Just Be friends
Title: Just Be Friends
Main Pairing: Alois/Claude
Other Pairing: Ciel/Claude
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Adult Content, Under-age Erotica, OOC
Genre: AU, Hurt/Comfort, Romance
Chapter: 6
Completed: No
Summary: Things in Alois Trancy's were always changing as he grew up. The only one constant, the very rock of Alois' life, is Claude Faustus.
Alois is fourteen when he chooses not to join in
The sun has always been irritating thing in Alois Trancy’s life. With its harmful rays that would turn Alois’ pristine white skin a splotchy red or how it would become bothersome and hot thus leaving Alois’ hair an unruly mess. Unfortunately Alois is unable to escape the sun in sunny scenic Cape Cod. The Faustus family had felt a proper ‘thank you’ was long overdue as it seemed their only son Claude spent all of his time with the Trancy family. As a result the Mr. and Mrs. Faustus had insisted that Luka and Alois accompany them to their family vacation cottage. It was small establishment but no doubt worth a few million due to its location directly on the beach. However small was not always better as Alois, Claude, and Luka were all forced to share a room.
The fourteen-year-old sulks from his spot under the beach umbrella while a multitude of happy beach goers frolic around in the sand before Alois. The crowd ranges from the elderly in their unsightly bathing suits to the young that waddle up and down the dunes with waterlogged diapers. A group of teenage girls in skimpy bikinis have set up a game of beach volleyball directly next to the group as both Claude and Luka have been roped into joining in on the game. One of the girls had been kind enough to ask Alois if he was interested in joining but Alois had declined immediately.
Alois was weary of the opposite sex, he always had been since an early age. Alois himself wasn’t even quite sure where his aversion stemmed from considering that he loved his mother dearly. However whenever around girls of his own age or older Alois could not help but detest them. He hated how perfect girls always were but how such perfection was simply a clever used of makeup and hair dye. Alois hated the fountain of lies that would always flow their glossed lips when talking to others and even of their own kind. Females were false-faced demons in Alois’ opinion.
The girl that had asked Alois to join them earlier caught the young boy’s eye. She was probably in her last year of high school, definitely older than Luka and Claude, and Alois could not help but pick her apart.
“Hair’s been highlighted by a few shades.” Alois mutters to himself watching as the girl dives for the ball.
The girl manages to save the ball just in time and Luka spikes it back over the net into the sand. The teams aren’t really fair with both Claude and Luka on the same team but the girls don’t seem to mind.
“She’s too tan. She’ll probably wrinkle when she gets older and look like a leather handbag.” Alois lifts his toes from the beach towel to the sand only to discover that it’s cold. Alois buries his toes more and sighs at the cool texture against his skin.
“Her boobs are too small.” Alois says quietly to himself eyeing the small orange triangles that cover the girl’s chest, “She’s a flat as a boy.”
The girl brushes some sand off from her bottom and laughs when her friends make an offhand comment. When the game pauses Luka takes the opportunity to take off his shirt and the girls giggle amongst themselves. Alois’ eyes narrow at his brother’s behavior and how obvious his intentions are.
“So much for staying loyal to Hannah all summer.” Alois mutters as one of the girls makes her way over to Alois’ towel.
“Hey kiddo.” The girl smiles before bending over with her hands resting on her knees. Gravity drags the girl’s cleavage down and together directly in front of Alois’ face but the boy merely blinks before looking up to the girl’s face. She’s blonde just like Alois but Alois can tell that her blonde comes from a bottle.
“I’m a little tired of sun and I was wondering if I could join you?” The girl shifts her weight a bit so that she leaning closer to Alois and the boy frowns. Alois isn’t quite sure what to make of this girl’s body language and he scoots further back on the towel unsure.
“Who are you?” Alois’ blue eyes are cold as ice and the girl’s smile falters from a moment.
“I’m Lizzie.” The girl smiles sweetly.
“Really?” Her answer catches Alois off guard, “There’s a girl in my class named Lizzie.”
“Really now?” Lizzie takes this as an invitation to sit down besides Alois and the boy makes room, “Your brother said that you’re a freshman.”
Alois opens his mouth about to correct her that he’s actually in middle school but stops himself. Lizzie’s eyes hold a mischievous glimmer that she really knows the truth but is willing to overlook that factor. Alois cannot understand what this older high school could possibly want from him. Why would she want Alois with his scrawny pale body when she could have Luka with his tanned skin and muscles?
“But don’t worry, I think you’re pretty cool.” Lizzie says leaning back to rest on her forearms. She stares out at the group still playing volleyball and Alois follows her gaze. He takes in how glamorous their group must look given the multitude of tanned thin girls in bikinis to the shirtless muscled forms of Luka and Claude.
Claude looks like he’s barely even broken a sweat and yet is a menace on the court as strikes the ball back over the net. Neither Luka nor Claude has assigned specific roles such a striker or setter, but they find a rhyme that seems to work.
“We’ve barely spoken for more than five minutes.” Alois frowns turning to look back at Lizzie. The older girl catches his eye and laughs.
