Just So You Know (boyxboy)

four

[ Max ]

"Where is he, Ronnie?" I folded my arms across my chest.

"He's on his way, stop getting your panties in a bunch." She scolded. We were waiting at her house on her friend Jeremy so that we could go to an eighteen and under club.  It was lame most of the time, but she thought it would be fun. "Change of plans." She read her phone. "He's going to meet us there."

"Well, then let's go!" I whined impatiently.

I drove there and we parked and got out. The line was never long to get in so we got in within just a few minutes.

Just Dance by Lady Gaga, was playing when we got in. The club itself was two floors and was always open. Ronnie, being the little social butterfly she was, was always able to get us in for free.

Lights flashed and the music boomed. People were flooding the place.

"So where is he?" I had to yell over Stronger by Kelly Clarkson. I hated this song.

"Second floor." She yelled back.

By the time we had made it up to the next floor, the song had changed to Hot In Herre by Nelly.

"You know what this means," Ronnie turned to me, giddily, as we waited for the song to fully start.

When it came to the chorus we were grinding and jumping all over each other until a guy came up in front of Ronnie and she squealed once she realized he was there. And then she jumped on him. "Jeremy!"

So this was the "Jerbear" as Ronnie had affectionately called him on numerous occasions. I looked him over. He was tall and dressed in all black. He topped his angsty alternative look off perfectly with a pair of mismatched snakebites.

"Max, this is Jeremy, Jeremy, this is Max." Ronnie grinned, scooting backwards so that she wasn't inbetween us anymore.

My face instantly flushed, he was...okay. He was no Nathan, that was for sure, but it was still attractive.

"So I think you two should...I don't know...dance or something?" Ronnie eagerly pushed me towards him.

"Do you wanna?" Jeremy smiled.

"Yeah." I bit my bottom lip.

It Girl by Jason Derulo started playing and Jeremy stood in front of me, his hands on my hips. We swayed at first and then I turned around and we began to grind.

"Ah! I'm so proud!" Ronnie squealed, popping up somewhere next to me.

We just stood there, grinding and I could feel his  bulge pressing against me.

"You're making jizz faces." Ronnie yelled to him behind me.

I was getting embarrassed. Grinding against him was only kind of turning me on, and that was only because I started to think about Nate. Ever since having sex with him, getting hard by anything else seemed nearly impossible.

I pulled away from Jeremy when my Nate thoughts got too much; I told Ronnie I needed to go take a shower the temperature of Antarctica. She laughed and grinned, saying she'd get a ride home with Jeremy so I drove myself home.

The front door was unlocked and the living room light was on but no one was in the room.

"Max!" My mom made me jump as I started up the stairs. "What time is it?"

"E-Eleven thirty..." I turned my body so that she wouldn't see still my raging boner.

"And a school night! Where were you?"

"With Ronnie and her friend, Jeremy—"

"It's a school night—"

"It's the last day!"

"Does it look like that matters? No—" She looked confused and then her face flushed crimson, she turned away and her eyes went huge with embarrassment. "—Oh my, God, Maxwell."

"Mom, I wasn't—don't think that I was!" I tried to explain that I hadn't just been in some kind of threesome.

She held up her hand to make me stop talking. "Just..." She couldn't even look at me. I couldn't even look at her, either. "Dinners in the oven when you're done." She she disappeared.

I sighed and went to my bathroom, turned on the shower to the coldest temperature I could possibly stand and stripped naked, climbing in. Ten minutes of standing there, almost freezing to death and the water still wasn't cold enough. I groaned. Would there really only be one way to get rid of this?

Firstly, I turned the hot water back on. If I was gonna do this, I might as well not get hypothermia. I wrapped my hand around the base of my shaft and stroked myself, just focusing solely on that. It didn't take too long to really start pumping myself. I was panting and scratched my nails along the sensitive part of my neck and then down my nipples and down to my thigh.
And it didn't take too long for my mental images of Nathan to work their way into my mind. I stopped—not wanting to jerk off to him but my body craved it.

So I gave in.

The sound of his voice.

The feel of his touch.

I pumped myself faster and faster, my thoughts of Nate's hands in place instead of my own was my only fuel to keep going. Passion and pleasure burst within me and my back arched, moaning. I shot on to the wall in front of me.

I took a few minutes to breathe...and regain the feeling in my legs and arm. I finished showering, cleaned off the wall, and got out. I semi-dried off and wrapped a towel around my waist to go to my room. I got dressed in my boxer-briefs and pajama pants and went downstairs to eat.

Owen was now in the kitchen; he looked at me and tossed something at me and I just barely caught it. I looked at it; a tube of muscle rub? I looked at him, confused.

"Figured you'd need some...for the arm."

My face flushed and I turned to my mother who was doing dishes and screeched. "You told him!"

"I'm sorry, hon, it just kind of...came up." She tried to stifle her laugh at her own pun and Owen laughed even more.

I ran back up to my room.

Humiliated.

They were never gonna let me live this down.

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A/N: I am SCREAMING at the songs I put in this chapter & throughout this book omg. I can tell I wrote it years ago. I'm pretty sure I had the music on shuffle when I was originally writing it and was choosing whatever popped up omg. That's all.