I don't want to want you

Chapter 10 . The party (part 2 )

Ciel smiled contentedly in his seat and leaned back against the cushions. His mind was blissfully clouded and his body was wonderfully relaxed. Finny had joined the former game participants in the kitchen, where something very exciting was going on, judging by the sounds coming from within the room. Ciel, however, was satisfied with his current position, and happily allowed his thoughts to drift wherever they chose to.

Alois had been set on getting him drunk and had certainly succeeded in his task and Ciel couldn't deny the fact that he had let him. There was something about the blonde that made him question everything he had ever been taught, and everything he thought he knew about himself. At times he felt uneasy about how the older boy was influencing him, but at the moment all he could feel was exhilaration. With Alois, he could explore himself without any fear of being judged. Despite the blonde's endless teasing and bothersome traits, he felt like he could be himself around him, and it was liberating.

Ciel knew that he had let himself get to this point by his own will, despite the fact that the older boy had spurred him on. He might have had just a tiny bit too much to drink, but he couldn't find it in him to be bothered at that moment. All of his troubles seemed to have vanished with the last three questions of the game.

Normally he might have objected when Alois chose to use his lap as a pillow, but that didn't really matter right now. He barely heard what the blonde was babbling about while he stared up at him with those big blue eyes. All he saw were those sparkling blue orbs and they were piercing him, trapping him.

He didn't realize that Alois' hand was trailing up his chest to find a place in his greyish-blue and slightly disheveled head of hair until soft fingers lightly began rubbing his sensitive scalp with gentle circling motions. Ciel let out a barely audible, breathy moan, and had he been sober, he might have been embarrassed but in his current state, he could only focus on how nice Alois' fingers felt on him.

Still entrapped in that summer sky, he saw a glimmer of something that resembled bliss. It was a beautiful sight, watching the fiery blonde gaze up at him in utter contentment. Ciel found himself wishing that he could somehow force those enchanting eyes to stay that way forever, but at the same time he had to wonder why he had never seen that glimmer before.

While slowly losing himself in the soothing motions of those skilled fingers his body seemed to move on its own accord. Ciel barely noticed how his own hand rose from its place on the couch and fell down again on top of Alois' head. The blonde strands fell between his fingers and tickled his skin as he gently began petting the older boy; still not bothered by his own unusual behavior.

They sat like that for a while until the loud noises coming from the kitchen started to fade and a few of those who had been gathered inside started pouring out of the doorway to return to the living room. Alois sat up quickly and returned to his place beside Ciel in a sitting position, removing any evidence of their previous activities.

Ciel whined quietly at the loss of contact but he quickly composed himself when he saw Finny walking towards them. It finally dawned on him what he had just been doing with Alois and for the hundredth time that evening, he felt that familiar heat starting to spread across his cheeks. Finny sat down beside Ciel with a wide smile and began telling them about what had been going on in the kitchen, but Ciel could barely register what his friend was saying. He had literally just stroked Alois Trancy's hair while the other rested his head on his lap and did the same to him, and he was searching his mind fiercely for one small part of him that hadn't enjoyed it.

"I'm cold," Alois suddenly blurted out before pulling the red blanket on the headrest down and draping it across his lap. When Ciel glanced down, he found that the blanket was covering one of his own legs and just as he was about to remove it he felt lean fingers wrap around the hand that was resting on his thigh. Electricity shot up through his arm but he didn't pull away; he knew that he should have but he was impossibly stuck, paralyzed by the thrumming sound of his own rapid heartbeat.