Unaware chapter 4.5: Ummm, surprise?
Back with the next chapter of Unaware. Last time we left off with Rin fleeing his "class" to his best friend Mark's house. Now... we have the end of the evening he spends with Mark... complete with something he was not expecting. Because I just can't help but make like difficult for my boy. ^_^;;
So yeah, just a little half-number chapter, with a bit of underage drinking and some "retro" (read early 2000's, and remember that this story takes place in the future... 2050 to be specific.) gaming. ^_^; The Smash Brothers in the chapter is Super Smash Bros. Melee, since that was the one that I played all the time with the guys back at Rolla. ^_^;; (...And because in an earlier version I had Rin playing as Roy, who wasn't in the original.)
Disclaimer: I own not the rights to any of the Super Smash Bros. series (and I don't claim to either), nor do I own a certain super popular electric rat that I never call by name. ^_^; Even if Mark can make said rat do seriously damaging things when under the influence. ^_^;
And yeah, I'll shut up now. Enjoy.
Chapter 4.5
Ummm, surprise?
As I said, I had almost managed to forget everything by the time we went to bed. I probably would have succeeded, too, except that fate didn't seem to be ready to let me forget the things that were making my life complicated at the moment. Fate, and the bottle of coconut rum that Mark had managed to get his hands on (illegally, seeing as he was the same age as I was, not even twenty yet) and had stashed somewhere beneath his bed in order to share his latest discovery with me. That discovery, by the way, was that coconut rum plus lemon-lime soda tasted a lot like cream soda, only with alcohol, and he seemed bound and determined to prove it to me.
So we ended up playing retro Smash Brothers (one of the early ones, which Mark always claimed were the best) while pleasantly buzzed, which just makes it even harder for me to win. I wasn't drunk, since I have a fairly high alcohol tolerance, but I was just buzzed enough that my characters of choice occasionally did things that were quite stupid because of stupid choices from the one controlling them. And Mark (who happens to be a lightweight and gets wasted very easily), proved that he and the electric rat make a good drunken master-type combination. It was rather depressing, come to think of it, but a fine way to get my mind off of the things that had happened just hours earlier.
But, and I believe I may have mentioned this earlier, things do not always go perfectly when Mark and I are drinking together. Or rather, there was a slight precedence for happenings of the sort that I would have rather avoided that day happening when Mark was drunk around me. It had only happened once, but we had never been able to live it down after that, and Mark had even been dumped by his girlfriend because of it in the end, though I will state flat out that that was not my fault, no matter how much she continues to blame me for it.
To put it completely clearly, at a party during our junior year of high school, Mark got quite drunk (which has never been all that hard for him). I had been drinking as well, but I was only slightly buzzed, not that anyone (except Michal, it seemed) knew that. I don't exactly remember the conversation leading up to it, but all of a sudden Mark stopped talking and kissed me. I still don't know why he did it, since as far as I knew he had been happy with his girlfriend at that time. I just know that I had quite consciously decided not to fight back, mostly out of curiosity, until he tried to slip me the tongue. Then I had pulled away, but even that much was enough to spread through our high school like wildfire and all of a sudden make us the "hot couple" of the week.
Mark and I had been drunk together quite a few times since then, and nothing had happened. And he hadn't done it to anyone else either, at least not that I knew of. Just me, and just that one time. We hadn't discussed it, since it was more than a little awkward, and I had just written it off as curiosity on his part as well. After all, if that was why I let it happen, who was to say that that wasn't how he felt as well?
So, that night Mark was drunk (again) and I was slightly buzzed (as usual), and I thought nothing of it. It wasn't anything special, just the two of us hanging out and playing Smash Brothers. Me getting my ass kicked by the electric rodent and his newfound drunken fist powers. Nothing new, until Mark all of a sudden dropped his controller in the middle of a match and leaned in front of me to press his lips against mine.
I barely even let our lips touch this time before scooting backward as fast as I could. This involved climbing up and over the couch that we were sitting on, and ended with me sitting pressed up against the wall, breathing far too quickly for my own good. After all, I had already had one unexpected kiss from a guy that day, and another one was just a little too much for me to handle.
"The fuck!?" Mark stared at me, his eyes oddly clear considering how drunk he had been just moments before, looking wounded, like I had done something wrong. He didn't say anything, though, and that started to bother me after a few moments. "What in the world do you think you're doing?" I hissed, finally.
