Chapter Eleven
Author: Keishi
BIG FAT WARNING:
Contains m/m relationships
ONLY read if you are of age and open-minded!!
"No, no, no. Not again." Will scowled down at Drayne, putting his arm around his thin shoulders and steering him away from the school. "No more of this, at least not today. School is officially over for the weekend, and it is time to go to the club and PAR-TAY and forget everything that's bothering you."
Drayne couldn't help but smile up at his friend. "Bothering me or bothering you?"
Will raised an eyebrow. "I have no idea what you are talking about, young sir." Reaching his blue Mustang, Will slid onto the hood, putting his hand behind his head and crossing his legs. "I'm ready for my close-up, Mr. DeMille." He grinned evilly.
Drayne swatted him off the car, but he couldn't help the grin that crossed his face at Will's attempt at humor. No matter what, he could always make Drayne smile.
Grabbing Drayne, Will enveloped him in a brief hug, squeezing tight for just a second, closing his eyes. "It'll all work out someday, Drayne." He pressed a chaste kiss on top of Drayne's head then spun him out of his embrace, unlocking the door as he did so.
Drayne's smile remained as they sped out of the parking lot.
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Drayne huddled into his oversized blue sweater; one of Gade's, now that he thought about it. The night was chilly, and the strange doorstep offered no buffer to the wind. Will knocked lightly then turned his back on the door like he didn’t expect an answer at all.
Drayne gave him a strange look. "What are you doing that for?"
Will shrugged. "It'll take him a while." He tipped his head up to the night sky.
They were at Pan's house. Drayne had only recently become acquainted with the tall, lanky teen, but what he knew of him he liked. He understood that he and Will had some strange sort of relationship; they tended to be on opposite sides about things but cared for one another deeply. It was a rather unorthodox kinship, Drayne thought.
He continued to stare at Will as if he had grown a second head until he heard a light scraping sound. Looking over at one of the front-facing windows, he saw two pale hands pushing the pane upwards. In seconds a thin, black-haired boy emerged, closing the window quietly behind him. He dusted his palms on his dark pants as he came toward them.
"Pan," Will said lowly, nearly whispering. "Let's go."
Giving Drayne a small smile in greeting, his smoky eyes glared at Will's retreating back before following.
*
When they arrived at the 'club,' Drayne was surprised to find that it was really just an old Victorian-style house. Yellow tape loudly proclaiming KEEP OUT decorated the lawn, and a large wooden CONDEMNED sign was tacked rather rakishly onto the front door. Both Pan and Will walked past these without a word, and Drayne dutifully followed, albeit a bit hesitantly.
"What's this place called again?" Drayne shouted into Will's ear over the pounding music.
"Autarkic," Will shouted back. "Dunno what it means," he added, shrugging his shoulders. Drayne smiled. He did. Loosely, it was a synonym for 'free.'
*
Inside the place was packed with bodies, all college students trying to forget about academia for a couple alcohol-fueled days and just let loose. Some were letting loose right on the living room/dance floor, topless and gyrating to the pounding music. Drayne's eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw one girl licking another’s breast. He didn't realize he was staring until Pan pushed past him to tap the licking girl's shoulder.
"Hannah, geez! Why don't you and your dyke girlfriend go get a room?"
The dazed purple-headed girl looked up at Pan. "Oh, little brother," she purred. "Why don't you go get fucked in the ass already? If you can be homo in public, then so can I."
Pan folded his arms across his chest, sticking out a hip. "Maybe I'll just tell Mom and Dad?"
Hannah laughed out loud, then sneered at her younger brother. "And lose the only sanctuary you and your boyfriend have? Ha!"
Drayne watched the pair bicker with interest. His sister and he never fought like that, no matter how angry they were with each other. He suddenly desperately missed Elena.
"Hey." An arm slung around his neck brought him out of his thoughts, and Drayne smiled brightly up at Will. Pushing a plastic cup filled to the brim with beer into his hand, Will chuckled. "I know how to break those two up," he said, indicating Pan and his sister. "Watch."
