. He tasted beer, with a mix combination of bubble gum cotton candy. I was on a cloud nine. It felt heaven when I kissed Ashton. He couldn't move. Too shocked by my action. So I took a lead and kissed him passionately. I nibbled his bottom lip and tugged it, he let out a soft moan and my manhood stirred when I heard that sexy moan he had released.
Hesitantly, he put his hands on my shoulders, gripping it as he kissed me back. The feeling of his lips moving against mine made me feel like I was no carrying problems. He made me feel lightweight. I pushed him on the wood floor of the small boat without breaking the kiss. The kiss was slow and sensual. It's like we're savoring the moment, taking it slowly so we could cherish it as it was happening.
Even the wind was blowing coldly at us, it felt hot. My body was on fire. Ashton's body was on fire, too. As much as he tried to protest, his body was telling me something differently. He liked this the way I liked it. The heat was making me sweaty and sticky. I had to take Ashton's clothes so I could ravish his body. In one swift move, I took off his shirt and threw it somewhere on the boat. I put a trail of butterfly kisses across his collarbone, down to his chest. His nipples were hard and erect, so I flicked my tongue on the hard bud and he squirmed. Then I played it with the tip of my tongue, teasing it, as my free hand toyed with the other one. Then after a minute of sucking, biting, tugging, and toying with his nipples, I ran my tongue across his chest down to his stomach, to his navel. I bite his sweaty skin, and I knew that would cause red marks, hickies. I wouldn't mind, though. It meant he was mine for tonight. I pulled away and eyed his pants lustfully. My breathing was uneven as I fumbled with his zippers. I took off his pants, including his black boxers, and throw it beside Ashton's clothes were placed. His manhood was in front of me, hard and erect, throbbing. The sight of his already dripping with pre-cúm còck was beautiful and mesmerizing. I'd never sucked a cóck before. This was a first. Lots of girls had done this to me plenty times, so I had a little idea to suck. I ran my lips across the slit, barely brushing on it and he mewled. Then I flick my tongue on the slit, tasting pre-cùm. It was salty. A little bit amount of salty taste was good for the health. I took him in my mouth and he groaned, grabbing a handful of my hair, tugging it. The feeling of his manhood in my mouth was a pure bliss from heaven. It's like someone was lifting me, bringing me to heaven to meet God himself. He pushed me down, so I was forced to take him deep. I relaxed my throat and took him as much as I could. That made him groan. My head kept bobbing up and down. Ashton tasted really good.
He kept moaning as I licked his còck from tip to base. That caused him to squirm. He mumbled incohorent words. Then without any warning, he shot his loads at the back of my throat. It was bittersweet and warm. I swallowed it and pulled back. Ashton's chest was heaving up and down rapidly, as if he was losing air and needed to take. So I crawled until we're face to face, gave him a kiss and let him taste himself. He parted his lips and I took the opportunity to shove my tongue inside his mouth.
My tongue roamed inside his mouth, tasting every inch, muscles, everything. I pulled away.
Since I was already half naked, I took off of my shorts and threw it beside Ashton's clothes were placed. He gasped, realizing what I was about to do. I lifted his legs, underneath his knees, and when his hole was facing me, I shoved my tongue in his hole. He mewled and groaned as I teased his hole. God, he tasted so freaking good.
A minute of rÃmmïng was absolutely fun. I then placed the tip of my throbbing cóck in front of his holy hole. Then I shoved my èrëction slowly and carefully inside him. He was so tight I shut my eyes to feel the pleasure.
"Ah..." Ashton moaned, his body arching. As my hips reached his, I waited for a minute until he finally relaxed. The whole time I was slipping my hard cóck inside him, his hole was clenched and hugging my manhood tightly. "Jo..hn, it... hurts." I told him to just wait and that I'd blow his mind out of his head. He reluctantly nodded and I moved slowly in and out of him. Every moved was making me groan and moan.
Love making on a boat was perfectly erotic and beautiful. He kept making erotic faces and it made me almost cùm inside him. But I fought against it. I wanted this to last longer. I leaned down and captured his slightly parted lips, his moans, pants, groans and other erotic noises he'd been making was muffled. His hole clenched around me, hugging my cóck tightly and my thrusting movement became so slow. Then he relaxed again and my thrust returned to normal pace.
Our love making on a boat lasted for almost an hour. I just kept thrusting in and out of him slowly and sensually. As I neared my climax, I tried to fight the urge to slam my còck deep inside him and have my wicked way at him. I wanted to shove my cõck hard inside him, to make him beg for more, and to make him cry because of pleasure I was giving him. He mumbled that he's about to cùm and I told him that I was, too. Then we both let out a scream as we both shot our essence. His loads came flying, onto his stomach and onto my chest. I shot inside him, spurting my load on the walls of his hole, filling him with my warm seed. We were breathless.
I pulled out of him and he winced in pain. I kissed him on the lips again and took his face and rested it on my chest. He snuggled next to me and brushed his nose across my chest. It tickled me so I let out a soft chuckle. Then I frowned.
"Ashton, I maybe drunk, but I know what I did. I loved it, Ashton. Very." I said, staring at the dark sky. "Please choose me over Derek, Ashton. I'm begging you." I whimpered as a tear slipped out of my left eye. Ashton looked at me.
"John, what happened a minute ago, was fantastic." He said, smiling at me. "I already chose you, John. I wouldn't be making love with you if I hadn't chosen you in the first place." I wanted to cry at his words. He brushed the tear away and pecked me on the lips.
We watched the star for awhile.
Then I smiled, realizing that I was the sky and Ashton was my stars.
Ashton was finally mine.
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Word count: 3,285.
D&T: November 30, 2014, 1:30PM.
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