He shrugged. "I just felt like kissing you all of a sudden. So I did. What's wrong with that?"
"You're a guy... and I'm a guy! And I'm not gay, dammit!"
"Then why am I the second guy you've kissed tonight?" His voice was oddly distant for a moment, as if he wasn't quite all there. But he didn't sound drunk, just... detached.
I should have acted like I had no clue what he was talking about. That would have been the smart thing to do, especially since he had no reason to think that I had kissed another guy that night, even if it was true. But, despite that, the first thing that came out of my mouth in response to that was, "How do you know about that?"
He shrugged again. "I'm not sure, but it's true, right? And in that case, why are you complaining about me?"
"I didn't want to kiss him either!"
He just laughed at me. Then he started to move forward, the look on his face telling me quite clearly that he intended to do it again. He crawled over the couch with a grace that shouldn't have been possible for a drunk man. But then, he hadn't been acting drunk at all since the moment he kissed me. And, as he came toward me, I realized that there was no way I could possibly make it to the door before he made it to me.
I had to try anyway, though, so I bolted for the door. He went into action at the same time, springing forward to catch me in a flying tackle from behind. Luckily for both of us, the main obstacle between me and the door was the bed, and when he caught me in mid-air we went crashing into the bed, rather than the floor, and the various things laying there that were far from soft.
"Let go of me!" I tried to struggle, but he immediately flipped me over to silence me with another kiss, taking advantage of the fact that my mouth was open when it began in a way that he hadn't been able to before. Before I could even really realize it, he had my wrists pinned to the bed and was proceeding to plunder my mouth with reckless abandon. I tried to pull away, but I really wasn't in the position to do so at that moment.
That kiss...
It lasted far longer than I would have liked it to, really. But, at the same time, I found myself enjoying it. I'm not sure if it was because, as Michal was saying before, I was really just in denial of my actual sexuality, or because it was Mark, who was probably the closest person to me ever, including everyone in my family. I just knew that by the time he finally pulled away, a satisfied look on his face, I was panting heavily as well, and I wasn't quite sure if it was all because of my lack of breath. But the part that I wanted to deny the most was that I was starting to get hard because of it...
"You enjoyed that." His lips twitched into an annoying smirk as he glanced downward, toward the bulge that was starting to form in my pants. As if he thought it would make me feel better, he pressed his own hips downward, to let me feel the proof that I wasn't the only one who had reacted to the kiss. And then he just grinned some more as I tried to squirm out of his grasp.
"This isn't like you, Mark." I hoped that maybe if I got him talking he would stop.
"How would you know? You've been gone, in California, right?"
"What the hell does that matter?" I had apologized for disappearing without any real notice back around Christmas break, and he had told me that it was nothing. But now... now he was acting like I had done something bad when I didn't really have any sort of control over the situation in the first place.
"Maybe I missed you while you were gone," he said softly, almost a whisper. "Maybe I was thinking about you when I should have been thinking about the girls that I tried to go out with. Yeah... maybe it's all your fault that I haven't gotten myself laid since last fall!"
"Since when have I had anything to do with whether you got any or not?"
"Since I got turned down by about seven different girls because they thought I was thinking of you more than I was thinking of them, dammit!"
That in itself was weird. Mark had always been pretty popular with the girls. He didn't usually get very serious (the girlfriend who dumped him because of the kiss incident had been one of three that I knew of who actually made "girlfriend" status), but he never had problems finding girls who were willing to go on a couple of dates or be "friends with benefits." I was very much aware that, unlike me, Mark was not a virgin, not even close. So hearing that he had been dumped multiple times was weird, very weird. But still...
"That sounds like your problem, not mine. It's not like I have any control over what you think about, so I can't really do anything about it."
"Yes you can..." He shifted around a little, so that he was sort of straddling me, only with one of his legs in between mine. He had to force my legs open with his knee to do this, but I wasn't in a very good position to fight back and he still had my arms pinned to the mattress. Then he brought my hands together above my head so he could hold them both down with one hand, freeing the other up so it could snake down to the still-present bulge in my pants and start rubbing at it, sending a jolt of fire through my body.
"Dammit all, stop i...!" I protested, though my words were cut off as he leaned down to kiss me again.