“You’ve got spunk. I like that.” Lizzie groans and lies down entirely on the towel besides Alois now. The boy watches her curiously as she absentmindedly strokes her index finger between the hollow of her ribs.
“I remember when I was your age.” Lizzie pokes Alois in the thigh, “I have an older brother too, Alec. And every summer our parents would drag us to this godforsaken beach and Alec would take off and be… well he’d be the typical older brother. He was always meeting new people at the beach and it was like they were drawn to him. Once you met Alec you wanted desperately to become friends with him. He’d always have hoards of people following him around like he owned the place.”
“…” Alois says nothing as he looks out at Luka. He watches Luka enjoy the summer sun and have fun while Alois sits removed on a towel.
“And I,” Lizzie smiles bitterly at Alois, “I would do exactly what you’re doing now. I’d remove myself from being around him and just sit and watch him. I’d lock myself in Alec’s Jeep and watch summer after summer as everyone else seemed to being having fun.”
Alois raises an eyebrow, not sure if this girl is bullshitting him or telling him the truth. Maybe it’s the glare of the sun but for a few seconds Alois can actually see Lizzie sulking in a car as a teen just as Alois is doing now.
“So what happened?”
“Hmm?” Lizzie hums closing her eyes.
“What happened? You seem to enjoy hanging out on the beach now. So what exactly happened for the change in attitude?”
“Well we have to grow up sooner or later.” Lizzie says with a hint of melancholy in her voice. The mood shifts suddenly and Alois can truly hear the sadness in Lizzie’s voice.
“Like all kids eventually do, Alec grew up. He went off to university, stopped coming home for summer break, got an internship with a law firm, and essentially grew up. When university was done, Alec got a job in the real world. He doesn’t have time to be that guy you meet on the beach anymore.” Lizzie’s voice gets quieter towards the end and realization finally hits Alois.
“And now that’s you?” He asks titling his head to the side. Lizzie’s eyes fly open and she sends Alois a shocked expression.
“So once Alec was gone you started enjoying the beach. But now you’ve become that girl you that meet on the beach and the same thing is happening to you. You’re a senior in high school and now you’ll be going off to university soon. Your beach days are over.” There is no bite in Alois’ voice, just simple curiosity mixed with knowing.
“Yeah.” Lizzie says after a few moments. She lies back down again on the towel and smiles a tired smile at Alois.
“I guess you could say that.”
Alois is fourteen years old when he becomes jealous
It is only a few hours after going to the beach that Lizzie and her group of friends invites them back to a party at someone’s house. Luka had been all for it while Claude had simply shrugged why not. Alois, not thinking that a party would be any fun, tried to sneak off but Lizzie had insisted that he come.
She’d told him that it was time Alois started having some fun of his own and Alois had grudgingly agreed. Then that glamorous group of people had all packed their stuff, piled into their matching red Jeeps, and driven to a house only a few miles down from the Faustus’.
The house was slightly bigger than the one Alois was staying in and was already packed with teenagers by the time the Jeeps pulled up. However no one even seemed to bat an eyelash at their party being late as they quickly worked their way inside.
Never in Alois’ life had he seen a party like this. It felt like an entire high school was packed into the house, as bodies pressed up against Alois’ from every angle not matter how much he tried to move out of the way. There were plastic cups tossed carelessly around the yard along with the bodies of those that had already passed out. The house seemed to vibrate with music and Alois had feared that the neighbors would call that cops on them. However every house on the road had its lights out with no sign of life.
There was no doubt alcohol at the party; Alois could smell it on everyone’s breath. Somehow during the grinding bodies that surrounded the poor boy, Alois had become separated from his group. He was the youngest person there but no one even spared a second look at the fourteen-year-old sitting on the stairs. A group of loud boys can be heard shouting ‘Chug!’ from the other room and there’s a couple making out in the corner just to Alois’ left.
“This is stupid.” Alois mutters to himself, as his situation only seems to become more hopeless.
The sounds of the party are blaring in Alois’ ears when he finally decides enough is enough. Alois will look for Luka and ask to go home; and if he can’t find Luka then Alois will walk home. The wiry boy stands up and begins to push his way through the crowd. Various limbs and body parts knock into Alois as his height leaves directly at most of the partygoer’s elbows but Alois doesn’t give up. He shoves an especially rotund high schooler out the way when a hand comes to rest on Alois’ shoulder. The blonde whirls around, about to chew out the person if it’s some drunken guy trying to make a move on him.
“Hey you.” Lizzie shouts to be heard over the music, “Where’d you go? We barely got through the door and you took off.”
“We got separated.” Alois shouts back as the speakers pulse with the music, “I tried to find you.”
“We’re hanging out in one of the rooms upstairs. Come up there it’s quieter than down here.”
“It’s what?” Alois shouts straining to hear. Lizzie leans down to yell directly into Alois’ ear and the boy cringes when she does.
“It’s a lot quieter than down here! Quieter!” She yells grabbing Alois by the arm to pull him along.
The pair makes their way through the crowd until finally they are heading up the stairs. The music and noise of the party is not entirely blocked out but it’s more muffled now and Alois sighs in relief. It feels like his eardrums have burst and he rubs his head a little bit.
