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Mixed Drinks, Mixed Feelings

Mixed Drinks, Mixed Feelings

“This party’s lame as shit.” Rian muttered under his breath as he tilted a beer bottle towards his lips while surveying the room of sweaty, drunk teenagers.
“Don’t say that!” Jack piped up to try and lighten up the mood. His attempt was pretty futile though.
“Yeah, come on Ri,” Alex backed his best friend up, “They’re throwing this for us, remember?”
Jack slung an arm around Rian’s neck while Alex tried groping him from behind. “Starting this Sunday, we’re gonna be rockstars man.”
Rian shook them both off, using a bit more force on Alex. “Who the hell is ‘they’ anyway?”
“The peeps from school! Everyone!” Alex said.
“But we don’t even talk to any of these guys! They probably didn’t even notice we existed before Jack’s mom emailed the whole Baltimore that we were signed and touring. Come on, even Hot Lindsey the senior’s here.” Rian waved his beer around towards a bleach blonde girl shaking her tanned body wildly to the music.
“Hey it worked!” Jack shrugged.
“Where’s Zack when you need him…” Rian muttered more to himself than to anyone in particular.
“Probably boning that chick from Chem.” Alex said.
“Or boning all the chicks from Chem.” Jack added, and they both shared a laugh and a slap on their backs.
“I need another beer.” Rian said, waving off the reminder that he’d already had seven in the span of two hours and heading straight for the kitchen.
Alex turned to his best friend Jack, who was still scanning the area of grinding teenagers and strobe lights.
“I guess it’s just you and me babe.” Alex said. “Again.”
It wasn’t the first time in parties that they found themselves alone with each other. Usually it led to hunting for girls to make out with—sometimes they got lucky and scored handies—or looking for the guy that snuck the real liquor in and getting piss-ass drunk before ten. The two decided that the latter was more entertaining. Plus, it was past midnight so they had a good excuse to be wasted. Within five minutes, Jack and Alex had located Keith, the senior and current boyfriend of Hot Lindsey, but more known as the guy who was actually 21 and can buy drinks whenever he wanted to. The three of them, along with four girls were huddled in a corner, passing around the bottles of Jaeger and tequila.
“You guys are gonna be famous, right?” Keith slurred, turning to Jack.
“You bet.” Jack said, waiting eagerly for his next turn with the alcohol.
“Good. Well you better remember me, got that kid? And this circle. This night. You better not forget.”
“I won’t.” Jack said.
Soon, seven of them were on the edge of throwing up, but instead laughing at a face Lisa was making.
“Man haven’t you been crushing on her since, like, fucking ever?” Jack asked Alex, not-so-quietly. It didn’t matter now since no one was really paying much attention to them.
“Nah I don’t have a chance with that chick.” The older boy replied as his eyes started to grow heavy.
“You’re fucking crazy bro. She’s wasted. Just grab her.”
“I’m not gonna go rape a drunk bitch.”
“It’s not rape if she likes it, right?” Jack smirked.
“Fuck you.” Alex rolled his eyes, though he knew Jack had a point. Everyone in town knew they were going to be touring, living that rock star dreaming, make it or not. Maybe Lisa was going to be one of those potential groupies.
Obviously, Jack realized on his own that Alex wasn’t going to take matters into his own hands, and decided to do it himself.
“Who’s up for Spin the Bottle?” he said.
A couple of ‘yeah’s and ‘sure’s and ‘why not’s came up from the small group.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Alex hissed, horrified at the suggestion.
“Just tryin’a have some fun.” Jack shrugged innocently, winking at Alex.
“I don’t think that’s such a good idea.” Alex said, eyeing his best friend like a predator to its prey. Jack was too drunk to notice the hostile looks Alex had on.
“I think it is.” A soft voice said from the circle. Alex had only ever heard it in class. It was Lisa, obviously, the hot skinny chick with the big eyes. They had almost every subject together. Alex looked at her, not really sure how to reply.
“Then let’s play.” Jack said. He set down the bottle of tequila in front of him as the rest of the group shuffled slowly to create a circle. “No rules.”
“Jack,” Alex said, “why don’t you start?”
Jack smirked, taking that as a challenge. “Okay.”
So he spun the bottle, then watched it stop on Lin, an exchange student from Korea that still didn’t know much English after two years of being in Baltimore. Jack crawled forward and placed a light peck on her lips, then retracted back to his seat. Lin grabbed the bottle, spun it until it landed on Roger, a freckly football kid. The night went by from Roger to Stacy, Stacy to Missy, Missy to Keith, Keith to Alex, Alex to Lisa, Lisa to Missy, and Missy to Jack. Jack, who was getting bored of the game already even if he was the one who suggested, jumped a bit when he saw that the bottle had gotten back to him. He took a hold of it gingerly and spun it around. It skidded a bit against the tiles but finally landed on Alex. He turned his head to the side to look and dark eyes met Alex’s and automatically, he chuckled. It wasn’t a big deal, right? Keith kissed Alex just ten minutes ago, so a guy-on-guy thing wouldn’t be so shocking. And it’s not like Alex would mind, it was a game, or even remember. Jack sucked in a breath and tried not to notice that Alex looked pretty scared, even wiping a hand on his jeans.
“Relax Gaskarth.” Jack whispered, before taking Alex’s chin between his two fingers and leaning in to kiss the older boy. It was weird at first; Jack’s lips pressing lightly on Alex’s soft pink ones. Jack couldn’t help but notice too how Alex’s eyes were shut tight and his were slightly open, so he closed them quickly before sealing their mouths.
Grapes, Jack thought, Alex’s lips feel like kissing peeled grapes.