Ducking underneath the bickering siblings, Will extended his hand to Hannah’s topless girlfriend. "A dance, sweetness?" His voice was sugary and innocent, an undertone of raw sexuality lacing through. The blonde girl blinked up at him, looked forlornly at Hannah one last time, and nodded. Accepting his hand she let herself be pulled up, adjusting her tube top so it covered her breasts.
Will pulled her flush against him, his hands riding low on her skirted hips. They began moving, gyrating to the seductive song blaring through the speakers. Every once in a while Will would take a drink of his beer, or she would throw her head back and allow him to lick along the column of her throat.
Drayne sat down on an old sofa, eyes glued to Will and his partner. They looked more like they were slow fucking than dancing, and briefly Drayne wondered if there was a difference between the two. He took a gulp of his beer and sighed.
"Fuck." Plunking himself down next to Drayne, Pan scowled and crossed his arms. At first Drayne thought Pan didn't know he was there, then the mysterious boy began talking.
"He always does this, you know." Drayne was startled out of his own thoughts. He blinked at Pan, who was staring intently at the tall blond as he created the world's biggest hickey on the blonde girl's neck. Drayne saw out of the corner of his eye Pan' sister making her way across the floor. She grasped the blonde's wrist and tried to yank her out of Will's hold but he just held on, maneuvering until Hannah was pressed against him. He kissed her, long and hard.
Gaze glued to the sexual melodrama unfolding before his eyes, Drayne said a vague, "Uh huh?"
"He's always trying to make me jealous." Pan's voice was monotonous.
Tearing his eyes away, Drayne took another sip of his beer. "Does it work?"
"Does what work?" Eyes never leaving Will.
"Does it make you jealous to see your boyfriend making out with someone else?"
Pan drew in a sharp breath. "He's not my boyfriend."
Drayne raised an eyebrow, attention squarely on Pan's glowering form. "But does he?"
Pan didn't answer, just shifted in his seat slightly. Drayne nodded to himself, then stood up. He held out a hand to Pan. "You shouldn't be the only one getting jealous."
Pan stared up at Drayne, at the proffered hand. "Are you sure?"
Drayne swallowed, closing his eyes for a tiny second. "Yeah," he smiled down at Pan, wiggling his fingers a bit. "Dance with me."
Taking Drayne's hand, Pan led him to the middle of the empty living room floor, just a few feet from Will and his entourage; he now had three girls he was dancing with. Wrapping his arms around Drayne's slighter frame, he tilted his head up to gaze into glittering grey eyes.
Drayne obliged Pan's every gesture, looking up into smoky blue eyes, heavily lined in eyeliner, moreso than his own. He took in the long, silky black hair that hung down his thin, angular face. Lips that looked a little pouty no matter what expression was on Pan's face, perfectly painted black. Bringing his arms up, he brushed Pan's hair aside and noticed a small tattoo on the side of his neck. Peering closer, he noticed it was of a fairy. Tinkerbell, to be exact. "What's that?" he asked softly.
Looking away, Pan's mouth quirked into a half-smile. "Will's doing," he answered just as lowly.
"I thought you said he wasn't your boyfriend."
Pan looked hard at Will, who stared back just as blatantly, one hand running down to cup some random girls' ass. Drayne realized that Will's partners had magically changed; now they were twins. "He's not," Pan said blandly. Lowering his head, he forced his gaze away from Will and onto Drayne. "Let's make him jealous, huh?"
Lips ghosted over his own, brushing faintly across Drayne's mouth before moving to his earlobe. Taking the lobe into his mouth, Pan worked at it lightly with his teeth, sucking gently. Drayne gasped, arching his back, pushing himself flush against Pan's thin body. Hands on his hips moved him slowly, sensuously to the music, turning his body liquid until he just flowed with Pan, their movements one and the same. Still Pan's mouth worked at his ear.
Throwing his head back, Drayne lost himself in the moment, not really caring who was giving him attention, just as long as he was getting it. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Will, no longer dancing but standing there, watching them. His eyes were hooded, needful. Drayne couldn't help but curve his lips into a slow smile. The plan was working.
