Living in Hope AU series Part 7/10
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urugwaj thank you SO much!!Author:
guavejuicePairing:Brian/Justin
Gus' POV
Beta:Kim
predec2 Can't thank you enough!!!This is NOT a WIP.
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Part 7
-A day after the fundraiser, in school-
"So how was it?" I ask my friend Alison while we walk to our first class the next morning. “Spill! I'm waiting to hear more about the GSA meeting last night."
"It was okay, no big drama, things went quite well," she informs me, "but enough about that; how did your night go?"
"It was okay," I answer her cryptically.
“Just okay?” she presses quietly, sensing my hesitation.
"In fact, it was better than okay," I assure her, taking my time to get my textbooks and other stuff out of my locker.
_ _ _ _ _
-The night before-
It started out on the wrong foot with all the weirdness in the car with my dad driving over there, but once we got there the mood changed again. We were all thrilled to see Ben doing so well. There were a few tears during the more formal parts of the evening, but once the music started playing it was as if the air had lightened up again.
Michael approached my dad who stood by the bar area, mentioning to him that it reminded him of the night my father had reopened Babylon, and how it had been a statement of triumph and perseverance in the face of hatred and ignorance.
Justin had mentioned that it was too bad he hadn’t been there, and that he was still regretting that, but then Dad looked at him, pulled him close and told him that sorry was bullshit.
At that point I decided to get a closer look at the evening’s main entertainment, which as promised was a group of Ben's students who had a small rock band. Growing up listening to my dad's old music from the 80's, I'm quite a fan of that kind of indie rock and rugged sound, so I was actually intrigued to see what those guys would come up with. I stood nearby as a small crowd gathered by the small stage as the guys were getting ready to perform.
"Good evening," a slender but rather toned guy dressed in a grey t-shirt and jeans greeted the crowd from the stage; a lead guitar was slung across his body. "I'm Matt Oliver, and we are…the Paw Patrol. It's great to be here tonight. Here's to living in hope," he ended his introduction with a smile as he looked straight at me. I couldn't help but notice he had dimples, which I'm totally a sucker for.
Then, when they left the stage afterward, the guy walked up to me and introduced himself again.
"I saw you staring at me the whole time,” he said right away with no reservations, which I found really attractive.
"I guess I could say the same thing about you," I answered, a move that for me can be considered as quite bold, since I never react that way when there's an interesting boy around.
"I'm Gus, by the way," I told him, gazing into his eyes.
"Matt," he introduced himself again, his tone of voice sultry and velvety as he smiled at me. His eyes briefly swept up and down me, making my body go on instant alert, including my cock. I liked that sensation.
"Why are you laughing?" He said after a slight pause as I giggled over a sudden thought that came to mind. I was actually surprised he was still standing there beside me.
"I like the name of your band, but..." I paused.
"It's the title of a cartoon series, I know," he finished my sentence. Did he really just do that?
"We wanted to go for Snow Patrol or something like that, but it was already taken..." He continued and I could see the spark in his amazingly deep, clear blue eyes.
"You picked a great name, and your music is awesome; I like it. It has a cool vibe..." I chattered away. I always do that whenever I’m nervous.
"Listen… can I get you something from the bar? We can go outside to talk some more before our next set," Matt offered.
Fuck!! As much as I had hoped this would happen, I couldn't possibly let him bring me anything from the bar other than a soda or some shit, which would be totally anti-climactic now. I have taken more than a few sips from my dad's beer bottle in the past, but I can't do it here under their watchful eyes, much less drink anything stronger.
I looked over at Justin, who seemed to be hiding a smirk, before I turned back towards Matt.
"I'll have to pass on that drink, I guess," I told him. “But it would be cool if we could talk some more," I quickly add.
To my relief, he nodded with a smile as he gripped my arm and steered me toward the back exit, my heart pounding with anticipation.
"Ben is such a cool guy," I said a few minutes later as we stepped outside and stood off to a more secluded side of the covered porch.
"He is. We were so freaked out when he got shot. How do you know him, anyway?" Matt asked.
"He's an old friend of my dad and his partner, and he's the husband of my kid sister's biological dad," I explained.
"Oh, wow! Sounds like one big, happy family,” he observed. "Plus, it looks like you didn't have to deal with too many coming out issues, and all that shit growing up, like I did,” he continued before taking a deep breath.
I looked right at him. The party lights strung along the railing reflected in his eyes as I slowly reached my hand toward him and grabbed his wrist.
"I'm sorry you had to deal with that," I whispered softly. “It sucks.”
