“This is Phil’s house?” I asked as we stood outside.
Molly rolled her eyes. “Gee, genius. What gave it away? The kids drinking and making out on the front lawn, the obnoxiously loud music, or the flashing lights?”
I pouted at her. “You are such a mean person,” I grumbled.
Molly nodded. “True. I’m also a person who’s ready to party. So, let’s go Nick!” She grabbed my hand and pulled me up to the front door.
We let ourselves in. I looked around and couldn’t help but a grin a little. This party looked like it was going to be a hell of a good time.
Molly and I made our way to the kitchen and got beers. We shifted out to the living room, which wasn’t that big, and began to dance together. The whole house was packed with kids, music blaring. The smell of smoke and alcohol was potent, and I was just praying that my dad didn’t bust the place.
“Nick!”
I spun around and gave a weak smile. “Hi Nolan,” I greeted as the cute boy bounced over to me, beer in hand.
“How are you?” he asked with a bright smile. His face was turning red, announcing that he had been drinking. But I could tell Nolan wasn’t drunk yet. I had seen him drunk before, and he got a little out of control.
“Good,” I called over the music.
“Want to dance?” Nolan offered. “As friends,” he added quickly, his face heating up due to embarrassment now.
I looked over and saw Molly talking to Angel now. I turned back to Nolan and shrugged, nodding. He and I began to dance together, laughing and talking casually.
“So why are you at one of Phil’s parties? And where’s your boyfriend?” I asked, truly curious. Nolan wasn’t friends with Phil or Angel.
“Everyone comes to Phil’s parties. And my boyfriend is setting up beer pong in the basement. Want to go play?”
I shrugged and nodded. I looked around and saw that Molly had disappeared. She was probably off dancing with Angel or something.
I followed Nolan out to the kitchen. He pulled me through the thick crowd and managed to get us into the basement. There were less people down here.
“Are you guys ready yet?” Nolan asked curiously. The music wasn’t loud since we had shut the door, and we could talk normally now.
I mentally groaned as I saw Phil pouring beer into several red plastic cups set up on a ping-pong table. Oh my lanta. Beer pong with an already emotionally-unstable boy. What fun.
A cute guy looked up and nodded. “Pretty much. We’re just filling up the cups, and then we’re ready play,” he said with a shrug.
Nolan nodded eagerly and pulled me over. “Guys, this is Nick. Nick, this is my boyfriend Vinny, those are the twins, Kyle and Creigh, that’s Owen, that’s Brandon, and that’s Phil,” Nolan introduced.
As their names were said, each of the guys nodded at me. I said hi to all of them, trying to act calm and casual since Phil was watching me now.
“Have you guys seen Angel?” he asked, tossing an empty beer can on the floor and kicking it away from himself.
“I think he’s with Molly,” I said with a shrug.
Phil sighed in annoyance. “Dammit. He’s supposed to be my partner. I guess you’ll have to do, Nick. You better be good.”
Oh. My. Lanta.
“Of course I’m good,” I said, glaring at him.
He motioned at one of the tables impatiently. “Then let’s start. You and me versus Nolan and Vinny. Brandon and Owen versus Kyle and Creigh at that table,” he said, picking up a ping-pong ball and bouncing it on the table as he waited for us.
I stood across the table from Nolan and Phil stood next to me. The net on the ping-pong table had been taken off. Ten red plastic cups had been set up in a pyramid.
Phil aimed carefully, a look of concentration on his face. He tossed the ball and it made its way into one of the cups.
Nolan took it out and drained the cup before he aimed carefully. He shot the ball, making it in a cup. Phil took the ball out and drank it.
He handed me the ball and glared at me. “You better not miss,” he growled. “I don’t like to lose.”
I glared at him. “Shut up. I won’t miss,” I snapped. I turned and aimed before tossing the ball effortlessly into one of the cups. Vinny took it out and drank it.
I gave Phil a smug smirk. I actually had good aim. I was good at beer pong. I played with Molly a lot, just for fun.
Vinny aimed and threw the ping-pong ball. I caught it as it bounced and Vinny pouted. Nolan pouted at him.
We continued the game, me and Phil winning. We ended up setting up another game and playing again, losing this time.
“Tie breaker!” Nolan, now fairly drunk, cried.
We set up another game and played. Phil and I managed to win and grinned at each other, also drunk now.