“I found him!” Lizzie announces as she kicks open a door and Alois’ eyes widen.
The bedroom is entirely dark save for the few flickers of lighter being passed amongst the group. Everyone is seated on the floor gathered around a strange looking glass contraption and Luka sends Alois a lazy smile. It looks like a deformed version of the genie’s bottle in Aladdin and Alois watches as one girl puts her mouth over the opening at the top.
“What’s up little bro?” Luka raises a hand in welcome. Smoke floats from out the room and Alois coughs as it makes his eyes water.
“What are you guys doing in here?” Alois wheezes as Lizzie pulls him inside and shuts the door.
“What haven’t we done in here?” One girl murmurs from the corner and another laughs.
“Weed.” Lizzie seems to the only one that truly with it but that soon goes to hell once she takes a hit herself. Alois watches her, absolutely fascinated as Lizzie inhales deeply.
“You want to try?” One girl hidden in the darkness asks but before Alois can even so much as process what she’s said, Claude speaks up.
“Absolutely not.” Claude’s voice is firm although the teen’s eyes look sated.
“Aww.” Lizzie socks Claude in the arm, “You’re no fun. Let the kid have some fun.”
“I’m a lot of fun.” Luka mutters lying down on the floor. Claude simply snorts before returning to the fat joint the group is also passing around.
“I know what’s fun.” The tanned girl with the orange bikini from before speaks up, “Let’s play truth or dare.”
“Ohh! I love that game.” Lizzie agrees scooting closer so that group forms a ring around the bong.
“I’ll go first!” Luka speaks up a little too loud and Alois winces at how embarrassing his brother is acting at the moment.
“Okay then,” One girl says, “Truth or dare.”
“Dare.” Luka says without hesitation.
“I dare you to take me in the other room and make out with me.” The girl smiles and the entire group erupts in hollers. Luka quickly gets to his feet and practically rips the girl’s arm out as he drags into another room.
“Gross.” Alois whispers but Lizzie hears it and sends Alois an amused look.
“Okay my turn.” Lizzie says turning to Alois, “Alois, truth or dare?”
“Truth.” Alois says and the group groans in disappointment.
“Alright then, have you ever drunk alcohol?” Lizzie asks, eyes flickering.
“No.” The whole group groans again at Alois’ answer.
“Your turn.”
“Alright.” Alois breathes in smoky air of the room and he coughs. He randomly turns to one girl, “Truth or dare?”
“Dare.” The girl purrs and Alois pauses trying to think of something that won’t totally make him seem immature.
“I dare you to do the craziest thing you can think of right now.” Alois says feeling quite proud of himself for coming up with that.
“Craziest thing I can think of?” The girl repeats looking around at the group. Her gaze stops on Claude as her smile widens, “Oh I know what I’m going to do.”
Alois’ stomach does an uncomfortable lurch when the girl crawls across the floor towards Claude. Claude simply smirks in amusement as she wiggles her way into his lap and wraps her arms around his neck. She then cups Claude’s face and tilts her head to the side as she leans forward. Alois can only watch in a shocked numbness as the girl then proceeds to start to make out with Claude. This continues on for a few seconds before Claude finally pulls away and the girl gets out of his lap with a pout on her face. Alois frowns and clenches his hands behind his back.
“My turn.” Claude says, eyes boring directly into Alois’ soul and the boy trembles, “Alois, truth or dare?”
“Tru-” Alois begins when Lizzie cuts him off.
“Oh come on kid! Have some fun! Choose dare! Dare!” Lizzie encourages Alois patting him roughly on the back as the rest of the girls nod in agreement.
“Okay fine.” Alois’ cheek flush bright red, “Dare then I guess.”
“I dare you to drink two bottle of beer right now.” Claude ‘s expression is serious and Alois whines in the back of his throat.
“Right now?” Alois looks to the assort of drinks that litter the floor, “but I’ve never-”
“A dare is a dare.” Claude interrupts and Lizzie snatches two unopened cans off the bed.
“Those were mine.” One girl says sounding as if she’d fall asleep at any moment.
“Oh shut up.” Lizzie rolls her eyes before handing Alois the cans, “Kid it’s about time you have fun.”
“I don’t know about this.” Alois swallows at how dark Claude’s eyes are, “What if something bad happens?”
“What’s the worst that could happen?” Another girl says throwing an empty can at Alois in mockery, “I’ve smoked more shit that I can count and I’m fine.”
“Come on Alois you’re slowing the game down.” Lizzie says taking a hit off the joint that’s been passed to her.
“It’s just… I don’t…” Alois stutters as his cheeks flush with color.
“Alois do it.” Claude’s voice breaks the boy of his fear with its authoritative tone and Alois pops the first can open. Alois wants to prove that he’s not the child that Claude thinks him to be. He wants to show up that girl that had the nerve to kiss Claude. But most of all, Alois wants all of Claude’s attention to be on him.
