Chapter 3:
As I walked up Erik's driveway, the music grew louder with each stride. I made it to the door, and turned the knob. The smell of alcohol and sweat invaded my nostrils immediately. Someone else, I didn't see who, shoved me forward, not bothering to apologize, either.
The place was packed. It seemed that you couldn't even take 5 steps without the space being occupied by people grinding on each other. Which made it rather awkward for myself as I made way upstairs.
His room was the third door on the right. I tried the knob; it was locked. I lifted a fist and knocked once, then four times, and then twice more.. The door swung open almost immediately, revealing a smiling Erik.
Knowing what his reaction would be, I asked, "Is a secret knock really necessary?"
He gave me a look that screamed 'you did not just ask that'. I giggled and pushed my way past him, and sat down in his computer chair. I smiled at him. "Just kidding, Erik." He grumbled something under his breath and made his way over to the bed.
I looked at him for a few minutes until I couldn't stand the silence any longer, and followed his example, plopping down right next to him on his bed. He moved to lay down, putting his head in my lap, looking straight up at me. I ran my finger through his dark hair, and smiled down at him.
"Thanks for coming tonight, Al." He said, his bright green eyes never leaving mine.
"Since when does attending a rager warrant a thank you?" I inquired playfully.
"Well, you see, it's not actually my party."
Now I was confused. I looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to continue.
"It's actually my brother's party. And in typical Tony Fashion, he's being a dick." He stated rather ruefully, pursing his lips.
"No need to thank me. I'd rather be here with you than at home, anyway."
"Still. Thank you, anyway." He smiled that goofy grin at me.
I wasn't quite sure of what I was about what was happening here. Erik was my best friend. Yeah, we've kissed, but it was never really serious.
"Erik?" I said quietly
"What?" He replied just as gently.
I bit my lip. "Can you sit up? I want to try something."
He looked at me with a curious glint in his eyes for a few seconds before pushing himself up off of my lap, stretching his legs out.
My heart started to beat rapidly, and the odd feeling in my stomach worsened.
I crossed the bed to where he was, and stilled in front of him. He eyes, now serious, were looking directly at me.
I took one of Erik's hand in mine, and I slid on top of him, placing my legs on either side of his waist, straddling him. I slid my hands up his torso, and wrapped them around his shoulders, pushing myself as close to as I could be to him. I adjusted my hips, and he let out a small groan. He was still looking at me with serious eyes. I knew that things might not go back to the way they were after this, but right then, I couldn't really bring myself to care.
I took both of his hands in mine, and moved them to my hips. A small, amused smile appeared on his lips. I returned his smile with a small one of my own. I knew he was waiting for me to make the first move before he did anything. I moved one of my hands into his hair, leaving the other one on his shoulder, and ran my fingers through it. I closed my eyes, letting out a contented sigh. His hair felt very nice.
After a few seconds, I opened my eyes, leaning in to kiss his collarbone. He let out a small, breathy, moan. I trailed kisses up his neck, his jaw, before stopping at the hollow beneath his ear.
I pulled my head up, leaving only about an inch between both of our faces. Finally, I leaned in and softly grazed my lips against his, testing the waters. And that was all it took. He captured my bottom lip with his, and we slowly moved our lips against each other's. I felt his fingers trace up the path of my spine, until one of his hands tangled itself in my dark, Blonde hair.
Things were starting to get heavy. Fast. Our hips started working against each other's. We pulled apart for air. Erik took this opportunity to kiss and nip at my neck. I moaned, and threw my head back to give him better access. His hands slid underneath my shirt, up my stomach. I lifted up my arms, and he pulled it off, tossing the garment to the floor. In a swift motion, his was off too. The fact that both of us were without a top, just heated things even more. My enitire body felt warm and giddy.
The pace of our hips started working more swiftly than before, the thump of music from the party and our soft moans the only sounds in the otherwise quiet room. Erik's hands wandered to the clasp of my bra and he undid it, sliding it off of my arms. My hands worked to undo his belt and zipper. Before I knew it, the only thing between us was the fabric of our underwear.
Not quite satisfied with our current position, Erik flipped me onto my back, and was now on top of me, our bare chests pressed against each other's. Our kisses became more feverish with every passing moment, our harsh breaths turning into pants. I could feel how excited he was through his boxers, and boy was he excited. He groaned as our hips ground against the other's one last time, before he reached over to his nightstand and fumbled in the drawer with his free hand. Erik's hand stopped rummaging, finding what he was looking for, and pulled out a condom. Knowing exactly where this was going I put my hand at the top of his boxers, and started to pull them down his legs. When they got down to his ankles, his kicked them off, landing somewhere on his bedroom floor. After mine were off too, he lifted up to sit on his knees, tore the condom out of the wrapper.
Erik lowered his body, holding himself up with his hands, hovering over me. The serious look in his eyes was back, and his gaze was directly locked with mine.
"You sure about this, Al?" He asked.
"Yeah."
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Author's Note: Sorry for a short 3rd chapter. I was going to make this one longer, but I decided to split this chapter into two different ones.
Anyway, thanks for reading, and please vote if you liked it. :)
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