This kiss lasted longer, mostly because I was more than a little distracted from trying to fight him off as he switched tactics from rubbing from the outside to sticking his hand down my pants and working from there. The combination of his mouth on mine and his hand... down there was more than enough to throw me off balance, for a bit.
I managed to drag myself back to reality about when he decided to pull his hand out and start fumbling at my belt. I started fighting back again about when he managed to get the belt loose and tugged at the zipper of my jeans. Moments later I was summoning up as much power as I could possibly muster to yank my arms free and shove Mark off of me. Then I scooted back on the bed (stupid move - I should have run for the door - but I wasn't really thinking clearly at the time) and glared at him as I tried to slow down my breathing and heart rate.
"You are getting way too close to rape here, Mark." I talked not just to convince him not to continue, but to hopefully calm myself down a little.
"Your friend there doesn't seem to think that." He pointed down, at my now almost painfully stiff dick. "He seems to be enjoying it quite a bit."
"Who gives a fuck about that!? I don't want it, and that's all that matters! I didn't come here to have sex with you! I don't know what's gotten into you tonight, but if you don't stop, I'm leaving!"
"Like that?"
"If that's what it takes to get you to stop, yeah."
"But you're the one who wanted to come over in the first place."
He had a point, and as he said that, it all came crashing down on me. I had almost forgotten that I didn't want to go home because I was sure Dad would just try to convince me in a logical way that I needed to go along with what they wanted of me. I had gone to Mark's house because it was either that or agree to sex training from Michal. And now it had turned into either stay there and get fucked by my best friend, or go home and face the fact that they expected me to just accept my future as the play toy of Nelene's son. As much as I like Mark as a friend, neither choice seemed very pleasant.
Or...
"I'm leaving." I made up my mind just after another possibility occurred to me. I pushed Mark away as he tried to move to stop me and got off of the bed stiffly. I somehow managed to get my pants done back up, with difficulty, and then marched up the stairs and right out of the house, though I'm sure anyone watching me would have noticed that I was walking... oddly.
I then got in my car and drove off, heading for a hotel where a different friend of mine worked the desk at night. I had managed to calm myself down, for the most part, by the time I arrived. Technically it was long past the last check in time, but I knew she would let me get a room as long as I had the money. And, sure enough, she did, so I stayed the night at that hotel, turning off my phone completely because I didn't want to talk to any of the people who might be trying to contact me that way.
So yeah, just a little half-number chapter, with a bit of underage drinking and some "retro" (read early 2000's, and remember that this story takes place in the future... 2050 to be specific.) gaming. ^_^; The Smash Brothers in the chapter is Super Smash Bros. Melee, since that was the one that I played all the time with the guys back at Rolla. ^_^;; (...And because in an earlier version I had Rin playing as Roy, who wasn't in the original.)
Disclaimer: I own not the rights to any of the Super Smash Bros. series (and I don't claim to either), nor do I own a certain super popular electric rat that I never call by name. ^_^; Even if Mark can make said rat do seriously damaging things when under the influence. ^_^;
And yeah, I'll shut up now. Enjoy.
Chapter 4.5
Ummm, surprise?
As I said, I had almost managed to forget everything by the time we went to bed. I probably would have succeeded, too, except that fate didn't seem to be ready to let me forget the things that were making my life complicated at the moment. Fate, and the bottle of coconut rum that Mark had managed to get his hands on (illegally, seeing as he was the same age as I was, not even twenty yet) and had stashed somewhere beneath his bed in order to share his latest discovery with me. That discovery, by the way, was that coconut rum plus lemon-lime soda tasted a lot like cream soda, only with alcohol, and he seemed bound and determined to prove it to me.
So we ended up playing retro Smash Brothers (one of the early ones, which Mark always claimed were the best) while pleasantly buzzed, which just makes it even harder for me to win. I wasn't drunk, since I have a fairly high alcohol tolerance, but I was just buzzed enough that my characters of choice occasionally did things that were quite stupid because of stupid choices from the one controlling them. And Mark (who happens to be a lightweight and gets wasted very easily), proved that he and the electric rat make a good drunken master-type combination. It was rather depressing, come to think of it, but a fine way to get my mind off of the things that had happened just hours earlier.
