Been You

Chapter 64: Party Games With Me

JUSTIN'S POV:

If my bed wasn't soaked before, it is now. Just thinking about how turned on I had Ely really makes me feel like that guy. To have a girl as hot as Ely screaming my name and squirting in my bed, my dick game must be of the charts. And here I stand, in my bathroom with her, distractedly smirking to myself as we both clean up so we can rejoin our friends downstairs. My distracted smirking, however, is interrupted when the object of my affections calls out to me. "Justin? Helloooo? Anyone in there?" Ely asks from the shower, which I just now realize is shut off. I shake myself back to reality and look up to her. "Can you hand me your t-shirt, babe?" I pull it over my head and toss it to her in one swift motion. She catches it then blows me a kiss. I smile at her cuteness. Once she's finished, she and I return to the living room hand in hand.

"Woah, nice hair, stud," Christian teases, his arm around a blonde puck bunny. I try to smooth my sex hair out, to no avail. Ely reaches up to rough it up even more.

"You like it? I did it. Guess all my practice has been paying off," Ely jokes, eliciting a round of oooohs from the guys. I blush at this, rolling my eyes. Leave it to Ely  to make it seem like she wears the pants in the bedroom. Granted, she was on top for most of tonight, but I topped for the final round when it really counts, right? Doesn't matter. If we get into specifics, the guys'll definitely deem me a bottom.

"Grab a drink, guys. We're playing Never Have I Ever," Za recaps. I start for the kitchen. Ely grabs my arm, stopping me.

"Don't worry, babe. I'll get them. Wouldn't want to bruise that fragile masculinity of yours," Ely teases. She noticed that? Damn, I hope she's not mad. She doesn't seem mad. But then again, she never seems mad. "What should I get you?"

"Um... just whatever beer we have. And easy on the vodka; you know how you get," I call after her, unsure if she heard or was listening to the last part. Za and Atifa are occupying the love seat. Christian, puck bunny, Ryan, and Selena are occupying the couch. That leaves the recliner for Ely and I. It'll be cramped, but I'd never complain about being close to Ely. I take a seat, and shortly after, Ely plops herself into my lap. She hands me my beer with one hand, a red solo cup in the other. She sips it eagerly.

"Easy, hot stuff, the game hasn't even started yet," I say, easing her cup down.

"Well, since baby girl's so eager, she can have the first turn," Atifa states, clearly inebriated herself. Za has got his hands full.

"Never have I ever..." Ely starts, her face clearly deep in thought, "done drugs." Everyone in the room, including myself, drinks. Ely gasps in genuine shock. She slaps my arm. "Justin!" I look to her, taken aback.

"Babe, it was just weed," I reason. Everyone else laughs at me getting in trouble. Now, my "masculinity" is far from fragile, but I will admit it's taking a few hits tonight. Once it blows over, Za tells me it's my turn. Here we go. "Never have I ever... gone commando," I tease, wiggling my eyebrows at Ely. Haha. She tries to sip her drink covertly, but everyone notices. The guy whoop, which is to be expected.

"Elysandra!" Atifa calls out, surprised. Two can play at this game.

"Yeah, yeah, I don't wear underwear. Big deal," she owns up. "Za, you're up."

"Never have I ever... cheated on anyone," Za says. This one stumps me. Do I drink? I mean, there was the kiss with Selena... but does that even really count. I see Christian, his girl, and Selena all drink. Ely watches me closely, expectantly. Ultimately, I choose not to drink. It wasn't my choice, so I don't think that should count. Apparently, Ely is happy with my choice because she snuggles closer to me. Whew.

"Okay, my turn!" Atifa yells. "Never have I ever... sexted." Ely and I both drink, giggling, glancing at eachother knowingly.

"Oh, c'mon, how? You two are always together anyway!" Christian teases. I just smile, sipping my beer.

"Okay, Christian, I think it's your turn," Ely deflects.

"Never have I ever... done it in public," Christian states, glaring at me smugly. I roll my eyes, not drinking.

"Justin, Ely?" Ryan questions, instigating.

"We haven't," I answer confidently.

"Oh, so we all imagined you two during the movie this morning?" Ryan presses.

"Ely!" Atifa exclaims, shocked.

"It wasn't sex!" Ely defends. I smirk to myself, my ego boosted knowing I brought the freak out of her.

"Justin was in your panties; it was sex; bottoms up, you two," Christian concludes. Defeated, Ely and I both drink along with puck bunny. No surprise there.

"Hailey , you're up," Christian dictates. I suddenly realize she hasn't spoken this whole time. Not that I'd know what she'd say.

"Never have I ever... gagged so badly I've thrown up," she says, winking at Christian. He locks lips with her briefly. Ew. I look around to see who drinks. Nobody does... except Ely. Oh. It dawns on me what that means for her when I take in the blank expression on her face. She downs the whole drink. Shit.

"Uh oh. Head game less than great, lovebirds?" Christian teases. I roll my eyes, annoyed. Ely doesn't respond. "How are you two always going at it if Ely can't even -"

"Just drop it, man," I say quietly.

"Oooh, touchy. El, Hailey here is great at it, maybe she can give you a few pointers?" Christian presses. Just as I'm about to get up to give him a piece of my mind, Ely cuts it.

"It's not from sex, okay?" She yells, the whole room silencing. "I was bulimic," she whispers, her voice cracking. I hug her body close to my own, squeezing her tightly.

"Are you fucking done yet, Christian?" I spit.

"I- I didn't know. I'm sorry, Ely." She doesn't look up, her head still in my chest. I rub her back softly.

"I should've drank," Ryan let's out softly. What the hell? If this is some kind of joke... "Ely... me too." Selena puts a hand on his shoulder, comforting him as well. Damn. I still don't get how a guy can have those issues, when girls are the ones who are always pressured about their looks, but I try to think about what Ely said. I try to be as understanding as possible, especially for how he's stepping up for Ely now. She looks up to mouth thank you to him. I nod in agreement. He sends us a small smile.