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God, this party was a total bust.
It was supposed to be Jared's 16th birthday party with all his friends from school. There were gonna be snacks and movies and even a BB-Gun fight. Wicked, right? His dad bought him everything he would need, even things he wouldn’t need, like a shark tank.
But, of course, Debbie had to take it over. He barely even realized it was his party that got overthrown with how pink the decorations were. He tried to tell his father and mother to make Debbie stop, but he got the same crap he always did.
"Don't start now, Jared. You can have your own birthday next year."
Every year now, Debbie turned all of Jared's plans into stupid stuff for her stupid friends. Jeez, he hated them. He should like them, he really should have a crush on one of them, if he was being honest, but it was just wrong. Plain wrong.
As he sat and pouted on the living room couch, the one friend who stayed through the Debbie-craze, Blaine, moved to sit next to him. He held a red solo cup in his hand and scoffed.
"Some party, huh?" Blaine retorted as he took a sip. Jared groaned and rolled his eyes.
"I'm so tired of this. Stupid Debbie, always ruining my birthday! Next year, I'll just have the party at your house." He said with a huff. Blaine laughed at his friend's words before patting him on the back.
"Why don't you make out with Debbie? I hear she's got the hots for ya." Blaine suggested with a grin. Jared shuddered at the suggestion. "No way! Any time I try, I just keep seeing my sister. Yuck!" He shook his head insistently. He snuck at glance at the solo cup in Blaine's hand. "What's that? Booze?"
Blaine blinked at Jared's proposition before shoving it towards his friend. "Try it." The other judged him silently for a second. He swiped the solo cup and took a long sip. He hummed and let the taste settle over his tongue. Suddenly, Jared coughed and sputtered, the poor taste souring his mood further.
"Plegh! What is this crap?" He said as he shoved the cup back to Blaine. The other just laughed in his face. "Hah!"
A small root spawned in the black-haired boy's mind and he made a small smirk. Slowly, Blaine trailed his fingers up Jared's arm, stopping just above his shirt sleeve. "You seem stressed, man. You need to..wind down?" He teased.
Jared immediately flinched, translating through Blaine's cover-language. "Dude, no! You know my dad'll kill me." His voice slowly dwindled to a mere pathetic whisper. He couldn't risk it, he couldn't risk anything at this house. "Besides, I don't wanna."
Blaine could see right through Jared's timidness with ease and leaned close. "You totally do." He sing-songed. Jared's cheeks flared red and he pouted with crossed arms. He attempted to turn his body away from Blaine but the other kept them face to face.
"No, I don't."
"Yeah, you do."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yeah."
"No!"
"No."
"Yes!" Jared blinked before grunting. "Damnit! Fine." He suddenly gripped Blaine's wrist, dragging him down the hall and around the corner, right to his bedroom. “But I get to be the guy this time.” Blaine just followed along without a single complaint. He took his spot on one side of Jared's bed, like he always did when they hung out, and waited for his friend expectantly.
Jared just grumbled as he locked his bedroom door, forgetting the lock was busted, and slumped down on the bed next to Blaine. After pouting for just a bit longer he turned to face his friend with a grimace. There was a palpable tension between them, there always was, especially when it was just the two of them. But this was different. It was a softer tension, one that wasn’t always so demanding of them.
Slowly, Blaine reached over and gently laid his hand on Jared’s shoulder. He locked eyes with his friend in a gaze that was too genuine to be just a front. “Hey.” He said softly. He didn’t have much to say after that, so he just stared at Jared. Jared stared right back at him, expecting something.
“Hey.” He echoed, the hand on his shoulder feeling comforting despite the rage still pumping through his blood. After a bit of hesitation, Jared leaned in close to Blaine and puckered his lips. Blaine did the same, their mouths meeting in a soft mingling of skin. They stayed rooted to their positions through a couple seconds of kissing. It wasn’t anything crazy, just kisses. But Jared was feeling restless. His therapist said not to bottle things up, and he just might take that crazy guy’s advice.
The kissing went on for about a minute before Jared pulled away. His gaze was completely downcast and avoidant, like he was still warring within himself. Sensing the other’s conflict, Blaine leaned in again to press his mouth against Jared’s sensitive neck. The blonde boy flinched and hissed in an attempt to keep himself from pushing his friend away. “Hey, c-cut it out. You know I’m ticklish.” But Blaine just kept on going. Eventually, he started kissing Jared’s neck real soft, like he was trying to make him giggle like a Debbie. Unfortunately, it worked, causing him to emit a sound he’d rather not even describe. Jared just grumbled afterwards and bit his tongue as his hands moved to Blaine’s shoulders.
Their positions slowly switched, like they always did, ending up with the two boys facing each other with Blaine halfway on Jared’s lap. Somewhere along the way, Blaine grazed a spot with his lips that made the other jump and gasp. Blaine pulled away suddenly, brows raised. “Too far?”