The beer fizzes a little bit before Alois takes his first sip of alcohol ever. It tastes bitter and odd against Alois’ tongue and he pulls a disgusted face. The group laughs a little before Alois takes another sip, and another one, and then another one. When Alois is halfway through the first can his stomach starts to hurt but the taste no longer bothers him as much. In fact Alois starts to really like the aftertaste the beer has and he takes another sip.
“Almost done with the first can.” One girl says patting Alois on the back and the boy smiles in pride.
“What is this?” Alois asks although it takes him a minute to formulate the words in his head.
“Otter Creek got it when we were in Vermont.” One girl supplies and Alois finishes off the first can.
“Ugh!” Alois throws the can on the ground and everyone around him is laughing. Alois’ head feels a little heavy but the boy’s not entirely drunk yet, his system has yet to catch up with him.
“One more Alois.” Lizzie says handing Alois the second can, “Come on you can do it. Let’s see how fast you drink this one, huh?”
“Chug!” One girl giggles.
“Chug!” Another one joins in as Alois pops the top on the second can. Again the beer fizzes and Alois wrinkles his nose when the smell makes him nauseous.
“I…” Alois’ tongue feels like a limp fish in his mouth, “I don’t feel too hot.”
“Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!” The voice are shouting around Alois now and the poor boy can barely make out their faces in the darkly lighted room. He spots Claude’s figure sitting directly across from him and Alois’ stomach turns unpleasantly.
“Come on!” A voice cheers as a hand slaps Alois on the shoulder.
Within an instant the boy has thrown his head back in attempt to down the can. Beer slips out from the sides of Alois’ mouth and drips down his neck but the boy does not stop. He drinks desperately the way one would drink water although the liquid doesn’t seem to be going down as easily as it did the first time. The voices cheering Alois on seem blend together in one big blur and now the room seems to be spinning around Alois as well.
The voices, they’re chanting, they’re mocking, and they’re laughing as Alois struggles to finish off the can. Alois stops before he can finish the can off and falls forward on the ground. His legs feel weak and his back is tired from sitting crossed legged for so long. Then a girl’s voice is asking if Alois is okay as a hand rubs his back.
“I-I don’t…” Alois mumbles turning his face towards the rug. His stomach is churning and churning no matter how much Alois wills it stop.
“Alois?” A voice asks as stronger hands now are grasping Alois’ shoulder. The hands turn Alois over so that he on his back with his head cradled.
“Alois can you hear me?” The voice asks again and Alois has a momentary flash of clearness as he identifies the voice as Claude’s.
“I want to go… go home.” Alois manages to get out as his head whirls.
Then everything is in a blur as Alois has flashes of what happens next. Alois sees the concerned face of Lizzie leaning over him before she’s pressing a soft kiss to Alois’ unresponsive lips. Then Alois can hear Luka’s voice telling them that he’s staying over at that girl from the dare’s house. Alois has flashes of the people dancing down stairs and then the garden outside of the Faustus’ house.
Alois isn’t quite sure what’s happening but then Claude is kissing him. Claude is kissing and telling Alois how foolish he is. Alois wants to tell Claude that it was he who told Alois to drink the beer but Alois can’t seem to get his tongue working. But Alois doesn’t even need to move his tongue as Claude’s invades his mouth and brushes against his. Claude’s hands are grabbing at Alois all over and the boy groans.
“No.” Alois murmurs turning his head to the side as Claude lands a kiss to his neck. Claude’s hands are tugging off Alois’ clothes now and Alois wonders where Mr. and Mrs. Faustus have gotten off to.
“Mmm.” Claude groans and Alois’ hands touch bare skin.
“S-stop.” Alois slurs but Claude is already tipping him back on the bed. Claude’s mouth is like fire against his skin as he kisses a trail from Alois’ neck down to Alois’ stomach.
“Guh.” Alois whimpers when he finds that his pants are being removes as well as his underwear.
“Claude.” Alois reaches out blinding for the older boy. Claude catches Alois’ hand and presses a kiss to it as the sound of a belt buckle is heard.
“Alois.” Claude returns as he runs his hands up and down Alois’ slender legs.
“No.” Alois tries again. Alois struggles to sit up but his stomach muscles are so weak that he just falls back on the bed again. Alois’ stomach has not stopped churning since the party and the boy whimpers in pain.
“Yes.” Claude returns lying his weight down on Alois’ and the boy has never felt so dominated.
“N-no… Claude.” Alois cannot even see straight and he waves his arm in the air searching for the older boy.
“Mmm.” Claude’s hands are now circling around Alois’ groin area and the boy’s stomach flips once more.
“I don’t feel…” Alois tries as his stomach flips again. Alois can feel Claude’s length pressing against his leg and the boy shivers.
“I don’t feel…” Alois’ throat closes as his stomach lurches. The room is spinning violently now and Alois turns a little green in the face.
“I don’t feel so good.” Alois gasps before he shoves Claude off of him and hurls. Everything Alois’ stomach works its way up and out. Vomit lands on Alois’ shaking legs and onto the bed in which they sit. The action burns Alois’ throat but at the same time seems to alleviate the pounding in Alois’ head. Then the boy is flopping backwards onto the bed as he passes out.
The last thing Alois can hear is Claude’s angry voice shouting out, “Fuck!”