“I have vodka in my room. Come on Nick,” Phil said, taking my hand and pulling me upstairs.
He lead me through the crowd to a locked door. He grabbed the chain that was hanging around his neck up, a key hanging on the end of it. He used it to unlock the door and led me in, shutting it and locking it again.
He flicked on the lights and swept his hand towards the room. “My bedroom,” he grumbled. “I always lock my room, the guest room, and my mom’s room when I have parties. I lock all the breakable things in the guest room, and all the hardcore liquor in my room.”
“So it’s just you and your mom?” I asked as he dug around under his bed.
He reappeared, holding two shot glasses, and nodded. He pat the spot next to him on his bed and sat down. He pulled out a bottle of Vodka and poured it into the shot glasses.
“Yep,” he said and we tipped the glasses back.
The Vodka burned my throat pleasantly as it made its way down. Drunk, I didn’t even care about getting Phil mad. I could barely remember that I had an act to keep up.
“What about your dad?” I asked as he refilled the shot glasses.
“Never met him. Never will. My mom doesn’t even know who he is. I think she has a guess, but if she does, she’s never told me. I don’t really give a shit,” he said with a shrug, handing the shot glass back to me.
“Was she, like, raped?” I asked, watching Phil set the Vodka down on the floor.
Phil shook his head and we took a minute to throw back the shots. Phil wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Nah. She gets around, like you,” he said and smirked at me. He suddenly glared. “But call my mom a whore, and I’ll kick your sorry ass.”
“I wasn’t going to call your mom a whore,” I said, rolling my eyes.
Phil leaned close to me, the alcohol potent on his breath. He searched my eyes before pressing his lips to mine. I kissed him back deeply.
He licked my bottom lip and I opened my mouth, letting his tongue in. I could taste the alcohol now. I tangled my hands in his hair, pulling his head closer.
We fell back on his bed, him on top of me. Phil pulled our shirts off, throwing them on the floor. He ran his hands on my chest and rubbed our tongues together. I let my hands slide down to his hips and grinded our lowers halves together.
I broke away and kissed down Phil’s neck. Finding his soft spot, I began to gently suck it, our lower halves still grinding together. I began to suck his neck harder and he groaned lightly.
I pulled away from his neck and bring our lips back together. Phil broke away this time and trailed kisses down my chest to my nipple. He gently nibbled at it before sucking on it.
I ran my hands up and down his chest eagerly, growing excited. I let out a groan as he switched and sucked my other nipple. He kissed down my stomach to the waistline of my jeans.
He unzipped my jeans and threw them on the ground. He pulled my boxers off and I groaned as he took me in his hands and began to stroke me.
I groaned louder as Phil wrapped his mouth around me. His head bobbed up and down as he sucked me.
I bit my lip and moaned as he ran his tongue over my tip. I felt pressure building and gripped his bed cover tightly.
“Phil!” I whimpered.
He met my eyes and nodded lightly. I thrust my hips up and moaned as I came in his mouth. Phil swallowed me before moving up and crashing his lips on mine, letting me taste myself.
I eagerly reached for Phil’s jeans. I slid them off and tossed them onto his floor. I did the same thing with his boxers, leaving his ever so sexy body completely exposed. I let my eyes drink in his incredible appearance.
Phil shifted us so that he was positioned over me. He thrust into me and I cried out in pain. Phil thrust into me again and I bit my lip tightly. He thrust in again, hitting the spot that drove me crazy, and earning a moan from me.
“Faster,” I moaned.
Phil increased his speed, thrusting into me harder and faster. Every time he hit my spot, he had me moaning, intensely loving the pleasure and pain.
Phil moaned loudly as he released inside of me. He pulled out and rolled next to me, both us panting and our bodies lightly covered in sweat.
I rolled on top of Phil and kissed him roughly. He grabbed my hips and kissed me back with the same force.
We pulled away from each other. Phil began to say something, but I never got to hear it. Instead, the alcohol claimed me, and I found myself passing out on Phil’s bed.
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A.N.- So, were you guys surprised, or did you see it coming? ;D Also, do you think Nick or Phil will regret it?;D
Lol, and I was at my friends earlier and I said "Oh my lanta" and her mom called me a freak for saying it D; This story is causing me to constantly say that phrase haha. I need to make Nick stop using it xD