Be My Friend

Chapter 41: Caught In The Middle

I can vividly remember what happened after meeting with Riley. However, after wandering around until dark and then deciding to go to a bar, then that's when things start to get a little fuzzy. Considering I couldn't tolerate alcohol as well as Alex could, I would be lying if I said I didn't out loud say to him: "I'm about to fuck myself up so my life is in your hands now" and then proceeded to pour myself six shots of 90 proof Devil's Cut, Jim Beam Whisky.

At times I gotta wonder about my own stupidity. As if waking up with a splitting head-ache wasn't enough, I had to wake up with such an immense pressure on my chest that it was very difficult to breath. Panic started to set in and just as I was wondering if I was dying or not, the little bit of light shining through the curtains told me that I was, in fact, not dying, but only a certain someone with midnight black hair was currently resting their head on my chest.

Matter of fact, a certain someone's entire body was currently crushing me enough to forget about the headache entirely.

"Alex." I manage to wheeze out and try and budge his body off of myself. "You're kind of crushing the life out of me, there, buddy." My hand taps his bare shoulder twice, and only then do I notice that I don't have a shirt on either. A different type of panic flashes through me before I realize that I am at least wearing boxers and I let out a breath of relief.

Alex lets out a low groan and proceeds to roll off of me. "Jesus Chr-" More sudden movement and my relief is short lived as we merely switch rolls with myself halfway on top of him instead. My stomach churns and my headache reappears. As I take a few calming breaths, I find its hard to not notice the position we're in with my one leg hiked up around his waist and our bodies dangerously close.

"You smell like a bottle of whisky." His deep raspy morning voice breaks me out of my thoughts. I couldn't say the same for him. It always smelled like he bathed in mint in the middle of a forest. He wedges one eye open and snakes an arm around my bare torso. "Remember anything from last night?" He asks and pushes blue hair out of my eyes.

I try and push past the headache but it kind of felt like my eyes were going to explode. Noticing my discomfort and obvious pain, Alex reaches up with his hand and begins massaging my head gently underneath a mass of messy hair. The pain fades away slowly but surely.

I begin thinking for a long moment to try and see if anything will come back. A blush erupts on my cheeks. "I remember, um, us making out. A lot. Like, I'm pretty sure there's an amount of making out a couple is supposed to do in public and I'm pretty sure we surpassed that limit, by about a mile." I manage to get out. I scratch my head in confusion. "Did we go to a outdoor party or something? I keep remembering fire and moving around a lot." I question and trail my hand softly in different shapes along his bare chest. He does the same to me while pulling me closer.

"We left the bar shortly after because you kept wanting to go somewhere that wasn't 'lame', so there was an open house party going on and we went there, but we had to come back here after a couple of hours because you started to crash." He explains. "Once we got home though you seemed fine. Maybe more than fine, I think." He says in a tone that seemed a little too suggestive for me to ignore.

"Well now you have to explain." I demand full of curiosity. A smidgen of a mischievous smirk ghosts his face and suddenly I feel unsure if I want to know the truth or not.

"Gladly." His hand slides up to cup my face all the while making sure to take his time making his way up the side of my torso. Goosebumps erupt on my skin as soft lips meet my own and my eyes close instinctively. He bites my bottom lip gently and I let out a small gasp of surprise. At the same time his hips move themselves forward to press into my lower region and I let out a sharp breath that allows him access to let his tongue dart into my parted mouth.

We break away and I try to catch my breath but he shifts to loom over my frame then starts kissing and biting at the flesh on my neck which seems to kick up my heart rate even more. "Alex." I breathlessly whisper when he finds a spot just below my ear at the back of my jaw. My breathing comes out shallow. I dig my nails into the flesh of his back as his hips begin moving against myself slowly. A feeling I've never felt before spreads throughout my body as I twist and tug my fingers through his soft product-less black hair.

A low growl emits from the back of his throat as my phone begins ringing from the table stand beside the bed. I squirm a little. "Alex, I-I gotta take this." I stutter out, flushed as I try moving to unlatch our bodies and swing my legs out from beneath the covers. I shiver as my feet hit the cold ground. I try to clear my head and catch my breath while answering the phone. My cheeks feel like fire and my heart beats rapidly in its cage.

"Hello?" I try clear my throat. Alex apparently doesn't care that I'm on the phone because he snakes his arms around my waist and continues kissing silently down my neck and jaw anyway.

"Mason?" A familiar scratchy female voice answers back after a few moments. A feeling of dread wells up in my stomach.