I Kissed A Boy: Chapter Eight

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Chapter Eight (Danny's POV)

Something happened. I could tell by the look on Blake's face. It was like a mixture of confusion and disappointment. I felt tingly and hot as I sat there, pressed against the headboard, watching Blake slowly avert his eyes. His expression seemed to shift from thoughtfulness to confusion and back again before it slowly seemed to harden. His eyes seemed darker than usual.

Whoa, what the freak? Was he pissed that I shoved him? It wasn't my damn fault! You wake up with John Cena in your face and of course you're gonna freak out! Especially when his knee was between your legs.

Oh God. Don't tell me... That my dream was real?! No, no! That wasn't a dream. It was a freaking nightmare. And the more I thought about Blake's tongue in my mouth when he was kissing me, the hotter and more uncomfortable I felt

This was so wrong!

He was a boy! I was a boy! He was a rich asshole! I'm...

"Sorry," Blake said after a while, making me glance up from the bed to see him slowly getting off the bed, "You were talking in your sleep and I was trying to wake you up. I'm gonna shower. You can just make yourself comfortable." I glared at him as he went and grabbed some clothes from his wardrobe and a towel from a drawer inside.

"Seriously, you have issues. You ever thought of goin' to a therapist or something?" I asked. Blake paused before closing his wardrobe doors, glancing over at me with a smirk.

"Says the gullible little twerp who believes everything he hears."

"They were convincing!"

"Yea, if you have the IQ of a carrot. Just shut up and go to bed. The guest room is just two doors to your left." Blake replied. I rolled my eyes and watched as he walked out of the room, the door slamming shut a bit too harshly. It was enough to make me wince.

Whoa, he was pissed. I could just see the steam spewing out his ears. What the hell did I do?

Ugh, no, no, no. This was all a really bad idea. Next time a perverted gay tries to invite me over, I'm going to sleep in the gutter instead.

I hopped off the bed, straightening out my clothes and pausing.

My lips still felt tingly and swollen. I reached up and brushed my fingers over my lips, then shuddered. No, that was all just a nightmare. Waking up to find Blake basically sucking out my oxygen was all just a huge nightmare. And even worse... I think I was actually enjoying it.

The hot, wet sensation of Blake's tongue rolling over mine and his teeth scraping my lips... His big hand pushing my shirt up and burning my skin all the way up to my-

Oh God! I was turning homo! I had to get out of here! There was no way in hell I was staying the night here, even if I had to walk all the way home!

I bolted for the door, quickly, but as quietly as I could, closing it behind me. The hallway light was on, but the only sound was the showering running a couple doors down. I glanced around before quickly slipping down the hallway toward the stairs. The closer I got, the darker it became, but I remembered where the stairs were as I felt around for them.

I tried not to stomp down them as I hurried for the door.

Yea, I know it was a dick move to ditch Blake like that, but he was screwing me up! He was turning me into someone I wasn't! He was some freakish lonely pervert and he just happened to choose me! If only I hadn't of kissed him that night at Joss'... It was just an accident!

An accident that led to the worst experiences of my entire life!

I stopped at the bottom of the stairs to frown into the darkness. I wanted to run for the door and just leave, but a nagging sensation kept me rooted in place.

Blake had screwed up my life, my thoughts so badly, I was going insane! But he'd done some good things out of the deal too. He gave me rides, food, and he even helped me sneak into Emily's house and steal her diary to get revenge... He'd done that because he wanted to.

When I had asked him in the closet, back at Emily's... He said:

"I don't completely hate you, Danny."

Did that mean-

"Well, if it isn't Dannykins." I almost leapt through the roof at the sound of Rick's voice right behind me, my voice coming out as a choked, high squeak of shock. I whirled around and searched for Rick in the dark. I could just barely make out his outline on the step behind me on the stairs.

"Jesus Christ! You scared the hell outta me!" I gasped, grasping at my chest to see if my heart was still beating. I heard Rick laugh. It sent chills rushing up my spine as I squinted through the darkness, taking a couple steps away as I listened to Rick step onto the floor.

"So sorry... Where you heading off to? You weren't thinking of abandoning my baby brother, were you?" Rick asked. I tensed in the darkness, glaring at where Rick's voice was coming from.

"As if you give a shit. You're a total douche to him. I see where he gets it."

