BREATHE [✔]

6.Helping?

Conrad

Resting my head on the doorpost I watched Chester fiddle with a minimal task a half-asleep 4-year-old could accomplish. Buttoning his shirt. That wasn't the thing that made me worry though.

I watched as Chester buttoned up his shirt wrongly for what I presumed was the seventh time. As if to protest a button came loose. The look on his face was that of a person who's puppy had died.

I obviously knew this trip was not the cure to what he had but I hoped it would distract him long enough to get out of his head. If not at least it was supposed to make us friends. Chester was so stubborn being his friend was harder than taking a casual swim to the bottom of the ocean. And I obviously had good intentions. Besides, I always make friends easily but with Chester, it seemed it was one step forward five steps back.

Stepping out of my thoughts for a second I saw him give up on the shirt and sit on the ground helplessly. Clearly, he hadn't seen me yet or I would have received the usual go away Conrad. It had been three days into the trip and he was already back in his head. I had vowed I would help him even if I had to tie him up and force some ecstasy down his throat. Okay, maybe not that but that was my plan C. Incase nothing worked.

Looking up I saw him cry helplessly,  even though it broke my heart I knew it would help. So I gave him a few more minutes before comforting him. Kneeling beside him I noticed something his breaths were coming out faster than they should have been. I watched as his chest rose and fell showing signs of struggling to breathe. Was he having a panic attack?

Taking his hands in mine. I uttered the same word over and over again. Hoping he could hear me.

"Breathe. "

I repeated the word over and over again all while I squeezed his hand lightly. He seemed to calm down five minutes later but he kept his eyes shut and laid his head on the bed.

"Are you okay," I whispered.

He didn't answer. Just retracted his hands from mine then opened his eyes and looked at me. Like really looked at me no talking no questions just watching me from my hair all the way to my toes. Making me feel more self-conscious than I wanted.

"You want a drink? " I uttered the only other sentence swimming around in my mind.

He just nodded his head silently without taking his eyes away from me.

Three glasses into cheap strong probably bad for us alcohol. Chester was starting to talk and open up. Laying on my back I let my head hang over the edge of the bed as I listened to him ramble on about shows he watched. It was a simple process yet it gave me happy chills. I concentrated on the sound of his voice as he spoke with so much passion. I started to  feel the liquor give me a slight buzz. So I pulled my head back on top of the bed to find Chester inching towards me seductively. He straddled me with so much confidence I drew in a shaky breath. This was a somewhat pleasant surprise. I wasn't just dreaming, right? Or drunk and hallucinating?

He didn't say a word but the lustful look he gave me sent chills all over me. He trailed his fingers up my body like it was a familiar place. Like he had touched me like this before. Slowly unbuttoning my shirt I let a deep groan escape my throat. Chester proceeded to unbuckle my jeans and pull them over my legs. Just the action made my heart rate speed up. He slowly moved up while placing kisses inside my thighs. And at some point he let his teeth graze a little skin. I felt myself get hard instantly.

As if on queue he started to palm me while still maintaining eye contact. His eyes grew darker with each stroke as if he was stroking himself. Heck, maybe he was how would I know I couldn't stop staring at his lips, his eyes and the way he was moving. He bit his bottom lip in an attempt to keep his sounds to himself but I guess his body had other plans because the moan he let slip sent shivers up my spine. I drew in a shaky breath and grabbed his now open shirt pulling him towards me. And I kissed him like it would be the last time I would have the chance. Hack it probably would be.

And as my luck would have it someone knocked on the door, more like banged. The next ten seconds happened very fast. The door was slammed open just as Chester shoved me off the bed. I rolled under the bed as I heard voices yell animatedly.

"Dude where have you been? " the first guy said.

"Umm ahh?"

"You know what, it's cool but you missed out." the first voice replied.

"Is this alcohol? Since when do you drink ." the second voice said.

"Amery, I am kinda busy right now can we do this later?" Chester's voice responded

"Busy doing what? I know for sure your girlfriend is out with Sammy, right Price!" Amery replied.

"I am just um....cleaning my room," Chester answered suspiciously.

"We could help? " Amery answered animated.

"Yeah, wait...hey isn't that Conrad's jacket." Precè stated. More excitedly than the sentence needed.

" Did you guys realize I am almost naked," Chester stated in hopes of chasing them out.

"Yeah so?" Precè said obviously ignoring the send away.

"Okay that's it, get out, come on let me change I will come over to whoever's room we will be hanging in, " Chester whispered defeated.

"We going for a party in an hour. Not that u need it since you have obviously been pregaming." Precè said bending down to pick up the empty liquor bottle that was a few inches from my face.

I watched as Precè eyes widened clearly realizing what had happened. He picked up the bottle as if he hadn't seen anything and shuffled his feet away.

I had stopped paying attention to Amery and Chester because the sound of my heart thrashing against my ribcage was too loud. The last thing I heard was Precè saying something along the lines of see you there or something.

Written [14.03.19]

Edited [24.02.20]