Been To Hell

Chapter 5: This Calls for a Celebration!

I stood at the ping-pong table with the red party cups in front of me. It was me and Jorel against Dylan and Rae in the championship game of beer pong. Jorel and I were losing the game, but that's only because we could barely see straight. The fire crackled in the dug out fire pit in the backyard of Jorel's mom's house. I couldn't help but glance over at George and Jordon, whom were comfortably drinking by the fire. I'm sure they were talking to each other, but I paid no mind to them. Aron and Jeff went home, well they said they were going to the bar to pick up chicks but I know them better than that. They've gone home to sleep. Jeff is understandable, he works in the morning, but Aron, he doesn't work tomorrow, so I don't know why he went home. Probably because he doesn't like me very much. There was this one time where the group of us went to the bar and Aron was trying to dance with me, and by dance I mean grind against. I told him to fuck off because Matty was there and I'm loyal to him. But Aron was persistent, so I may have taken him outside and punched him in the face. He hasn't liked me since.

"M'kay, Bow tie, it's your turn." Jorel said to me after taking the white ball out of the cup and slurping whatever alcoholic beverage was in it. I smirked at him and took the ball from his wobbly grip. I readied myself with the ball at my fingertips, I blinked a few times to straighten out my vision. Without hesitation, I bounced the ball over the small net, but it bounced off the end of the table between Rae and Dylan. They watched the ball before slowly turning to me. They erupted in a loud fit of laughter, and I didn't know why. But it made Jorel drunkenly chuckle to himself while I stood there in a buzzing state.

"Nicely done, Bow." Rae laughed happily. I shrugged my shoulders and grinned from ear to ear. Rae vanished from Dylan's side to retrieve the ping-pong ball. Jorel laughed drunkenly and turned to me, shaking his head.

"Dude, I'm not sure if we're winning or losing anymore." He slurred his words but I understood him without a problem. I shrugged but agreed with him about that. I wasn't sure if we were winning or losing, all I know is, I'm going to have a major hangover in the morning. And I don't think Matty and I are going home tonight, no drunk driving. That's why I gave Jorel's mom the keys to the car when we started drinking. I have to make sure nobody drives home drunk, so I went around and collected their car keys and gave them to Jorel's mom to hang onto until we're all sobered up. I care too much about these reckless idiots to let them put not only their lives but other's lives in danger. My mom raised me to be responsible, and forcing them to give me their keys is responsible.

"Me neither." I laughed half heartedly and watched the white ball bounce from the other side of the table and into one of the red party cups in front of me. I didn't hesitate to pluck up the cup and take a swig of the venomous drink inside. I felt it burn my throat as it went down. I was unfazed by it and kept playing the game.

I shuddered when I felt a pair of arms snake between my arms and the white tank top, and loop around my waist. A very hot body was pressed against me from behind and a chin casually sat on my shoulder. I knew he was slouching down to be able to do this, Matty was a lot taller than me. I smiled deviously and kept my eyes on the white ping-pong ball.

"Guess what time it is?" His deep raspy voice made Goosebumps rise on my skin. My devious smile twisted into a crooked half smile that would make the devil worried. I willed myself to not look back at him eagerly and needingly taste the alcohol on his lips. But I wanted to taste it on his breath, I wanted to feel it on his lips and I wanted it to take control of our bodies.

"I don't know, what time is it?" I asked lowly, gently bouncing the ball off the table and into one of their red cups. I felt his body leave mine. Matty stepped to the side of the table and caught the white ball as it was thrown from the other side of the table. Dylan looked at Matty annoyed, while Rae was taking the last sip from the red cup.

"What the hell, Busek!" Dylan exclaimed obnoxiously, earning the attention of everyone in the backyard. My drunken mind suddenly caught fire when I realized what he was about to do. But I swayed on my feet mindlessly, deep inside I wanted him to announce that I was going into a major competition.

"I have an announcement to make." He smiled radiantly. Matty raised his hands, one hand had the white ball balancing between his thumb and index finger while a large red cup was in the other hand. He looked far too proud of himself, but what I saw was his pride for me.

"Hurry up, Busek, we're in the middle of kicking their asses." Dylan commented snarkily. I grinned cheekily at that statement and shook my head.

"Shut up, man, you're only winning because Bow and I were drunk already when we started this game." Jorel hissed at Dylan from across the table. Matty rolled his eyes and growled lowly.

"Will the both of you shut the fuck up?" Matty questioned intensely. The two men stopped bickering at each other and looked at Matty stary eyed.

"My lovely," hiccup "-beautiful girlfriend, over here, ya see her?" Matty used the middle finger on the hand holding the large red cup to point at me. He was drunk, so drunk he was starting to hiccup. I felt a deep blush rise on my cheeks.

"Yeah? She's a writer and a damn good one at that. I mean, like, read her shit, it's awe-fucking-mazing." Matty was beginning to embarrass me, but I took his drunken babbling as flattery instead.

"She's been entered into a major writing competition today, well, yesterday. I believe that calls for a celebration in her honor!" Matty got everyone to cheer me on in a drunken noise. I hid my face in the palms of my hands, but I heard the white plastic ball hit the table loudly then a low chuckle. I felt two large hands wrap around my wrists and pull my hands away from my face. I looked up to see Matty towering over me with a goofy smile. I gave him a look that could only say 'why did you do this to me? But I'm glad you did it'.

"It's after midnight, technically it's tomorrow." Matty chuckled again and set his cup down on the table. He immediately cupped my face in the sweaty palms of his hands and brought my face up while he brought his down to mine. I helped boost myself up by lacing my arms around his neck and going up on my tiptoes. Finally, I tasted the alcohol on his breath and felt it on his lips.

It tingled my lips lightly and made my lips part into a lustful smile, allowing him to creep his tongue into my mouth playfully. I felt his hands glide down from my face, over the small mountains on my chest, down my stomach and around my waist until his hands settled on the small of my back. He pulled me tightly into him. My heart shuttered when I felt a hardness pushing at the front of his pants. I pulled my lips away from his with a flattered smile and blush darken my cheeks.

"You horny bastard." I huskily said. He cocked an eyebrow and smirked devilishly then brought his face down to mine, our lips were barely touching.

"You have no idea." He sighed against my lips and thrusted me into him, getting a better feel of the bulge in his pants. I couldn't contain the small squeaking noise I made when he did so. My cheeks darkened with a deep shade of red. I could feel him through both of our jeans, it made me shiver with anticipation.

"Get a fucking room." Jorel commented, causing me and Matty to look over at him. He was trying to mind his own business but it was hard since his beer pong partner was practically grinding on his best friend right beside him. Before I knew it, I was slung over Matty's shoulder and we were headed towards the back door.

"Where are you going?!" Jorel hollarded at us looking confused and curious. Matty turned around so now I was facing the house while he looked at the group of spectators. He chuckled hardily.

"Getting a fucking room!" He replied proudly. I smiled widely and listened to them nattering at each other like an old married couple. Matty turned around, so now I was staring at his friends' faces.

"Don't use my room!" Jorel shouted at us. I didn't know what I was supposed to do, so I just hung over Matty's shoulder.

"What was that?! Use your room? M'kay thanks!" Matty laughed before we went inside. I caught sight of Jorel's face before we turned into the kitchen away from them. He looked absolutely mortified and a bit traumatized by what is about to transpire in his bedroom.