Home Again, Soldier

15- Every Song That I've Ever Loved

15- Every Song That I've Ever Loved

Title cred: Favorite Record by Fall Out Boy

I'm out of my natural habitat, as far away from my bed and laptop that supports my tumblr addiction as I possible can be. It's not even close to that either, I'm so far away I don't even think this is real.

Jack doesn't believe in the impossible, so when I told him that leaving my bed on a Friday night was an impossibility, he accepted that as a personal challenge.

Long story short I'm backed into the corner of somebody's kitchen, trying to swallow down enough liquor to calm the barking dog inside of me called anxiety.

After my third (?) drink I actually look around the party and see Sam through the weed smoke. They're pretty close to being wasted and is lip locked with some girl I don't recognise. I saw Ryan and Mikey lingering around here too which only leads me to believe that Sam's still pretty emotionally banged up from this afternoon and had decided  to just come here and get fucked up, in more ways than one, to forget their problems.

Jack slides another drink into my hand and he's drunk. I'm drunk too, remember, I'm a lightweight. Jack however, is not, so I can only believe that he's had some that I hadn't noticed.

People are stuffed into every inch of this place either celebrating the win of whatever sport is in season or just celebrating because of the free beer. I think I fall under the latter's category. Cologne, weed, sex and sweat cling heavily to the air but no one seems to mind because we're teenagers and that's just our overall smell. Jack smells like his axe cologne, cherries and alcohol so that's all I really focus on, mostly because he's so close to me, like, in my personal bubble close.

"Dance with me, Alex?" he begs, words hitting my neck as he carelessly sways in one spot. By now I'm drunk enough to say yes and let him drag me into the living room where we found our own little spot between all the other horny teenagers.

The music thuds through my veins, pumping my adrenaline to higher and higher levels. Jack's pushing his hips against mine in time with the beat and I guess I'd have to call it grinding because that's another thing I've never imagined myself doing. I place a hand on the little dip in his lower back and try to pull him closer. His mouth attaches to my neck and he begins kissing around and nibbling on my skin until I tilt my head even further and moan deeply, only to be covered my the music. Then, he starts sucking right there at that spot on my neck just under my jaw and next to the artery that makes me whimper and fall to him. He tugs my hair- making me moan again at the feeling- to get a deeper angle on my neck. There will be a bruise tomorrow, but there's fireworks lighting off in my stomach that creates a feeling of total bliss and maybe this is what taking ecstasy pills feels like, but now it's all natural (except for the alcohol but that doesn't count), which means this feels all the better and more exciting.

In one swift move, Jack takes his lips off my neck and brings them to my lips. His tongue makes his way inside my mouth and his teeth occasionally bite at my lips which all leads to kissing that is fast and dirty, then add in the fact we are dry humping each others thighs, we basically look like normal teens for once. Jack's tongue was like red velvet cake that was soaked in alcohol as it rubbed over the roof of my mouth, causing me to let out a moan into Jack's mouth so he does it again, harder. Jack's hands slide up the back of my shirt, rolling over every bump with a fiery hot touch that I arch into. Even though it was a small amount of skin-on-skin contact, it still lit up my entire body that turned me into a vibrating shell  of pleasure that exploded inside, totally willing to bend to Jack's every touch.

I was so caught up in the feeling of Jack's fingerprints against my skin that I hadn't noticed his arm had slipped between our bodies, that was until his fingers crawled under my waistband and the palm of his hand pushed against my dick. I have to detach my mouth from Jack's to moan the most whoreish moan I have ever heard. I've never been touched like this by another person and the thought of that scares me, but clearly not enough to put a stop to it, or maybe it was all the alcohol that refuses to put a stop to it. Either way, Jack's fingers are inside my jeans, only up to the first knuckle, and he's pulling me through this gigantic house, finally stumbling into an unoccupied room.