Main Pairing: Alois/Claude
Other Pairing: Ciel/Claude
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Adult Content, Under-age Erotica, OOC
Genre: AU, Hurt/Comfort, Romance
Chapter: 6
Completed: No
Summary: Things in Alois Trancy's were always changing as he grew up. The only one constant, the very rock of Alois' life, is Claude Faustus.
Alois is fourteen when he chooses not to join in
The sun has always been irritating thing in Alois Trancy’s life. With its harmful rays that would turn Alois’ pristine white skin a splotchy red or how it would become bothersome and hot thus leaving Alois’ hair an unruly mess. Unfortunately Alois is unable to escape the sun in sunny scenic Cape Cod. The Faustus family had felt a proper ‘thank you’ was long overdue as it seemed their only son Claude spent all of his time with the Trancy family. As a result the Mr. and Mrs. Faustus had insisted that Luka and Alois accompany them to their family vacation cottage. It was small establishment but no doubt worth a few million due to its location directly on the beach. However small was not always better as Alois, Claude, and Luka were all forced to share a room.
The fourteen-year-old sulks from his spot under the beach umbrella while a multitude of happy beach goers frolic around in the sand before Alois. The crowd ranges from the elderly in their unsightly bathing suits to the young that waddle up and down the dunes with waterlogged diapers. A group of teenage girls in skimpy bikinis have set up a game of beach volleyball directly next to the group as both Claude and Luka have been roped into joining in on the game. One of the girls had been kind enough to ask Alois if he was interested in joining but Alois had declined immediately.
Alois was weary of the opposite sex, he always had been since an early age. Alois himself wasn’t even quite sure where his aversion stemmed from considering that he loved his mother dearly. However whenever around girls of his own age or older Alois could not help but detest them. He hated how perfect girls always were but how such perfection was simply a clever used of makeup and hair dye. Alois hated the fountain of lies that would always flow their glossed lips when talking to others and even of their own kind. Females were false-faced demons in Alois’ opinion.
The girl that had asked Alois to join them earlier caught the young boy’s eye. She was probably in her last year of high school, definitely older than Luka and Claude, and Alois could not help but pick her apart.
“Hair’s been highlighted by a few shades.” Alois mutters to himself watching as the girl dives for the ball.
The girl manages to save the ball just in time and Luka spikes it back over the net into the sand. The teams aren’t really fair with both Claude and Luka on the same team but the girls don’t seem to mind.
“She’s too tan. She’ll probably wrinkle when she gets older and look like a leather handbag.” Alois lifts his toes from the beach towel to the sand only to discover that it’s cold. Alois buries his toes more and sighs at the cool texture against his skin.
“Her boobs are too small.” Alois says quietly to himself eyeing the small orange triangles that cover the girl’s chest, “She’s a flat as a boy.”
The girl brushes some sand off from her bottom and laughs when her friends make an offhand comment. When the game pauses Luka takes the opportunity to take off his shirt and the girls giggle amongst themselves. Alois’ eyes narrow at his brother’s behavior and how obvious his intentions are.
“So much for staying loyal to Hannah all summer.” Alois mutters as one of the girls makes her way over to Alois’ towel.
“Hey kiddo.” The girl smiles before bending over with her hands resting on her knees. Gravity drags the girl’s cleavage down and together directly in front of Alois’ face but the boy merely blinks before looking up to the girl’s face. She’s blonde just like Alois but Alois can tell that her blonde comes from a bottle.
“I’m a little tired of sun and I was wondering if I could join you?” The girl shifts her weight a bit so that she leaning closer to Alois and the boy frowns. Alois isn’t quite sure what to make of this girl’s body language and he scoots further back on the towel unsure.
“Who are you?” Alois’ blue eyes are cold as ice and the girl’s smile falters from a moment.
“I’m Lizzie.” The girl smiles sweetly.
“Really?” Her answer catches Alois off guard, “There’s a girl in my class named Lizzie.”
“Really now?” Lizzie takes this as an invitation to sit down besides Alois and the boy makes room, “Your brother said that you’re a freshman.”
Alois opens his mouth about to correct her that he’s actually in middle school but stops himself. Lizzie’s eyes hold a mischievous glimmer that she really knows the truth but is willing to overlook that factor. Alois cannot understand what this older high school could possibly want from him. Why would she want Alois with his scrawny pale body when she could have Luka with his tanned skin and muscles?
“But don’t worry, I think you’re pretty cool.” Lizzie says leaning back to rest on her forearms. She stares out at the group still playing volleyball and Alois follows her gaze. He takes in how glamorous their group must look given the multitude of tanned thin girls in bikinis to the shirtless muscled forms of Luka and Claude.
Claude looks like he’s barely even broken a sweat and yet is a menace on the court as strikes the ball back over the net. Neither Luka nor Claude has assigned specific roles such a striker or setter, but they find a rhyme that seems to work.
“We’ve barely spoken for more than five minutes.” Alois frowns turning to look back at Lizzie. The older girl catches his eye and laughs.