"I wouldn't insult me if I were you. We're alone down here." Something sounded really creepy and threatening about Rick's voice. I inched back as quietly as I could.

"Whatever. I just remembered I gotta go home."

"At two in the morning? Come on, Danny.... You're trying to get away from someone, aren't you? You're trying to get away from Blake? What'd he do? Give you a kiss and you decided you're too good for him?" Rick drawled. Man, he was annoying! I twitched in annoyance and whipped around in the dark, aiming to punch where he was, but my fist went through the air and I stumbled, hitting the floor.

I heard Rick laugh and I grimaced, shoving myself onto my hands and knees, ready to get up when I felt Rick's arms go around my torso, his body pressing flush against mine. I froze.

"If Blake won't take you, then I will. And believe me, I'm not as gentle and tender as Blake. I'm a real big fan of the S&M." Rick whispered in my ear. I shivered and ducked my head, squeezing my eyes shut tightly. I felt my entire body grow tight, muscles tense and shaking. Oh god, I was freezing up...

"Aren't you gonna yell for help or something?" Rick taunted, his hand snaking up my shirt. It burned, I felt like he was pressing a cigarette to my skin. I gritted my teeth, but didn't say anything. There was no way I was gonna yell for Blake to come down here. First off, I was not asking that creepy homo-creator for help. Second off, I didn't need help...! I could handle this!

I was a guy! Of course I could handle it! I just had to make him get off!

I swung my arm around, trying to connect my elbow with Rick's head, but he caught my wrist and shoved me down so I was on my back, my wrists pinned. I gasped in shock at how quick he moved, trying to find his face in the darkness as I wiggled my knees between us, pushing as hard as I could on his chest. After a couple seconds, he finally stumbled back, hitting the floor and I scrambled back onto the stairs, grabbing at them as I searched for Rick in the darkness.

"Sssh," Rick whispered from somewhere in front of me, "You don't want to wake up uncle Vic. Believe me, he was acting all nice on purpose. He probably has the hots for you too."

"Y-You're kidding me," I managed, my jaw almost hitting the floor, "What is the matter with you people?! Is there anyone in your damn family that's normal?!" Rick laughed.

"What is normal?"

"A guy's supposed to like girls!"

"Why?"

"Why?! Well, because! They have freaking boobs and other parts we don't have and-and-"

"Oh, please," Rick drawled, "I don't need a high schooler lecturing me on my flavors. I like who I like and currently, you're making it very difficult to like you. I have no idea how Blake can put up with you."

"What're you talking about? I'm wondering how he puts up with you!" I snapped angrily, clenching my fists and sitting up on the bottom step of the stairs. Rick chuckled and I heard him shuffling around. It sounded like he was sitting up.

"Che. Easy. We're brothers. Come now, you have a brother, don't you? You know there's a special connection there... Blake puts up with me because we're flesh and blood. I'm the only real family he has that actually likes him.... Sometimes. Other times, I can see why our parents got rid of him."

"You're sick!" I gasped. I couldn't even begin to imagine my parents throwing me out. I caused trouble sometimes, sure, but my parents wouldn't dream of throwing me out. But he was right... There was something about Devin, the relationship we had as brothers, as twins. If anyone even looked at him the wrong way, I'd beat the living shit out of them.

"But this is about you, Danny," Rick continued, the sound of him standing up following and making me back up further onto another step, "The fact that you're probably hurting poor Blake. All your talk about it being strange, being weird, being gross to like someone. You can't help who you fall in love with, Danny."

"Stop lecturing me," I protested angrily, trying to find my footing, "Blake and I just have a partnership, that's it, because-! Well, just because! I'm not hurting anyone! I'm the one being hurt here! You just tried to freaking rape me and I'm pretty sure your faggot brother is going to too! Why can't you just leave me the fuck alone? Is that too much to ask?!"

"Yes." Rick's voice sounded closer and before I knew it, his calloused hands were grabbing my face and jerking me forward. His lips smashed into mine and his thick, wet tongue easily went into my mouth, clogging any remarks that I had ready. I could only manage a sharp gasp.

Ugh! What is wrong with this family?! They were more dysfuntional than the Addams Family!

