You're so Weird - 11. Chapter 11

An elbow nudge at my side jolts me awake. Great. I dozed off during class. Again. Luckily, this time it was CJ who noticed, not the teacher. Now I see why Liam insisted that CJ sit next to me.

I spot Liam across the room. Even from here, the first thing I notice are the marks of my fingernails under his t-shirt sleeves. I hope nobody asks any questions. Liam could probably come up with a convincing story, and I’m safe outside the suspect zone, but it still makes me flush.

Liam’s eyes are open, and he’s looking at the teacher, but I doubt he’s in much better shape than I am. If the teacher asked him to repeat what she just said, I don’t think he could.

The coffee didn’t help. If anything, it only made me feel sleepier somehow. Good thing it’s the last class, and then I can go back to bed.

Replaying the events of last night gets my blood pumping, but it doesn’t really help me focus. After I sucked off Liam, we sneaked back inside the house. Liam’s dad saw us, but he was watching a movie and holding his drink without interest, so we went straight upstairs. The more I think about it now, the more I realize it all looked very suspicious—at least to someone who cared to notice. But Maggie still hadn’t come back, and the twins didn’t seem to be home either. Maybe they were having a sleepover or something. They weren’t anywhere near the top of my mind at the time either.

Less than a minute later, Liam and I were on his bed, naked and making out. He quickly moved down to kiss and lick all over my chest, nipples, and then my stomach. My entire body tingled, and my dick was throbbing with anticipation. As much as I had fantasized about sucking dick, I had no real expectations about being on the receiving end.

And then it happened—he straightened my boner with his fingers, placed a few kisses around the base, and took me in his mouth. The moment his lips wrapped around me, my body lit up like a live wire. Every nerve in my dick felt electrified, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight down my spine. My muscles tensed as the sensation radiated outward, making my toes curl and my breath hitch. I could feel the pleasure pooling at the base of my spine before surging through my whole body, making me tremble.

And shit, it felt amazing. Now that I think about it, there must be some special kind of electricity between a mouth and a dick because it was unlike anything else. I felt so happy just lying there, my head resting on the pillow, watching Liam suck me. He wasn’t doing anything particularly creative but didn’t hold back either, and I could tell he wanted to make me feel good, even if he didn’t enjoy it himself all that much. But that only lasted a few minutes before he started licking me all over. He took me by surprise when he pushed my legs up and started licking me just under my balls. And fuck, this was a whole different story. I pulled my legs up even further and let out uncontrollable moans as his tongue danced around my taint. For the first time in my life, I really thought I might melt.

“Do you like it?” Liam asked when he took a break.

“How can you tell?” I managed to utter.

He just smiled in the dim room and went back to work. Oh God, this was the best thing ever. I slowly jerked myself while he did his thing, edging myself and wishing this could last forever.

A few minutes later, he showed me mercy and crawled up to face me, finally letting the drops of sweat cool a little on my forehead.

“Found another weak spot, I think,” he smirked, and fuck, I loved that smirk on him. I wanted to wish him luck on his journey to find all my weak spots, but I was speechless. So we kissed for a while, and I had to stop myself from biting him—I wanted him so much.

I don’t know how it happened, but I found myself wrapping my legs around his lower back, while my left hand found his dick—yeah, it was hard again—and aimed it at my butt. The pressure felt satisfying, naughty, and even a little bit scary, but most of all, fucking exciting. I smeared his precum all over while we kissed.

“What are you doing?” Liam asked after I pushed my hips harder against his cock, making the tip almost — almost — go in.

“Wanna go all the way?” I whispered, surprising both of us. “You have no idea how horny I am right now.”

“Yeah, but we shouldn’t…” Liam started to protest but stopped. He bit his lip and looked down at me. Then I think he remembered that he was just as horny, despite having cum in my mouth half an hour ago. He did a few test thrusts, making my heart race even more. “Are you serious?”

“Let’s fucking do it,” I said. I was on the brink of madness. I knew that if he didn’t say yes, I’d probably end up in the kitchen looking for a cucumber, or a banana, or simply cheat on Liam with his…

“Gonna need to lube up,” he said, thankfully. He left me there, lying with my legs up, and went to his drawer. He found what he was looking for instantly, and before I could get impatient, he was back on top of me, pouring a good amount of KY onto his palm and smearing it over his hard dick. I wasn’t surprised he had it—how else would he even use his fleshlight…

“Just remember, this was your idea,” he said as he knelt facing me. I pulled my knees up next to my ears to give him better access. I remember almost shitting my pants at that point. Not literally, because I’d cleaned up thoroughly after the basketball game (don’t ask why), and well, I wasn’t wearing any pants. But I knew there was no turning back now, and considering Liam’s size, this could end badly for me.

“I know,” I just said. “I can take it.”

“If it hurts or anything, just let me—”

“I know!” I hissed. I appreciated his concern, but the anticipation was already bad enough.

“Fine,” Liam sighed and adjusted his position, considering different angles. Then it hit me — he had no idea how to do it and was just as stressed out about himself as he was about me.

I reached with my hand and helped him aim his dick. We both breathed heavily as he pushed gently, testing my tightness, which didn’t let him in on the first try.

But maybe it was the heat, or the lube, or all the foreplay, or maybe my previous experience with household items, but on the second try, he went in. The head, and more, judging by how it felt.

“I’m in.”

“Yeah.”

I realized I was squeezing his biceps a bit too tight, and I felt sorry for him, but I couldn’t stop, and Liam didn’t seem to notice. So I squeezed him even harder, and I think it encouraged him because he pushed even harder, and oh fuck, I puffed up my cheeks like a blowfish and waited until he was balls-deep in me. It took less time than I expected. It hurt and didn’t hurt at the same time — it felt weird and amazing, and for some reason, I felt lighter than a helium balloon. I swear it was so hot in the room that the air seemed to be moving and...