“You’ve got spunk. I like that.” Lizzie groans and lies down entirely on the towel besides Alois now. The boy watches her curiously as she absentmindedly strokes her index finger between the hollow of her ribs.
“I remember when I was your age.” Lizzie pokes Alois in the thigh, “I have an older brother too, Alec. And every summer our parents would drag us to this godforsaken beach and Alec would take off and be… well he’d be the typical older brother. He was always meeting new people at the beach and it was like they were drawn to him. Once you met Alec you wanted desperately to become friends with him. He’d always have hoards of people following him around like he owned the place.”
“…” Alois says nothing as he looks out at Luka. He watches Luka enjoy the summer sun and have fun while Alois sits removed on a towel.
“And I,” Lizzie smiles bitterly at Alois, “I would do exactly what you’re doing now. I’d remove myself from being around him and just sit and watch him. I’d lock myself in Alec’s Jeep and watch summer after summer as everyone else seemed to being having fun.”
Alois raises an eyebrow, not sure if this girl is bullshitting him or telling him the truth. Maybe it’s the glare of the sun but for a few seconds Alois can actually see Lizzie sulking in a car as a teen just as Alois is doing now.
“So what happened?”
“Hmm?” Lizzie hums closing her eyes.
“What happened? You seem to enjoy hanging out on the beach now. So what exactly happened for the change in attitude?”
“Well we have to grow up sooner or later.” Lizzie says with a hint of melancholy in her voice. The mood shifts suddenly and Alois can truly hear the sadness in Lizzie’s voice.
“Like all kids eventually do, Alec grew up. He went off to university, stopped coming home for summer break, got an internship with a law firm, and essentially grew up. When university was done, Alec got a job in the real world. He doesn’t have time to be that guy you meet on the beach anymore.” Lizzie’s voice gets quieter towards the end and realization finally hits Alois.
“And now that’s you?” He asks titling his head to the side. Lizzie’s eyes fly open and she sends Alois a shocked expression.
“So once Alec was gone you started enjoying the beach. But now you’ve become that girl you that meet on the beach and the same thing is happening to you. You’re a senior in high school and now you’ll be going off to university soon. Your beach days are over.” There is no bite in Alois’ voice, just simple curiosity mixed with knowing.
“Yeah.” Lizzie says after a few moments. She lies back down again on the towel and smiles a tired smile at Alois.
“I guess you could say that.”
Alois is fourteen years old when he becomes jealous
It is only a few hours after going to the beach that Lizzie and her group of friends invites them back to a party at someone’s house. Luka had been all for it while Claude had simply shrugged why not. Alois, not thinking that a party would be any fun, tried to sneak off but Lizzie had insisted that he come.
She’d told him that it was time Alois started having some fun of his own and Alois had grudgingly agreed. Then that glamorous group of people had all packed their stuff, piled into their matching red Jeeps, and driven to a house only a few miles down from the Faustus’.
The house was slightly bigger than the one Alois was staying in and was already packed with teenagers by the time the Jeeps pulled up. However no one even seemed to bat an eyelash at their party being late as they quickly worked their way inside.
Never in Alois’ life had he seen a party like this. It felt like an entire high school was packed into the house, as bodies pressed up against Alois’ from every angle not matter how much he tried to move out of the way. There were plastic cups tossed carelessly around the yard along with the bodies of those that had already passed out. The house seemed to vibrate with music and Alois had feared that the neighbors would call that cops on them. However every house on the road had its lights out with no sign of life.
There was no doubt alcohol at the party; Alois could smell it on everyone’s breath. Somehow during the grinding bodies that surrounded the poor boy, Alois had become separated from his group. He was the youngest person there but no one even spared a second look at the fourteen-year-old sitting on the stairs. A group of loud boys can be heard shouting ‘Chug!’ from the other room and there’s a couple making out in the corner just to Alois’ left.
“This is stupid.” Alois mutters to himself, as his situation only seems to become more hopeless.
The sounds of the party are blaring in Alois’ ears when he finally decides enough is enough. Alois will look for Luka and ask to go home; and if he can’t find Luka then Alois will walk home. The wiry boy stands up and begins to push his way through the crowd. Various limbs and body parts knock into Alois as his height leaves directly at most of the partygoer’s elbows but Alois doesn’t give up. He shoves an especially rotund high schooler out the way when a hand comes to rest on Alois’ shoulder. The blonde whirls around, about to chew out the person if it’s some drunken guy trying to make a move on him.
“Hey you.” Lizzie shouts to be heard over the music, “Where’d you go? We barely got through the door and you took off.”
“We got separated.” Alois shouts back as the speakers pulse with the music, “I tried to find you.”
“We’re hanging out in one of the rooms upstairs. Come up there it’s quieter than down here.”
“It’s what?” Alois shouts straining to hear. Lizzie leans down to yell directly into Alois’ ear and the boy cringes when she does.
“It’s a lot quieter than down here! Quieter!” She yells grabbing Alois by the arm to pull him along.
The pair makes their way through the crowd until finally they are heading up the stairs. The music and noise of the party is not entirely blocked out but it’s more muffled now and Alois sighs in relief. It feels like his eardrums have burst and he rubs his head a little bit.