Before I knew it, I felt him pulling me closer. My head was almost buried in the crook of his neck, but then he put his hands on each side of my face and pressed our lips together for a sloppy kiss. My knees shook at first, but then I raised my arms to snake them around his neck. When we eventually broke the kiss off, he was still holding me close, his breathing shallow and rapid, much like mine.
"I have to go,” he told me regretfully. “I promised Ben we'd do another set…But can I see you later tonight?" He asked.
Fuck! His voice was so ragged and sexy. Shit, what was I to do next? As open and as understanding all my parents and my extended family are, I'm sure they wouldn’t like that idea... Not to mention that I arrived here with Justin and Dad, so I couldn’t possibly explain to them why I wouldn’t be returning home with them. Plus, as much as I craved to see Matt again, I knew it was rather risky...I mean, he's a college student and apparently quite an experienced one, and he probably thought I'm much older, but what he doesn’t know is that I have zero experience. Fuck, I wish these things were not so complicated…
I obviously didn't feel like ruining the sweetness of that moment, but since he had to go on stage soon, anyway, I decided to tell him that I’d see him after his next set.
As we went back inside, he headed towards the stage, and I turned back on my heels to where my dad and Justin were standing. Justin took one quick glance at me and smirked quietly.
"So... Is he a good kisser?" He asked me rather knowingly.
"How did you know?" I stammered.
"You have to ask?” Justin replied with a smile as he placed his hand on my shoulder, his tone of voice parental. But I wasn't intimidated at all.
"I know all too well what you must be going through at the moment, Gus. I know how you feel, and believe it or not I'm just as excited for you as you are, but you need to be careful. So…Take these, just in case," he instructed, pulling his lips inward as he slipped two small packets into my hand.
"A condom?" I almost choked.
"I said just in case…" he reiterated. “This is my favorite brand, by the way…And there's lube in the other packet. Trust me, you'll thank me later." He smiled at me. "But remember- you still have your curfew, so home by midnight!" He warned.
"Thanks, Justin," I told him, my face a little red with embarrassment. But I was thankful that he cared about me so much, and treated me as an adult, instead of some child.
"I guess it was bound to happen sooner or later, so we might as well support you. I know what it's like when you have no one to turn to..." Justin stopped in mid-sentence, locking eyes with my father, who smiled at him and waved. "But I also know what it's like to...” He smiled at me sheepishly. “Oh, well. You probably don't want to hear my rambling now. Go ahead, I'll let your dad know you're okay," he continued, his voice turning more somber.
"No, wait! What were you about to say?" I asked, hoping to find out more.
"You're a smart kid, Gus, you'll find out soon enough,” he answered quite enigmatically. "I only wish that Brian and I would have..." His voice suddenly trailed off.
"Would have what, Justin? Please tell me,” I begged him. I didn’t want to intrude, but I know there’s a part of my dad’s life with Justin that I’m yet to uncover, and I sense that it’s something big, so I’m dying to know what it is. But to my disappointment, Justin smiled at me wistfully before shaking his head.
"Never mind; besides, I don't remember much about it anyway. So go on, have fun. Someone is waiting for you," Justin said with a wink as he tapped me on my shoulder. Matt stood off stage, looking at me, while at the other end of the room I noticed my dad towering over the crowd looking at Justin and me.
"Does my dad know?" I asked.
"Oh, trust me, he knows." Justin's gloomy expression changed as his face lit up with a slight smirk.
"I don’t mean about Matt. I can tell him about it myself later. I meant about the other thing, the thing that you don't remember," I pressed on.
I noticed Justin’s face dissolving into something almost painful, his voice becoming hard as he quietly replied, “Don't go there, Gus, not tonight. I mean, you said it yourself, right? Thanks for your concern, but I really don't think I can answer that right now. So stop worrying and go have some fun, and remember – home by midnight or else your mom, Mel and your dad might turn my balls into pumpkins," Justin added. He laughed at my look of confusion. “Never mind – inside joke,” he told me.
Nodding, I clutched the two, small packages tighter in my hand, rushing over toward Matt as I slid them into my jeans pocket.
-A day after the fundraiser, in school-
"So… did you two… you know, did IT happen?" Allison can’t keep her curiosity at bay, questioning me as soon as we sit outside during our lunch break at one of the picnic tables.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" I tease her, biting into my sandwich. But really… what can I possibly tell her?