But, and I believe I may have mentioned this earlier, things do not always go perfectly when Mark and I are drinking together. Or rather, there was a slight precedence for happenings of the sort that I would have rather avoided that day happening when Mark was drunk around me. It had only happened once, but we had never been able to live it down after that, and Mark had even been dumped by his girlfriend because of it in the end, though I will state flat out that that was not my fault, no matter how much she continues to blame me for it.
To put it completely clearly, at a party during our junior year of high school, Mark got quite drunk (which has never been all that hard for him). I had been drinking as well, but I was only slightly buzzed, not that anyone (except Michal, it seemed) knew that. I don't exactly remember the conversation leading up to it, but all of a sudden Mark stopped talking and kissed me. I still don't know why he did it, since as far as I knew he had been happy with his girlfriend at that time. I just know that I had quite consciously decided not to fight back, mostly out of curiosity, until he tried to slip me the tongue. Then I had pulled away, but even that much was enough to spread through our high school like wildfire and all of a sudden make us the "hot couple" of the week.
Mark and I had been drunk together quite a few times since then, and nothing had happened. And he hadn't done it to anyone else either, at least not that I knew of. Just me, and just that one time. We hadn't discussed it, since it was more than a little awkward, and I had just written it off as curiosity on his part as well. After all, if that was why I let it happen, who was to say that that wasn't how he felt as well?
So, that night Mark was drunk (again) and I was slightly buzzed (as usual), and I thought nothing of it. It wasn't anything special, just the two of us hanging out and playing Smash Brothers. Me getting my ass kicked by the electric rodent and his newfound drunken fist powers. Nothing new, until Mark all of a sudden dropped his controller in the middle of a match and leaned in front of me to press his lips against mine.
I barely even let our lips touch this time before scooting backward as fast as I could. This involved climbing up and over the couch that we were sitting on, and ended with me sitting pressed up against the wall, breathing far too quickly for my own good. After all, I had already had one unexpected kiss from a guy that day, and another one was just a little too much for me to handle.
"The fuck!?" Mark stared at me, his eyes oddly clear considering how drunk he had been just moments before, looking wounded, like I had done something wrong. He didn't say anything, though, and that started to bother me after a few moments. "What in the world do you think you're doing?" I hissed, finally.
He shrugged. "I just felt like kissing you all of a sudden. So I did. What's wrong with that?"
"You're a guy... and I'm a guy! And I'm not gay, dammit!"
"Then why am I the second guy you've kissed tonight?" His voice was oddly distant for a moment, as if he wasn't quite all there. But he didn't sound drunk, just... detached.
I should have acted like I had no clue what he was talking about. That would have been the smart thing to do, especially since he had no reason to think that I had kissed another guy that night, even if it was true. But, despite that, the first thing that came out of my mouth in response to that was, "How do you know about that?"
He shrugged again. "I'm not sure, but it's true, right? And in that case, why are you complaining about me?"
"I didn't want to kiss him either!"
He just laughed at me. Then he started to move forward, the look on his face telling me quite clearly that he intended to do it again. He crawled over the couch with a grace that shouldn't have been possible for a drunk man. But then, he hadn't been acting drunk at all since the moment he kissed me. And, as he came toward me, I realized that there was no way I could possibly make it to the door before he made it to me.
I had to try anyway, though, so I bolted for the door. He went into action at the same time, springing forward to catch me in a flying tackle from behind. Luckily for both of us, the main obstacle between me and the door was the bed, and when he caught me in mid-air we went crashing into the bed, rather than the floor, and the various things laying there that were far from soft.
"Let go of me!" I tried to struggle, but he immediately flipped me over to silence me with another kiss, taking advantage of the fact that my mouth was open when it began in a way that he hadn't been able to before. Before I could even really realize it, he had my wrists pinned to the bed and was proceeding to plunder my mouth with reckless abandon. I tried to pull away, but I really wasn't in the position to do so at that moment.
That kiss...
It lasted far longer than I would have liked it to, really. But, at the same time, I found myself enjoying it. I'm not sure if it was because, as Michal was saying before, I was really just in denial of my actual sexuality, or because it was Mark, who was probably the closest person to me ever, including everyone in my family. I just knew that by the time he finally pulled away, a satisfied look on his face, I was panting heavily as well, and I wasn't quite sure if it was all because of my lack of breath. But the part that I wanted to deny the most was that I was starting to get hard because of it...
