treehouse // bronnie

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Brandon and I didn't get into a deep conversation until our second cup of cola and vodka. By then we had spent at least an hour together. I was the one to initiate the conversation.

"Did you--ever have sex with him?" I mumbled, blaming the alcohol on my ability to care about boundaries disintegrating.

"No, not really -- I think the furthest we got was when I called him your name," Brandon huffed. "I didn't even get anything in return."

"That makes me feel good," I giggled, "makes me feel like -- makes me feel like you were lying when you said we were meant to break up."

"Of course I was! I couldn't even say Jordan was better than you. I just couldn't admit that because it would lead me to cheat on him -- which now we know I should've."

I sipped my drink, "maybe you were right though."

"About breaking up? What do you mean?"

"Maybe I needed to see that to realize how fucked up breaking up with you was."

"That's an interesting thought."

We sipped in silence for a moment, looking at each other occasionally. He finished his drink then sat his cup down, "before I pour myself another," he moved closer to me, "I want to do this sober." Before I knew it, my face was held in his hands and his lips were on mine. A sensation I hadn't felt in so long but felt so right.

"Flowers, you really know how to get me," I mumbled in a haze after he pulled away.

With a smirk, he poured himself another drink. "Cheers to that," he raised his cup.

I shook my head, "we already cheersed!"

"We can have as many cheers as we want."

I gently clinked his cup and he raised the drink to his lips.

****

After finishing the entire bottle of cola and three-quarters of the vodka, I was laying on the bed with Brandon on top of me, and we were making out. Occasionally, he would mindlessly grind against me, I let it happen as my reasoning was that some of my peers were out doing much worse -- and whatever, it felt good.

We weren't completely wasted, but we were definitely tipsy to the point that we giggled in between kisses that were too wet. After our longest stretch of kissing, Brandon sat up with a deep breath, still straddling my hips. "Can I--uhh--suck on your neck?"

Confusion and slight panic came over me. "W-what?"

He threw his head back and laughed, which was followed by him curling forward and pressing his head against my shoulder. "This is so embarrassing, you're gonna think I'm so stupid."

"No, I won't! What is it? Honestly, I'd let you do anything."

He heavily sighed, "I like the way hickies look."

"Oh?"

"Yeah--Jordan never let me give him them and he refused to give me any." He sat up. "And you're just so hot, you would look so good..." He began blushing and I was truly honored.

"Okay -- do it."

"Are you sure? Aren't you worried someone might see?"

"I'll tell them a girl did it or whatever -- but I'll know it's from you -- that's pretty hot."

"Okay..." He rested his hand on my cheek and slowly leaned down again. As soon as he left a single kiss to my neck, I wasn't sure if I was going to make it to a full blown suck without busting in my pants. He left a few more kisses ranging in pressure. As soon as he took a piece of my skin into his mouth, I was transported into a different universe. A soft moan slipped past my lips and Brandon sat up in response.

"Was it okay?" He questioned, far too nervous considering the context of what he was asking.

"Yeah," I responded simply, admiring how cute he looked hovering over me. With a dopey smile creeping onto my face, I reached up and slowly brushed my fingers through his hair. It had gotten longer since we were last together like this. I played with the hair that met at his neck, "your hair's...curly."

He pouted at me before lowering himself onto me, "you're so cute," he sighed as I wrapped my arms around him, "I missed you so much." He then began sniffling.

I looked down at him in both confusion and amusement, "Are you crying?"

"A little--I really did miss you, Ronnie. Like, you have no idea--when you left me, I thought that was the end of me."

I kissed his head, "I don't deserve you...I can't believe you'd forgive me."

"Me neither, honestly, but when you saved me from that asshole and when you came up to me in the parking lot, I thought, oh shit--I have to, he's, like, mine."

"You're gonna make me cry..."

"Awesome...kids are screwing each other's brains out right now and we're both crying."

After a while of holding each other and silently crying, I thought Brandon had fallen asleep, so when he spoke I nearly jumped out of my body. "We should look at the stars."

"Why? I'm already holding one."

He pushed himself off me with a messy grin. "Let's go, nerd."

I sat up and followed him out of the treehouse. He stumbled over to the middle of his yard and flopped down on the grass. I laughed, "can't your parents see us?"

"They don't give a shit about anything anymore--and they're asleep."

I walked over and laid next to him. The alcohol seemed to make the world spin faster.

"It's so beautiful," he whispered.

I looked over to him, about to say that he was more beautiful, but the look of amazement on his face told me to hold off on the cheesiness.

"I want to do this every night with you," he said, "we don't even have to be drunk."

I slowly reached over and grabbed his hand. I was utterly speechless--not even 24 hours ago, I thought I'd never be friends with Brandon again--now I was holding his hand, watching him grin at the stars--with a mark on my neck that was from him. "Thank you," I mumbled out up at the dark sky. Drunk me needed to say that.

"What?" Brandon muttered back.

"I needed to thank someone for this...I don't know who, but this is so amazing, someone has to be thanked."