Saving a School (boyxboy)

We Haven't Changed 3

Ashton POV

Kim's house was gorgeous. I loved all of it, especially how it seemed to connect together. There was this lounge on the second floor, with a view into the lobby and pool. It was visible from both places as well, being the central room where you'd go through no matter where you wanted to go. It was pretty and cozy, with floor to ceiling windows and some armchairs. The music wasn't very loud here, compared to dance floor, and there was light, so a lot of people came up here to hang out. The few who didn't passed it on their way to the pool. So it was actually the most visited room at this party.

Why the introduction? This was the room me and Dan were making out in, under the eyes of the entire student body of Rock West High. Probably. We had an audience, so big that many people didn't fit into the room anymore, and lots of people were whistling.

Dan probably hadn't noticed. He was baked. I didn't wanna sound like someone's mom, asking who the hell gave him weed, but why did they give him so much? And he gets into a mood when he's high, that's why the kissing.

Honestly, I'd been a little worried about the possibility. I thought he would try to fuck someone's brains out if he gets drunk or worse. I just never figured he'd choose me for the task.

Well, it hadn't gone that far. But as far as it had, it was far enough.

Being so public was part of the plan. The reason for it, Dan being high, was believable, and the dialog before meant he was either acting the whole thing perfectly or he had forgotten we weren't really dating. What I should do was continue and drive the fact 'gays exist and party, just like you' home for the impressionable teenagers.

But I should really stop now. I was forgetting how breathing works and soon would forget I ever practiced that.

Cause you know, did I forget to mention Dan was kissing me, my hands raking over his braids, his holding me in place against him, his tounge exploring my mouth in a way that is making me actually moan. My mind was racing a mile a minute, but that was only the final resistance until it would completely shut down.

But this was Dan. Daniel. The thought should not turn me on any further, it should make me realize that you didn't have blackouts from weed and he would remember all this. He would have an excuse, I wouldn't.

He pulled me against himself and I could tell he was hard. The last time I felt that was this morning, when I woke up with his dick pocking me in the stomach, but I didn't feel like this then. I thought it showed our closeness that I didn't care, but I sure as hell cared now. I gasped, throwing my head back, and he went to kiss my neck, muttering curses under his breath.

He was a bit clearer now as his teeth grazed against my ear. I was drawing quick sharp breaths between my clenched teeth. "If you really can't get it up for me, think of doing this with a chick," he whispered. "I don't want them to think my boyfriend doesn't have the hots for me."

"Shut the fuck up," I growled, pushing him back by his neck and bringing my own lips to the hollow below his chin. He laughed a little, then gasped when I popped a button of his shirt and slipped a hand to trace his abs. In a moment he was moaning, panting as hard as me. I was hopelessly hard at this point, but I didn't push it against him, didn't let him know, even while I was sitting on his bulge. I didn't have his excuse.

And a small part of me was registering the wolf whistles, drunk giggles and Ashley next to us, talking like a sports commentator.

"And in a shocking twist, Ashton has taken the lead again. After a dominating change of location, Daniel is now moaning like a bottom, while Ashton is certainly a hand ahead, a hand that is feeling his boyfriend up. Can Daniel still come out on top in this race to be the top? His one advantage now, his jeans are much harder to get over that sweet ass than Ashton's khakis."