Before they knew it, their kiss was over, and it was Alex’s turn to spin.
“Uh,” Alex said, blinking when Jack pulled back. “I guess I have to do it now.”
“That’s how you play the game.” Stacy laughed.
“Right.”
Alex spun and waited, for some reason, it felt like forever, before it landed once again on Jack.
“No way, you guys got each other twice!” Missy clapped happily.
“W-What does that mean?” Alex asked.
“Tongues!” All the girls cheered.
“Oh.”
Jack was a bit disappointed that Alex seemed to be put off that he had to kiss him again, no doubt a little bit longer. In his opinion, the first time was great, and it was only a few seconds!
“I guess we—uhm—again.” Alex said, smiling nervously at Jack.
“Uhuh.”
“Okay cool.”
Alex reached up, God, why was his hand shaking so hard? And rested his hand on Jack’s jaw. He waited for Jack to close his eyes before he did too. The first thing he felt was Jack’s wet tongue, coated in the taste of all the alcohol of the night. But surprisingly, he liked it, how it was warm and slippery, and he let the kiss turn from just part of a game, to a real one until he wasn’t sure how much time he took kissing his best friend and didn’t even care to stop for a breath.
Okay!” Keith stepped in, separating the two boys by yanking them away by the shoulders. “Moving on…Jack?”
Jack, whose heart was bouncing around in his ribcage, was still trying to catch his breath, was staring right at Alex, who was doing the same thing.
“Actually, um, I think I need to take a piss.” Jack said, jumping to his feet before anyone could protest. He maneuvered his way out of the kitchen and around the house to the bathroom with his legs working like jello, where he swung the door open and splashed his face with a handful of cold water. What was that? What the hell was that? It was just kissing Alex. And the weird part was, he didn’t think it was weird, even though it really should have been. In fact, he would have done it again if he could.
“Hey.”
Jack looked up at the mirror, finding Alex standing right behind him.
“Uh, hi.”
“Are you okay?” Alex asked.
I’m okay. Are you?”
Jack wasn’t stupid. He knew something was way more off with Alex than with him. From the mirror, he saw the older boy avoiding his eyes and chewing on his nails.
“What are you doing here?” Jack asked Alex, wiping his hands on his pants.
“I came to see if you were okay.” Okay.
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I’unno.”
“Idiot.”
Jack rolled his eyes. He usually never got mad, ever, but this was taking a toll on his patience—I mean there was the alcohol already, then there was Alex who was acting all awkward, then there was still himself; Jack hated that it was him that wanted a more and Alex didn’t seem to show that much at all.
“What do you want, Gask…” Jack asked, and in a split second, Alex was stepping forward and bringing their lips together and muffling his last name in Jack’s throat.
Jack didn’t even protest, completely focusing on Alex’s tongue sliding around his mouth, not even when he felt something heat up in his stomach and sink down to his crotch, or when he felt Alex’s hand land on his leg, right where his dick sat, already semi-hard.
“Mm…” Jack mumbled against Alex’s lips.
“Shut up you faggot and take your pants off.”
“Wha—Bro—Are you sure?” Jack asked just in case.
Alex, who was already into kissing Jack, was a bit thrown off by the question. He had just come here to the bathroom to make out with Jack, and now he was being questioned whether he was sure of it?
“Well we don’t have to if you don’t…” Alex said, recoiling a bit.
“Oh, no, I do, it’s just…”
“Then what are you waiting for Barapussy?”
Jack rolled his eyes, but smiling this time. It was relaxing to know the same Alex was still here, in his right mind—sort of. So Jack obliged, thinking at the back of his head that he had to be home before two so he had to hurry, and took his pants off, while Alex did the same. He tugged his shirt off too, hoping Alex would follow, which he did. His sense of urgency kicked in and he made for Alex, pushing the older boy against the door with his mouth until he heard the click. From there, it’s like wildfire, their bodies tensing and kisses deepening. Jack was sure he had only seen this in porn, or movies, but then again it was happening to him and he didn’t know how; how it was like he was soda can shook to hard and waiting to explode, or an animal, not being able to get enough of the other.
“Fuck, Jack…” Alex groaned, grinding his thigh harder between Jack’s legs. He tried to focus on something else in the bathroom; the wallpaper, the lights; anything to keep him from coming on the spot whenever he felt Jack’s dick knock against his, which was a lot. He slid a sweaty hand into Jack’s boxers, and fisted Jack’s cock hard, pumping it as fast as he could.
“God, uhng—fucking—Gaskarth…” Jack’s petty groans suddenly fade out, making the bathroom almost completely silent, aside from the heaves and the moaning. He followed Alex’s suit and searched for his friend’s dick, and started pulling. Fuck, that felt so much better than his own hand, Alex thought. It didn’t take much strokes before, Alex was sure he was going to cream his pants. He was too distracted by the situation to even notice that Jack was grabbing at his hair.
“Fuck Jack, fuck you’re so hot, I’m gonna come.” He muttered, craning his head towards the ceiling.
“Fuck, oh yeah fuck, me too.” Then Jack dropped his head to suck on Alex’s collarbone, trying to silence another moan.
“Ungh, Alex…
Jack tightened his legs involuntarily, making Alex suck in another heavy breath, a hand tugging at Alex’s dick, and another on his hair. He yanked one to smash Alex’s lips against his, tongue pushing in against his teeth, before arching his back and trying to keep their mouths connected, as he comes with a string of curses. Alex didn’t take long, coming almost instantly when he saw Jack, groaning and muttering as he rode out his orgasm.