Rick's fingers ran through my hair, gripping it tightly so I could feel a few strands pull loose. I gasped again and Rick buried his tongue deeper in my mouth, cutting off my air. I felt my body growing hotter and hotter by the second, like I was catching fire.

Oh god. I'm gonna die. It's so freaking hot in here! Get me out!

Suddenly, a bright light lit up the room and practically blinded me enough to send me tumbling back onto the stairs, covering my eyes and groaning. Rick reeled back and jerked his head up. After I blinked a couple times, I lifted my eyes to see Blake standing at the top of the stairs, wearing only a pair of black plaid pajama pants. He was still wet from his shower, hair sticking up in random directions and his icy eyes glaring down at us.

Shit, what the hell did I do?

... Except try to sneak out, instead getting into a heated argument with his older brother.

Huh. Never mind.

"What the hell are you doing?" Blake demanded, his voice so icy it sent a chill up my back as I slowly rose to my feet. Rick looked back at him flatly, raising an eyebrow.

"Playing with your boyfriend." He answered.

"I'm not-"

"I told you to back off," Blake interrupted me sharply, his gaze locked on Rick, "I told you to leave us alone already. What do I have to do to drill it into that thick skull of yours, Rick?" Rick didn't say anything, which surprised me enough to glance at him. Rick still seemed aloof before a smile ripped across his face, teeth and all.

"Sorry, baby brother. Next time, tattoo Property of Blake Patterson on the boy's firm little ass, won't you? I go after anything that isn't labeled properly." He answered. I saw a tic in Blake's jaw, even from here, as he stood there, gripping the railing of the stairs before looking at me.

"I thought I told you to go to bed." He stated. I stiffened before glaring back at him. Whoa!

"Hey! I'm not some little kid you can order around! And... And I was hungry, so I came down to eat before I was jumped by your fucked up brother! What-"

"I don't care. Go to bed. Now. Rick, you too."

"Yes, mommy. How about a bedtime story too?" Rick asked sarcastically with a grin before he drifted up the stairs and glided past Blake with the aura of some stalking panther. I stared after him, then looked at Blake, who was watching Rick disappear. He visibly relaxed and looked over at me.

That scary angry Hulk glare was gone and relaxed with the same old laid-back face that Blake always wore. I frowned and went up the stairs, not saying anything. I didn't know what to say anyway. Blake seemed to be leading me to the guest room, opening the door and turning the lights on to a very nice, spacious room. But I couldn't care less.

I was nervous now.

Had Blake heard what Rick and I were talking about? I mean, most of the shit I said, Blake probably already knew, but for some reason, I really hoped he hadn't heard what Rick said about their parents.

"Hey, uhm... I-"

"Doesn't matter," Blake responded dully, lifting a brow at me as he folded his arms over his chest, leaning against the doorframe, "I eavesdrop all the time."

My throat tightened.

"Oh..." Wow, this was awkward. I stood there, watching Blake watch me. His face seemed completely impassive. I'd of freaked if someone told me that my parents didn't want me. I mean, sure Blake was the biggest douche (is there an echo in here?) on the planet, but he had some good points. They were just hard to find...

And then there was that dream...

I mean nightmare! I meant nightmare!

Ugh, I really was turning homo. And it didn't help that Blake was just standing there, completely shirtless and still wet. It was easy to see the little rivlets of water that ran over his collarbone from his dark tangled hair, running down over his chest and, as much as I hated saying this, really nice, well-defined abs that seemed to go on forever.

"What?" Blake asked after a while. I jumped, growing stiff -shamefully, in more places than one- and felt my face grow hot.

"Nothing, just wondering when the fuck you were gonna get outta the room." I snapped.

"Well, stop making that face and just go to bed." Blake responded, pushing off the doorframe. I scrunched up my nose in irritation.

"What face?" I asked. Blake stared at me for the longest time. I could've sworn I saw him about ready to flinch.

"Look, Danny, I'm fucking tired as hell. We broke at least five laws tonight and I'm not about to break the premeditated murder one, all right?" He demanded. I rolled my eyes as Blake reached for the door, ready to pull it shut.

"Oh, thanks a lot! Now I really believe what Rick said about you liking me!" I snorted. Blake froze in the doorway, for a split second before he glanced over his shoulder at me.

"Me? Like you? I said I didn't hate you, Danny. That doesn't mean I like you anymore than a business partner, all right?"