She's one of my best friends and we share everything, but this time I feel as if I might want to keep this experience to myself. I mean, how could I put into words what it felt like when he pressed his lips to mine again just as I approached the stage? How can I describe the anticipation and buzz that ran through my body when I entered his car, and he asked me if I wanted to have coffee at this little place he knows in his neighborhood? How can I express the joy and fear and delight I felt when we climbed the rather steep flight of stairs to his apartment, barely able to contain ourselves when he started to undress me in the dark? How could I even begin to explain how I felt when he grabbed my hand and pulled me toward his bedroom while his other hand gently wrapped itself around my waist to pull me closer? How could I explain the sheer amazement in his eyes when I pulled the lube and condom out of my jeans pocket that Justin had given me earlier that night? How can I adequately capture the way he so gently slid the palm of his hand across my naked shoulders, torso and abdomen, all the way down to my inner thighs when I shivered and asked him to go slow?
How can I even begin to describe the way my breath got caught in my throat in a mixture of surprise and pain as I felt the incredible burning sensation of his dick penetrating through the first ring of muscles around my opening? I almost wanted to pull back and run away, but at the same time I felt as though every nerve in my body was craving to be totally immersed in him. So I just clung even closer to him instead, closing my eyes and listening to his soothing words in my ears as he allowed me to adjust before slowly beginning to thrust deeper inside me, totally overwhelming me with tiny swells of absolute pleasure, and then one, giant tidal wave which culminated in an unexpected jolt of electricity; one that ran all the way from the back of my neck to the depth of my guts, leaving me writhing and moaning.
As he finally released himself inside me into the condom, we were both breathing heavily and craving each other's closeness. How can I find the right words to describe the intense emotion of sated gratitude (fuck, I didn't even know that feeling existed before) that washed over me when he rolled off me, leaned towards me and after discarding the condom just stayed there, while his fingers worked their way up and down my shaft? God, how can I even begin to describe how it felt when I eventually succumbed to his skilled fingers and erupted – for the second time that night – with a low, contented sigh, and strings of milky, white come spewed all over his hand and my chest, and I didn’t feel at all apprehensive about it?
“Well?” Allison rouses me from my daydreaming as I blink and peer over at her with a sigh of resignation.
"YES,” I tell her. “We did it…And it was the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced," I tell her simply with a smile.
My friend’s eyes light up as she squeals in delight. "Oh, my God! So what? Is he like your boyfriend now?" she asks, leaning into me. I love her like crazy, but fuck, she can react like we're still in third grade sometimes.
"You know it doesn't work that way, Ali," I huff at her, taking a sip from my Coke.
"Does he know you're a senior in high school?" she inquires.
"I told him when he drove me back to my mom's house, just before my midnight curfew," I reply with a shrug.
"So??" she giggles.
"He just smiled and kissed me, after he said he'd like to see me again…" I answer her, still finding it difficult to believe it myself.
"You're so fucking lucky," she points out. "In fact, I think it would be great if HE can be your date for the prom." She sounds excited about her idea.
"Shut up! I mean the guy is a college student! He's two years older than us. I'm sure he'd rather be caught dead than show up at some lame senior prom,” I tell her. "And besides, I'm not going myself… I don't feel like it," I add solemnly.
"Come on… I thought we promised we wouldn’t bail out on each other…" she persists.
"I know, Ali, and I really appreciate everything we're doing with the GSSA and all, but still… with everything that's been happening lately, it just doesn't feel right…" I maintain.
"All I know is that it's not like you to be so… defeated," she says, grabbing her tray to clear the table before our lunch break is over. "But I do know we have to find a way to get you through this."
TBC…
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Date: 2014-09-01 09:24 am (UTC)Keep up the good work...
Hugs Linda
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Date: 2014-09-01 09:38 am (UTC)More to come...
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Date: 2014-09-01 11:38 am (UTC)Julie
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Date: 2014-09-01 02:18 pm (UTC)More to come...
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Date: 2014-09-01 12:43 pm (UTC)Still thoroughly enjoying this story!!!
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Date: 2014-09-01 02:19 pm (UTC)Thank you SO much for your ongoing support and encouraging feedback my dear Car. It means so much to me to know you enjoy this story.
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Date: 2014-09-01 02:59 pm (UTC)Great update!
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Date: 2014-09-01 03:07 pm (UTC)Thank you SO much for your encouraging supportive feedback my dear techi. It means a lot to me :)
More to come...
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Date: 2014-09-01 05:48 pm (UTC)Thank you so much for your kind supportive feedback. It means a lot to me to know you enjoy this :)
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Date: 2014-09-01 06:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-09-02 04:04 am (UTC)There were lots of emotions there indeed. I like Mat as well :)
Thank you sooo much for your super supportive feedback my dear friend. It means a lot to me.
More to come...
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Date: 2014-09-14 06:56 pm (UTC)Later Darling ~ Kathleen
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