"You enjoyed that." His lips twitched into an annoying smirk as he glanced downward, toward the bulge that was starting to form in my pants. As if he thought it would make me feel better, he pressed his own hips downward, to let me feel the proof that I wasn't the only one who had reacted to the kiss. And then he just grinned some more as I tried to squirm out of his grasp.
"This isn't like you, Mark." I hoped that maybe if I got him talking he would stop.
"How would you know? You've been gone, in California, right?"
"What the hell does that matter?" I had apologized for disappearing without any real notice back around Christmas break, and he had told me that it was nothing. But now... now he was acting like I had done something bad when I didn't really have any sort of control over the situation in the first place.
"Maybe I missed you while you were gone," he said softly, almost a whisper. "Maybe I was thinking about you when I should have been thinking about the girls that I tried to go out with. Yeah... maybe it's all your fault that I haven't gotten myself laid since last fall!"
"Since when have I had anything to do with whether you got any or not?"
"Since I got turned down by about seven different girls because they thought I was thinking of you more than I was thinking of them, dammit!"
That in itself was weird. Mark had always been pretty popular with the girls. He didn't usually get very serious (the girlfriend who dumped him because of the kiss incident had been one of three that I knew of who actually made "girlfriend" status), but he never had problems finding girls who were willing to go on a couple of dates or be "friends with benefits." I was very much aware that, unlike me, Mark was not a virgin, not even close. So hearing that he had been dumped multiple times was weird, very weird. But still...
"That sounds like your problem, not mine. It's not like I have any control over what you think about, so I can't really do anything about it."
"Yes you can..." He shifted around a little, so that he was sort of straddling me, only with one of his legs in between mine. He had to force my legs open with his knee to do this, but I wasn't in a very good position to fight back and he still had my arms pinned to the mattress. Then he brought my hands together above my head so he could hold them both down with one hand, freeing the other up so it could snake down to the still-present bulge in my pants and start rubbing at it, sending a jolt of fire through my body.
"Dammit all, stop i...!" I protested, though my words were cut off as he leaned down to kiss me again.
This kiss lasted longer, mostly because I was more than a little distracted from trying to fight him off as he switched tactics from rubbing from the outside to sticking his hand down my pants and working from there. The combination of his mouth on mine and his hand... down there was more than enough to throw me off balance, for a bit.
I managed to drag myself back to reality about when he decided to pull his hand out and start fumbling at my belt. I started fighting back again about when he managed to get the belt loose and tugged at the zipper of my jeans. Moments later I was summoning up as much power as I could possibly muster to yank my arms free and shove Mark off of me. Then I scooted back on the bed (stupid move - I should have run for the door - but I wasn't really thinking clearly at the time) and glared at him as I tried to slow down my breathing and heart rate.
"You are getting way too close to rape here, Mark." I talked not just to convince him not to continue, but to hopefully calm myself down a little.
"Your friend there doesn't seem to think that." He pointed down, at my now almost painfully stiff dick. "He seems to be enjoying it quite a bit."
"Who gives a fuck about that!? I don't want it, and that's all that matters! I didn't come here to have sex with you! I don't know what's gotten into you tonight, but if you don't stop, I'm leaving!"
"Like that?"
"If that's what it takes to get you to stop, yeah."
"But you're the one who wanted to come over in the first place."
He had a point, and as he said that, it all came crashing down on me. I had almost forgotten that I didn't want to go home because I was sure Dad would just try to convince me in a logical way that I needed to go along with what they wanted of me. I had gone to Mark's house because it was either that or agree to sex training from Michal. And now it had turned into either stay there and get fucked by my best friend, or go home and face the fact that they expected me to just accept my future as the play toy of Nelene's son. As much as I like Mark as a friend, neither choice seemed very pleasant.
Or...
"I'm leaving." I made up my mind just after another possibility occurred to me. I pushed Mark away as he tried to move to stop me and got off of the bed stiffly. I somehow managed to get my pants done back up, with difficulty, and then marched up the stairs and right out of the house, though I'm sure anyone watching me would have noticed that I was walking... oddly.
I then got in my car and drove off, heading for a hotel where a different friend of mine worked the desk at night. I had managed to calm myself down, for the most part, by the time I arrived. Technically it was long past the last check in time, but I knew she would let me get a room as long as I had the money. And, sure enough, she did, so I stayed the night at that hotel, turning off my phone completely because I didn't want to talk to any of the people who might be trying to contact me that way.