I winced. Wow. For some reason, that hurt way more than it should.

"Oh."

"Yea, 'oh'. Hurry up or I'll change my mind about this whole 'helping you get revenge' thing. After that, you're back to being my lackey and that's... about it." Blake paused. I didn't say anything, just stared at him and he stared back.

The room felt strange now. Awkward and heavy. I think the exhaustion was finally getting to me. I averted my eyes, trying to find something to stare at other than Blake, who was still watching me after a while before he opened the door further again, slamming it shut behind him.

"Whoa, dude! Don't wake up your- Mph!" Blake cut me off by grabbing me by the arms, ducking his head down and kissing me firmly on the lips.

Jesus, two kisses in a night! Had it been by two girls, I'd of felt much better...

I think.

I don't know anymore.

Blake's hands gripped me tightly and his wet chest was pressing against mine, his hot mouth covering mine as he growled low in his throat. It sounded like a hungry growl, like he wanted more than just a kiss. The thought freaked me the hell out, but I couldn't pull away.

Why wasn't I moving?!

This was a guy kissing me, and not just any guy, but Blake Patterson!

The guy who kissed me while I was drunk. The guy who was blackmailing me into being his lackey. The guy who was turning me against my friends...

The guy who taught me that... Those people really weren't my friends...

Blake Patterson wasn't just the guy who ruined my life... He was the one that changed it in ways I could have never imagined. And in the beginning, I just mindlessly followed all those stupid rumors Emily was spewing. But now, I wasn't seeing the creepy homo killer guy that everyone made him out to be.

Blake was that guy that kept up his guard so what people said didn't hurt him. Or maybe... He was hurt so many times, he's immune to it?

I pulled out of my thoughts to find Blake's arms around me, his hand supporting the back of my head, running through my hair as his tongue toyed with mine. This was almost exactly like my dream... Except, we weren't in the bed... And I was wearing all my clothes, and so was Blake.

I'm a pervert! But no amount of screaming at myself "THIS IS A GUY YOU ARE KISSING! AND YOU ARE A GUY" could make me pull away anymore. It was like a huge black pit was sucking me in, further and further and there was just no way in hell I was getting out.

Blake's teeth nipped at my lips, sucking on them as one of his hands moved down my back, sending shivers rushing through me. He finally pulled his lips away, but not too far. They were still touching, our breathes clashing together.

"I said stop making that face, Danny..." He breathed against my lips before giving them a wet kiss and pulling back again. I didn't know what to say. I was tongue-tied. My stomach was doing all sorts of weird things. My pants were growing considerably tighter. God, the room was getting hot. Why was it getting so hot?

"I'm sorry," Blake said suddenly past clenched teeth now, his grip on me tightenig, "I don't think I can stop now, Danny."

Huh? What was that supposed to mean?

I found out after he smashed his lips against mine again. My heart was pounding like crazy as Blake started to slowly push me back, not once breaking our kiss. Gosh, a kiss? It was more than a kiss. He was trying to suck my insides out through my mouth!

But it felt... so good. Everything he did was making me hard, making me lose my breath. This had to be another dream. I was still lying on Blake's bed back in his room and I fell asleep after he ready girly passage after girly passage from Emily's diary...

I felt the edge of the bed touch the back of my knees just in time for the door to the bedroom to be thrown open. Blake's eyes flashed and he leapt away from me faster than a cheetah and I fell back on my ass on the bed, staring with wide eyes as the door opened and Blake's uncle Vic stood there, rubbing the heel of his palm into his closed eye.

"All right, I don't wanna be a drag," Vic started firmly, his eyes closed before he slowly opened them to see the situation, pausing to blink owlishly, "Oh... Oh! Damn. I interrupted something, didn't I?" He looked sheepish and Blake was staring at him with a look that would've been funnier than hell, if I had felt like laughing.

Now I felt like running. I wanted to hide somewhere, anywhere, AWAY from Blake.

Oh god. I kissed Blake. And I didn't do shit to stop him! I was about to let him...!

Ugh, no! The thought was petrifying.

"N-No, I was just going to bed. G'night." I answered quickly. Vic cocked a brow and looked at Blake, who looked at me. I stared back at him. I hoped he got my mental message of that will never, ever in a billion years happen again. I saw the weirdest look on Blake's face then.

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