Teenage Fever

How to Swim

By midnight I was drunk. I mean, like, one sip away from being that one time at LIPS drunk. I didn't realize how drunk I was until Jackson woke me up. He was laughing.

"Yo, you alive?" He asked.
Everything was moving.
"Yo, slow down."
"What—what time is it? The day?" I could barely understand me.
I felt something at my mouth and smack it away thinking it was more alcohol.
"No, Les, drink this."
I took a sip. I tried to get a steady look at Jackson but he was all over the place.
"It's flat," I mumble.
He throws his head back laughing.
"It's water. C'mon, let's get you away from the pool and inside."

It seemed to take forever to get inside.
"Wh—where's D?" I groaned.
"He's just as drunk as you. I laid him out comfortably in the living room since I can't make it with y'all upstairs. Gi is drunk too but he's still standing."

Next thing I know I'm hit, hard. Something ran into me. I turned onto my back to catch my breath while staring up at the ceiling.

"Shit, you okay, Les? You fell out of my arms."
"A car hit me," I moan.
"A car didn't hit you, you hit the floor."
My eyes looked over and saw D on his stomach sleeping. I grew warm and smiled.
"D," I say and cuddle closer to him.
Being near him relaxed me and I was swallowed up in darkness.

When I opened my eyes I noticed the sand underneath me. Confused, I looked over and see D sitting besides me in the sand looking out at the water and its waves. The sky was all kinds of reds, oranges and yellows, the sun setting.

"What are you doing?" I asked him.
He looks at me and smiles.
"Waiting for your ass to teach me how to swim."

When I open my eyes again it's dark and I'm no longer on a bright beach. My eyes land on the vibrant blue pool behind the glass doors. I feel movement besides me.

"Did I wake you?" A gruff voice asked.
I look over and felt dèjá vu. It was me lying down again, this time not on sand but on a carpet. D was right beside me but he looked out of it and confused.
"I don't think so."

I blink my eyes to adjust to my surroundings. I was in a living room. I faintly remembered coming in here. And it took me a while to realize I was dreaming earlier.

"Damn that felt real," I say and rub my eyes.
"I feel like shit."
D goes back to lie down besides me slowly. I was distracted but felt his arm snake across my abdomen, his head by my shoulder as he cuddled close. I kissed his forehead.

This seemed to provoke something in him because a couple seconds later he throws his mouth up to me and the next thing I know we're locking lips. Immediately I grew hard and slowly climbed on top of him. He moaned louder against my lips at the feel of my pelvis against his. We quickly removed our shorts as if afraid someone would walk in at any minute.

We were both naked from the waist down. The only light coming into the room was the lights from the pool, I couldn't make out much in the dark but I felt D sit up and watch me as I tried to lubricate my dick. My mouth was so dry. I could make out D leaning forward towards my dick. Right away I felt moisture and my dick eventually became slick.

"You're nasty," I tell him as I gently laid him back.
"Says the one who eats feet," he chuckles.
I accidentally, loudly, smack the side of his ass. He laughed out but quickly covered his mouth.
"I'll never do it again," I tell him, referring to his feet comment.
"I apologize," he quickly says.
I grin down at him as I make my way inside.

We proceeded to make love in Jackson and Givanté's living room. Taking care to keep extra quiet but that was hard to do when I was giving D all of me.
But something felt different this time around. I was in a different mindset. As I tried to make out D in the dark my mind tried to form the words that I wanted to say.

"Can I ask you something?" I asked while stroking slowly.
He moaned in response before saying, "Anything."
I thought long and hard about my words.
"What would you say if I asked you to marry me?"
Everything seemed to slowly come to a halt, even my stroking slowed down. I could even make out D's confusion. His hand went to my stomach as if trying to stop me.
"Wh-what?" He panted.
I gently moved his hand aside and slowly pushed my way deeper without having ever exited.
"What would you—"
"Fuck it, I heard you," he cut me off.
I now fully stopped moving with my dick still inside. "Why would you ask me—" he stops.
"I'm just curious, D."
He gave a light groan.
"Les, we are too damn young to be thinking about that. And I even told you that that's not my thing."
"Soooo you would never consider it? With anybody, period?"
I could sense him rolling his eyes.
"Why are we talking..."
"You love me though, right?"
"Of course!" He said a little too loud.
"So how long did you want to be together before moving into that phase?"
I heard him suck his teeth a second later.
"Les, we do not need to get married to be together. I'm definitely not thinking about that now," he said in a serious tone.
I nodded my head but inside I was getting kind of upset.
"So you wouldn't want to marry me?" I ask him.

My vision seemed to grown clearer at that point. I could see D staring up at the ceiling with an annoyed almost fed up expression.
He still hadn't answered after a minute or two so I finally pull out and go back to my side of the floor. In the process his hands went up to his face as he let out a long sigh.
I sat on the floor on my side staring at the pool as the silence became heavier.
Was I rushing things? Was it too soon to talk about marriage? It just didn't feel that way to me. And I didn't realize how adamant D was against it.

All in all, the shit hurt so I threw the covers on me and laid down facing the opposite direction. After a while I could feel D turn to lay on his side as well... facing the other direction.