Desolation Row [MxM]

Chapter 12

Another party. That was where Joel was, when I texted him, and when I got there he was already high. It didn't take too long to be at the same level, between the smoke going all through the living room and the joints being passed around. There were some pills, too, that looked like the ones Joel had given me before, and I just wanted to get as close to him as I possibly could again.

Which explained why I was on my knees in front of him, both of us in a bedroom again as Joel sat on the bed in front of me. He kept his hands on the back of my head, occasionally running his fingers through my hair and making me hum at the feeling of his nails scratching against my scalp.

I bobbed my head up and down slowly, sucking harshly every few seconds as I rubbed my tongue against the extremity in my mouth. I'd never given a blowjob before, but if Joel's moans and the way he was trying to move up further into my mouth was anything to go by, I couldn't be doing too badly. It took a few minutes for Joel to come, and he didn't let me pull back when it happened, keeping his hands on my head as I choked a little on the fluid that entered my mouth.

Joel leaned back, laying back against the bed as I moved to crawl over him slowly. I leaned down and pressed our mouths together softly. We didn't do much more than lay together, even as I felt my erection straining against my jeans. I just wanted to lay with him.

After a little bit, he lowered his head back onto the pillows, moving his hands from the back of my head down my body, to the hem of my shirt. He slid them up under the material and ran them over all the skin he could reach—my back, my sides, my stomach. The feeling was incredible, and I couldn't help myself as I started grinding down against his thigh slowly.

Joel reached down with one hand, undoing my jeans with some struggle before he slipped his hand into the front of them, squeezing and rubbing at me through my underwear. I was vaguely aware of a few quiet moans, working my hips and pressing into his hand further until the pleasure built up too much, and I shuddered as I felt warmth spread over me.

I fell onto Joel after that, unwilling to do anything but just feel him against me. I could hear my phone vibrate on the nightstand nearby, watching it move slowly across the wooden surface, but making no move to reach for it. So Joel did it instead, pulling his hand out of my pants and wiping it across the blanket beneath us briefly before grabbing my phone. I moved my head to rest on his shoulder, pressing my forehead against his neck as Joel brought the phone to his ear and answered it. “Who is it?” he asked, speech slurring slightly.

“Uh—it's Sophie. Where's Victor?”

Joel hummed quietly. “Vic's a little busy, right now, so he'll...he'll call later,” he answered, hanging up before Sophie could argue. I smirked a little against his skin, moving to press my lips against it as I heard my phone buzz again and let out an annoyed groan. Why did I have all these calls? I didn't want to talk to anyone.

Reaching up, I grabbed the phone from Joel before he could answer it again, not even bothering to check the caller ID before I answered.

“Where are you?”

Charlie's voice was on the other end, and I tried not to sigh at the irritation that bled through the phone heavily. “I'm...out. With friends.”

“Get home. Now.”

That time I did sigh, trying to press the 'end call' button as angrily as I could on a touch-screen phone. It didn't have quite the same feeling as angrily closing a flip-phone, but I didn't care too much as I sat up on Joel.

He made a whining sound, putting his hands on my hips and holding on tightly. “Don't go, baby, come on,” he murmured. I smiled a little at him, reaching down to put my hands on his chest and splaying out my fingers against his shirt.