New - (boyxboy)

Chapter 23 - Crazy Crazy Crazy

"So did you go all the way then?" Emmie asked a few days later as she and Will sat in the back room of Dale's adult store, New Vibrations, (Will had only just learnt the actual name of the place), as Dale helped out a customer.

"What constitutes 'all the way' for you exactly?" Will asked back before taking another sip of the rum and coke. Dale had invited him over to hang out earlier that day, but since Will can't drive, Emmie tagged along. It was weird for Will, to be honest, since the girls and Dale were separate parts of his life, but Dale and Emmie got along well the few times they'd met, so Will wasn't too worried.

"I would say... anal penetration?" Emmie pondered aloud.

Before Will could answer, Dale entered suddenly, shouting, "What's this about anal penetration?!"

"Will and Ry got it on on Sunday," Emmie explained as Will recovered from the shock of Dale's surprise entrance.

The redhead turned to the teen, mouth hung open and hand on heart. "So while Robbie and I sat around, sexless in fear of breaking his ribs, you and your boytoy were getting nasty?" he exclaimed in an exaggeratedly hurt tone. "You better have gotten penetrated. It would make up for all the sex Rob and I aren't having."

"No one was penetrated," Will responded, wincing at the word. They all needed to stop using the word, it was an ugly word. "We weren't entirely ready for that," he explained before adding, "Plus it's hard to manoeuvre around a leg cast, so," and shrugged.

Emmie and Dale stared at Will, glanced at each other, then turned backed to him. "Booo!" they both yelled simultaneously as Emmie gave him a thumbs down and Dale threw a drink at him.

"What?!" Will yelled back, narrowly dodging the stream of rum and coke which splattered over the stacks of DVDs behind him.

"By the time Robbie and I were together three months, we'd already fucked five beds to death!" Dale exclaimed, arms thrown up in exasperation.

"Besides being way too much information, what's your point?" Will countered, pouring himself another drink since Dale had thrown his.

"Get on it, get in it, get with it, whatever, just get it over with," Dale explained, snatching the drink from Will's hand and downing the whole thing.

"Can I get some help he-" a voice cut in from the curtained door before stopping and asking, "Will, what are you doing here?"

Fuck, Will thought. What have I done to scorn the universe so badly that it always tries to fuck with me?

"Dale invited me," Will answered. "What're you doing here, Oliver?"

"Yeah, what are you doing here?" Dale echoed. "Last time I remembered, you're not 18 yet."

"Well neither are these two and they're in here, why can't I?" the blonde pointed out, pointing to the other two underaged people in the room.

"He's sorta got a point, guys," Emmie muttered begrudgingly. She, Will and Dale all looked at each other, thinking what else to say or what they should do now.

"Stace just wanted me to pick some stuff up and I just need some help to pick it out," Oliver piped in, sensing the need to explain why he was there.

Will felt oddly jealous and he didn't know why. Was this what Oliver had been talking about at the party? He had never felt jealous over Oliver and Stacey's relationship. Never. Weirded out? Sure. Thrown off by them suddenly getting together? A tiny bit, though it was hardly a surprise. But not jealous. Maybe their talk at the party threw him off more than he thought, made him subconsciously think about Oliver and Stacey's relationship more than he ever had. Maybe because he thought of their relationship as sexless, like he liked to think about his mum and stepdad. Maybe it was the sudden reality that, yeah, Oliver and Stacey were having sex, and evidently quite a bit for them to need supplies.