The Boy's of Westbrook

~Brave~ Chapter IV

Chapter IV

Eric was also surprised that no one made any outward objections. Everyone seemed too drunk to care or deeply wrapped up in their own selfish thoughts. He still could have cared less. Eric cared so little, he would have joined in on a three way kiss with the blondes. He'd rather do that than have Damien gawk him like he was doing now. Maybe if he were sober, that might have hurt a little.

Damien finally did move, a little wobbly as he got his feet, but he started walking.

Oh well, he was walking away, Eric thought. It might hurt him in the morning but for now, it didn't matter.

When he felt someone standing beside him, he thought it was one of the parents finally having come back down from their castle, to ask them all to leave. Eric started to feel a twinge of guilt for that. He turned to apologize but he found Damien standing there instead. He was pensive, deep in thought, his near black eyes darker than normal and glassy. He wasn't sober either but nowhere near as wasted as Eric was.

Eric was thinking of things to say. Like he didn't have to do this if he didn't want to. That it was ok.

Damien pulled an empty lounge chair between Veronica, she had to scoot away, and where Eric sat. Eric could hardly sit up straight, his body swayed with the breeze that seemed to get cooler as the night went on. The whole ordeal, seemingly silly to him.

"Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it," two of the blondes chanted. The rest of their group stayed silent. Frankie looked like he was on the verge of fainting. Alejandro and Chris could care less. Rubio was intrigued. Veronica was smiling like a psycho.

When Damien sat, his knee almost bumping Eric's, Eric thought about telling him once more that he didn't have to do this. If he did, Eric would keep his hands behind his back and let Damien lead, to help make things comfortable as possible. He never got a chance to say any of these things.

Damien's lips were pressed into Eric's before he could react. The boy of his dreams, was kissing him. Kissing him! Him!

Kissing him.

Kissing him.

Eric felt the pieces of himself start to fall away. His high walls were crumbling.

Angels didn't sing hymns and play harps. Damien tilted his head and pressed into him deeper, his lips against Eric's. It was the perfect fit once Damien found it. The angels in heaven could be sighing or gasping in horror for all Eric cared.

Eric's eyes managed to pop open, a question at his lips, but Damien being the excellent kisser that he was, moaned at the right moment pressing his lips more firmly on Eric's.

Eric shut his eyes again, feeling blissful. He didn't have to move his own lips, he'd let Damien do all the work. Then he couldn't place any blame on Eric. No, Damien kissed him, not the other way around. He could lie or deny all he wanted in the future but Eric knew better.

When Damien's hands moved up to cup Eric's face in his hands. Eric lost it. Control started to slip away. It was inevitable, like fighting fate. Eric not only let his dream guy, his crush kiss him, he was kissing him back now! Damien's lips parted and pinched together like a dream. Eric managed to match that pace.

His walls continued to fall. Eric thought he might cry. For fear of rejection of being seen for who he truly was, and because he wasn't used to the sensation. It hurt, and it felt beautiful at the same time. Eric felt doing this would only make him hurt more if Damien rejected him in the morning. But if he didn't bring it up in the morning, neither would Eric. Eric would find a way to cope. He always did.