“I found him!” Lizzie announces as she kicks open a door and Alois’ eyes widen.
The bedroom is entirely dark save for the few flickers of lighter being passed amongst the group. Everyone is seated on the floor gathered around a strange looking glass contraption and Luka sends Alois a lazy smile. It looks like a deformed version of the genie’s bottle in Aladdin and Alois watches as one girl puts her mouth over the opening at the top.
“What’s up little bro?” Luka raises a hand in welcome. Smoke floats from out the room and Alois coughs as it makes his eyes water.
“What are you guys doing in here?” Alois wheezes as Lizzie pulls him inside and shuts the door.
“What haven’t we done in here?” One girl murmurs from the corner and another laughs.
“Weed.” Lizzie seems to the only one that truly with it but that soon goes to hell once she takes a hit herself. Alois watches her, absolutely fascinated as Lizzie inhales deeply.
“You want to try?” One girl hidden in the darkness asks but before Alois can even so much as process what she’s said, Claude speaks up.
“Absolutely not.” Claude’s voice is firm although the teen’s eyes look sated.
“Aww.” Lizzie socks Claude in the arm, “You’re no fun. Let the kid have some fun.”
“I’m a lot of fun.” Luka mutters lying down on the floor. Claude simply snorts before returning to the fat joint the group is also passing around.
“I know what’s fun.” The tanned girl with the orange bikini from before speaks up, “Let’s play truth or dare.”
“Ohh! I love that game.” Lizzie agrees scooting closer so that group forms a ring around the bong.
“I’ll go first!” Luka speaks up a little too loud and Alois winces at how embarrassing his brother is acting at the moment.
“Okay then,” One girl says, “Truth or dare.”
“Dare.” Luka says without hesitation.
“I dare you to take me in the other room and make out with me.” The girl smiles and the entire group erupts in hollers. Luka quickly gets to his feet and practically rips the girl’s arm out as he drags into another room.
“Gross.” Alois whispers but Lizzie hears it and sends Alois an amused look.
“Okay my turn.” Lizzie says turning to Alois, “Alois, truth or dare?”
“Truth.” Alois says and the group groans in disappointment.
“Alright then, have you ever drunk alcohol?” Lizzie asks, eyes flickering.
“No.” The whole group groans again at Alois’ answer.
“Your turn.”
“Alright.” Alois breathes in smoky air of the room and he coughs. He randomly turns to one girl, “Truth or dare?”
“Dare.” The girl purrs and Alois pauses trying to think of something that won’t totally make him seem immature.
“I dare you to do the craziest thing you can think of right now.” Alois says feeling quite proud of himself for coming up with that.
“Craziest thing I can think of?” The girl repeats looking around at the group. Her gaze stops on Claude as her smile widens, “Oh I know what I’m going to do.”
Alois’ stomach does an uncomfortable lurch when the girl crawls across the floor towards Claude. Claude simply smirks in amusement as she wiggles her way into his lap and wraps her arms around his neck. She then cups Claude’s face and tilts her head to the side as she leans forward. Alois can only watch in a shocked numbness as the girl then proceeds to start to make out with Claude. This continues on for a few seconds before Claude finally pulls away and the girl gets out of his lap with a pout on her face. Alois frowns and clenches his hands behind his back.
“My turn.” Claude says, eyes boring directly into Alois’ soul and the boy trembles, “Alois, truth or dare?”
“Tru-” Alois begins when Lizzie cuts him off.
“Oh come on kid! Have some fun! Choose dare! Dare!” Lizzie encourages Alois patting him roughly on the back as the rest of the girls nod in agreement.
“Okay fine.” Alois’ cheek flush bright red, “Dare then I guess.”
“I dare you to drink two bottle of beer right now.” Claude ‘s expression is serious and Alois whines in the back of his throat.
“Right now?” Alois looks to the assort of drinks that litter the floor, “but I’ve never-”
“A dare is a dare.” Claude interrupts and Lizzie snatches two unopened cans off the bed.
“Those were mine.” One girl says sounding as if she’d fall asleep at any moment.
“Oh shut up.” Lizzie rolls her eyes before handing Alois the cans, “Kid it’s about time you have fun.”
“I don’t know about this.” Alois swallows at how dark Claude’s eyes are, “What if something bad happens?”
“What’s the worst that could happen?” Another girl says throwing an empty can at Alois in mockery, “I’ve smoked more shit that I can count and I’m fine.”
“Come on Alois you’re slowing the game down.” Lizzie says taking a hit off the joint that’s been passed to her.
“It’s just… I don’t…” Alois stutters as his cheeks flush with color.
“Alois do it.” Claude’s voice breaks the boy of his fear with its authoritative tone and Alois pops the first can open. Alois wants to prove that he’s not the child that Claude thinks him to be. He wants to show up that girl that had the nerve to kiss Claude. But most of all, Alois wants all of Claude’s attention to be on him.