Jack pulled back to let Alex breathe a bit. The wall clock said exactly 1:30 in the morning. He leaned his back against the sink, and reached for a perfectly folded face towel to wipe the come off his stomach. He handed it next to Alex, who did the same.
“I liked that.” The older boy said first, breaking the silence.
Jack, who thought Alex would be the one to freak out first, surprisingly felt better inside that he said that.
“I liked that too.” He replied.
A smile tugged at Alex’s lips as he stepped forward, placing a kiss softly on Jack’s pink and almost-puffy-from-kissing lips, and Jack couldn’t help it, he found himself smiling into the kiss too.

When they stepped outside, clothed but still drenched in sweat, Lisa called out, “Yo guys, what took you so long? Alex, it’s your turn!”
“No thanks bros,” Alex replied, sliding a hand around Jack’s neck. “Spin the Bottle’s not really my game.”
“Oh really?” Jack said, as they walked outside the house. “It seemed pretty enjoyable to me.”
“Yeah well, I guess it’s only fun when I like the one I’m playing with.”
Jack smiled again, and laughed too as they made their way to Alex’s car.
“You mean me, right? You like playing with me.”
Alex rolled his eyes.
“No shit, you idiot.”
“Just checking. Then I think we should totally play it again.”
Alex opened the door, letting Jack climb in first before he did.
“Don’t worry, Barakat. We’ll have all the time to play on tour."

Notes

Okay that's it! Hope you liked it!

Comments

I love this so much!
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5/19/13
That's what I was thinking @jagksexual! This is great, you're a good writer you should definitely do more!
alltimemhairi alltimemhairi
4/10/13
How does this not have comments? It's so good!
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4/3/13