Jared contemplated for a bit and nodded. “Too far, dude.” Blaine mirrored his nod. They sat in silence for a bit, just staring at each other, both with their fair share of thoughts racing through their mind. His hands heavy as steel, Jared lifted his nearly limp wrists and looped them around Blaine’s neck to bring their lips together again.
This time was more intense. It wasn’t just kissing. It was a total make-out sesh. Tongue, teeth, you name it. Jared’s tongue was all the way into Blaine’s mouth like he was trying to look for something. Maybe a way out of this damn house and town. Maybe just a place where he and Blaine could be alone together. All the while Blaine moaned helplessly against his friend. By the time they separated, they were both panting and sweaty.
Once they had cooled off slightly, Blaine, still sitting partially on Jared’s lap, spoke up. “..Is that it?” His tone purveyed that he was expecting more. Maybe a few more kisses, maybe even a handjob if they were being reckless, but he wasn’t too keen on pushing his friend.
Jared seemed to think for a long moment, which was impressive for him, before, surprisingly, shaking his head. The Kilmer boy was the one often calling the shots when they hung out, and after tongue their sessions ended there. But he was especially angry after today, and maybe having Blaine around for a bit longer wouldn’t be too bad.
“Nah. I’m still upset.” Blaine just hummed and nodded. So they kept making out. Minutes upon minutes must have passed with their tongues and teeth playing tug of war with each other. Blaine’s hands, now a bit clammy, peeled at Jared’s black shirt and began teasing it up and down to make the other shiver.
Jared made a few feeble attempts to get Blaine’s hands away from his chest, but they all failed. He eventually just gave up and let his friend touch him. Blaine took this surrender as an invitation, and in seconds his hands were all over Jared; his neck, his hair, his arms, his back, you name it. …Well, anything above the waist. They made that rule a long time ago. Actually, there were a good bit of rules to their hangouts.
- No touching below the waist.
- Safe word is “Check.”
- If someone walks in, they say they were only massaging each other.
- No one can know.
- No pre-makeouts. (Jared made this rule specifically for Blaine, since he didn’t want his friend fantasizing about his sister or her friends that look just like her while they were making out. It just didn’t feel right.)
But Blaine was feeling daring. He pulled away from Jared’s lips to gaze at his face. Jared’s cheeks were flushed slightly and his hair was sticking up in all kinds of ways. Blaine let out a sort-of laugh. It was more like he exhaled but snuck a vowel into it. The other just tilted his head like a confused puppy. “What?”
“Check.” Blaine said softly, before moving to sit on the bed next to Jared instead of on top of him. Jared still seemed confused, glancing at the wall and back at his friend. “What?” The black-haired boy just sighed with a mix of adoration and aggravation. His hand, left hand to be exact, pressed against Jared’s chest gently. After a moment, he began moving it downwards. Down, down, down it went before stopping just above Jared’s waist. The Kilmer gasped softly in shock. Here? Now? It was almost too much. “N-No way, man. Not yet.” He said insistently.
The other took the hint and backed off, moving back to his side of the bed. Jared, suddenly feeling bad about pushing his friend away, sighed. “Sorry dude, I just.. I can’t.” Blaine nodded, a small smile breaking across his lips. He leaned back in towards Jared and smelled his Hills aroma. “It’s alright. Besides, we got the whole night to ourselves.” Blaine giggled before tackling Jared in an onslaught of kisses and pecks. It was almost sweet, almost, before an Earth-shattering scream broke into the room.
“Aaaahh!” Debbie screamed, immediately covering her eyes. Jared and Blaine gasped simultaneously, both of them stumbling off of the bed in record time. Jared ran to the door and attempted to shush his sister–or he thinks it was his sister–before anyone else heard. “Shut up Debbie!” The blonde girl stared at her brother in horror, glancing between the two friends with a frown.
“You–! You two are..? Ohmigod, ewwww!” Debbie jumped from foot to foot, scampering in place as she attempted to grapple with the fact her brother was kissing his best friend in bed. This couldn’t be real! Jared clamped a hand over his sister’s mouth with a grunt, visibly shaken yet still angry. “Listen, Debbie. If you tell mom or dad about this, I’m gonna tell them about your grey hairs!” He whisper-yelled threateningly. That shut Debbie up quickly. She nodded insistently before Jared let her go.
Debbie stood in place for a second, unsure of what to do, before fixing her bow and running off to talk with her friends again, leaving Jared and Blaine in silence. Jared stood still for a long moment before turning around and aggressively smashing their lips together. When met with confusion from Blaine, he said, “She’ll forget in a day.” Blaine laughed at that before returning the kiss and tangling his fingers in Jared’s hair like an anchor.