The beer fizzes a little bit before Alois takes his first sip of alcohol ever. It tastes bitter and odd against Alois’ tongue and he pulls a disgusted face. The group laughs a little before Alois takes another sip, and another one, and then another one. When Alois is halfway through the first can his stomach starts to hurt but the taste no longer bothers him as much. In fact Alois starts to really like the aftertaste the beer has and he takes another sip.
“Almost done with the first can.” One girl says patting Alois on the back and the boy smiles in pride.
“What is this?” Alois asks although it takes him a minute to formulate the words in his head.
“Otter Creek got it when we were in Vermont.” One girl supplies and Alois finishes off the first can.
“Ugh!” Alois throws the can on the ground and everyone around him is laughing. Alois’ head feels a little heavy but the boy’s not entirely drunk yet, his system has yet to catch up with him.
“One more Alois.” Lizzie says handing Alois the second can, “Come on you can do it. Let’s see how fast you drink this one, huh?”
“Chug!” One girl giggles.
“Chug!” Another one joins in as Alois pops the top on the second can. Again the beer fizzes and Alois wrinkles his nose when the smell makes him nauseous.
“I…” Alois’ tongue feels like a limp fish in his mouth, “I don’t feel too hot.”
“Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!” The voice are shouting around Alois now and the poor boy can barely make out their faces in the darkly lighted room. He spots Claude’s figure sitting directly across from him and Alois’ stomach turns unpleasantly.
“Come on!” A voice cheers as a hand slaps Alois on the shoulder.
Within an instant the boy has thrown his head back in attempt to down the can. Beer slips out from the sides of Alois’ mouth and drips down his neck but the boy does not stop. He drinks desperately the way one would drink water although the liquid doesn’t seem to be going down as easily as it did the first time. The voices cheering Alois on seem blend together in one big blur and now the room seems to be spinning around Alois as well.
The voices, they’re chanting, they’re mocking, and they’re laughing as Alois struggles to finish off the can. Alois stops before he can finish the can off and falls forward on the ground. His legs feel weak and his back is tired from sitting crossed legged for so long. Then a girl’s voice is asking if Alois is okay as a hand rubs his back.
“I-I don’t…” Alois mumbles turning his face towards the rug. His stomach is churning and churning no matter how much Alois wills it stop.
“Alois?” A voice asks as stronger hands now are grasping Alois’ shoulder. The hands turn Alois over so that he on his back with his head cradled.
“Alois can you hear me?” The voice asks again and Alois has a momentary flash of clearness as he identifies the voice as Claude’s.
“I want to go… go home.” Alois manages to get out as his head whirls.
Then everything is in a blur as Alois has flashes of what happens next. Alois sees the concerned face of Lizzie leaning over him before she’s pressing a soft kiss to Alois’ unresponsive lips. Then Alois can hear Luka’s voice telling them that he’s staying over at that girl from the dare’s house. Alois has flashes of the people dancing down stairs and then the garden outside of the Faustus’ house.
Alois isn’t quite sure what’s happening but then Claude is kissing him. Claude is kissing and telling Alois how foolish he is. Alois wants to tell Claude that it was he who told Alois to drink the beer but Alois can’t seem to get his tongue working. But Alois doesn’t even need to move his tongue as Claude’s invades his mouth and brushes against his. Claude’s hands are grabbing at Alois all over and the boy groans.
“No.” Alois murmurs turning his head to the side as Claude lands a kiss to his neck. Claude’s hands are tugging off Alois’ clothes now and Alois wonders where Mr. and Mrs. Faustus have gotten off to.
“Mmm.” Claude groans and Alois’ hands touch bare skin.
“S-stop.” Alois slurs but Claude is already tipping him back on the bed. Claude’s mouth is like fire against his skin as he kisses a trail from Alois’ neck down to Alois’ stomach.
“Guh.” Alois whimpers when he finds that his pants are being removes as well as his underwear.
“Claude.” Alois reaches out blinding for the older boy. Claude catches Alois’ hand and presses a kiss to it as the sound of a belt buckle is heard.
“Alois.” Claude returns as he runs his hands up and down Alois’ slender legs.
“No.” Alois tries again. Alois struggles to sit up but his stomach muscles are so weak that he just falls back on the bed again. Alois’ stomach has not stopped churning since the party and the boy whimpers in pain.
“Yes.” Claude returns lying his weight down on Alois’ and the boy has never felt so dominated.
“N-no… Claude.” Alois cannot even see straight and he waves his arm in the air searching for the older boy.
“Mmm.” Claude’s hands are now circling around Alois’ groin area and the boy’s stomach flips once more.
“I don’t feel…” Alois tries as his stomach flips again. Alois can feel Claude’s length pressing against his leg and the boy shivers.
“I don’t feel…” Alois’ throat closes as his stomach lurches. The room is spinning violently now and Alois turns a little green in the face.
“I don’t feel so good.” Alois gasps before he shoves Claude off of him and hurls. Everything Alois’ stomach works its way up and out. Vomit lands on Alois’ shaking legs and onto the bed in which they sit. The action burns Alois’ throat but at the same time seems to alleviate the pounding in Alois’ head. Then the boy is flopping backwards onto the bed as he passes out.
The last thing Alois can hear is Claude’s angry voice shouting out, “Fuck!”