Pan bit at Drayne's ear one last time before his tongue slid along his neck, causing shivers to run up Drayne's spine. He felt a heavy warmth against his back, and glanced up into normally sky blue eyes darkened with lust. Will pressed himself to Drayne's back, looking down into his silvery eyes for a moment before dragging them up to meet Pan's own silent gaze. Immediately the three fell into a rhythm, Pan and Will staring each other down over Drayne's shorter form. Will's hands tightened around Drayne's waist, nails digging into his stomach, and Drayne gasped, looking upwards.
Will and Pan leaned into each other, above Drayne, and kissed. Their tongues brushed wetly against each other, mouths working passionately. Drayne let out a tiny moan at the sight, instantly turned on at the fact that he was in the middle of all the heat.
After a moment of watching lips and tongues mesh and twist, Drayne realized the pair weren't coming up for air anytime soon. Wriggling out of their twin embrace, he made his way into the kitchen, hot and thirsty and just a little bit aroused. A glance over his shoulder told him that he wasn't missed much.
"Hi," greeted a rich, warm voice behind him. Drayne turned, surprised, to see a handsome, older-looking guy smiling at him. He had shaggy brown hair, much like Gade's, and sparkling blue eyes.
"Uh, hi," he answered shyly, refilling his beer and taking a drink.
"Aren't you in Burns' Thermonuclear Catastrophes class?"
Drayne blinked. "Uh, no?"
The stranger's smile widened. Drayne decided that he liked his teeth, perfect and white. "Sure you are. Name's Avery, right?"
Drayne shook his head. "I think you have me confused with someone else."
The guy moved closer. "I'm sorry, what did you say?" Taking Drayne's beer out of his hand and placing it on a nearby table, he linked their fingers together. "I never knew you were into this kind of scene. Though," his voice lowered seductively, "I can't say I wasn't hoping."
Drayne couldn't tear his eyes away from the stranger. He was gorgeous, a painfully beautiful reminder of something he'd rather forget, yet still he was held spellbound. Pressing their bodies closer together, the man leaned down and whispered into Drayne's ear, "Want to dance?"
Nodding, Drayne allowed himself to be led back into the dance area, where the beginning thrum of a guitar filtered its way through the room. It was a Smashing Pumpkins song, one Drayne knew quite well, as he closed his eyes, swayed against an unknown body, and tried to remember.
Love is a sentimental heart...
Drayne's brain suddenly brought forth the song name, along with a drowning memory. It was 'Aeroplane Flies High (Turns Right, Looks Left),' one of Gade's favorite songs, and unfortunately the only one he ever learned to play on his ancient bass guitar.
I'm disconnected by your smile...
His fingers ran through unfamiliar hair, pulled an unknown mouth down to his, and kissed it. He was unforgiving in the way his mouth slanted against the guy's, the way he shoved his tongue through a barrier of lips and teeth, plundering and not caring. Or perhaps caring a bit too much. "Gade," he said softly, too softly for anyone to hear, his hands fisting brown locks that could have been Gade's, feeling arms wrap his body that could have been the ones he wanted. Everything could have been perfect, just then, as Drayne drowned himself in the song, the memory, the kiss.
The music subdued itself until it was only Billy Corgan and his guitar, and Drayne's perfect fantasy faded. Like confetti falling to the floor after being flung high in the air the dream dissolved and Drayne was left staring at the kiss-swollen, panting mouth of a complete stranger.
"Wow," the man breathed, wiping the corner of his mouth with a finger. "That was incredible." Drayne glanced over his shoulder to see if Will had noticed, but he was still completely immersed in Pan and his black-lipsticked mouth. "Hey," Drayne's attention was brought back to the stranger, "want to go back to my place? It's just a couple blocks away."
Dazed, Drayne looked up at him, watched the way his mouth moved, curving into a confident smile. His eyes crinkled at the corners, just like Gade's, as his hair flopped back into his face. Glancing back once more to make sure no one was watching; Drayne nodded.
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