“Are you alright?” Liam whispered, brushing my sticky, wet hair away from my eyes, clearing my view. I remembered to breathe, nodded, and eased my grasp on his arms, knowing even then that the red marks would stay there for a while. “Thanks,” Liam smirked as I let him go, but I don’t think he felt any pain.

And then he started moving inside me, and I can’t recall many details. I think he was close from the very start because he was slow and gentle. Still, from time to time, a drop of sweat landed on me from his forehead. He said, “sorry,” but I didn’t mind. I just pulled him closer so our heads were side by side, and he fucked me like this—though I want to think that we made love. Not that it mattered at that point, other than the fact that he rammed me with his dick, and our whimpering sounds filled the room for a few minutes. Once or twice, Liam stopped to let us both catch our breath and probably to stop himself from cumming too early.

After a few minutes, he propped himself up on his elbows, his face hovering right above mine.

“Gonna cum,” he said, speeding up.

“Okay,” I replied, grabbing his shoulders like handles. We locked eyes as he used me to build up his orgasm. It wasn’t just about the physical sensation anymore—there was something deeper, something raw and unspoken that I still can’t wrap my head around. Just then, for a moment, he let his inner animal take over, losing himself in it. He hit something inside me that made my eyeballs roll back, and fuck, that was the only moment I considered tapping out because he was fucking my brains out. It didn’t take long before he held his breath, and I knew it was coming — and it sure was. He came inside me, panting like a horse, and I knew I was being filled with a huge load, only diminished by the fact that I’d already drained some of it not so long ago. Finally, he pulled out with a soft pop and collapsed on top of me, slowly regaining his breath.

We did that. We totally did. I felt happy and confused, and maybe in love but possibly it was just the heat of the moment, or maybe not, but that was the confusing part, and it still confuses me.

But then the teacher asks me something and I have to ask her to repeat, blushing even more, and discretely adjusting my hard dick under the desk when she turns around again.

Nothing is said in the car when Maggie drives us home. I don’t remember when she came back last night, but she was there to serve us breakfast and drive the twins to school, while Liam and I, yawning and struggling to keep our eyes open, took the bus.

“Mike, I’ll be calling your mom in a bit. Do you want to talk to her?” Maggie asks when we arrive, and it takes my brain a moment to process her question.

“No, thanks. I really need a nap,” I say truthfully.

“The pool party got out of control, huh?”

“No, just didn’t sleep well. I’m fine.”

“I need a nap too,” Liam adds, and just a few minutes later, we’re down to our underwear and in our separate beds, happy to have made it through the day.

We totally did it, I think to myself as I try to fall asleep. I did it with a boy I only met a week ago but with whom I’ve developed a mutual crush. But I still don’t know what our status is. There’s never a good moment to talk—or maybe there is, but I’m scared that if I bring it up, it will ruin everything, so it’s better to just go with the flow. Anyway, what am I expecting? We only just met, but then again, we’ve come a long way. Ugh.

My head is spinning. I wouldn’t be so exhausted if we had just gone to sleep after the sex. But instead, we kept talking about random stuff in between more touching and feeling, which ended with us jerking each other off around 4 a.m. That’s when I went to the bathroom to clean up and brush my teeth. When I came back, Liam was already asleep, so I crawled into my own bed.

I wake up from the nap, and it’s already getting dark outside. I still feel him inside me. I thought the sensation would wear off after a couple of hours, but it didn’t. Not that I’m complaining. It’s a happy feeling, and strangely satisfying. Do I feel bad for losing my virginity like this? Not at all. Should I?

I hear the toilet flush in the bathroom, grounding me back to reality. Liam emerges in his boxer briefs—the ones he wore the first time I saw him naked. Maybe it’s just me, but he looks hotter every day, and I don’t know what I’ll do when he inevitably dumps me for someone more interesting.

But for now, Liam smiles at me like a cat and crawls under the blanket with me. The heat of his body immediately makes me forget about most of my worries, and when he kisses me, I become weightless.

“What’s wrong?” he asks when we stop.

I look puzzled. “What?”

Liam brushes my hair back and thinks for a second. “You look… I don’t know. Lost in thought.”

“Man, I just woke up. My brain is still slow. I mean, slower than usual.”

“I know you want to talk, Mike,” he says, still playing with my hair. “And I want to talk too. So anytime you’re ready, just let me know. No need to wait for the right time.”

“Sure,” I say, my head empty as always.

“And by the way, that was the best sex ever. I mean, it was my first, but fuck, it’s like we’re made for each other. I hope you don’t regret it.”

“No, no, I don’t,” I say quickly. “It was so hot. You’re so hot,” I add, blushing.

He presses his lips against mine — hard and brief, but full of intensity. “And you’re so cute. Can’t believe we’re both… gay.”

“Yeah. We’re lucky.”

“Me more than you.”

“Nah.”

“Yeah.”

We kiss for a few moments, more tender than passionate because I’m still half-asleep, but I’m happy that he enjoys it as much as I do. This is all so nice. What’s the point of talking about it if everything is great? The situation is evolving quickly, so it’s better to stick around and find out. If he asked me, ‘What are we?’ would I even be able to answer? We lay there for ten more minutes, maybe more, and I feel almost ready to have a meal.

“Hey, there’s something I wanted to ask you,” I say. “I know it’s random, but… did you have another brother? Or any other sibling? You know what I mean.”

“Yeah, I know, but I don’t think so. It’s just me and the brats. You think we’re hiding someone in the cellar?”

“It’s not that, just…” I say, reaching for my backpack where I hid the photo I found the other day. “I didn’t mean to snoop, but I found this when I was cleaning the other room.”

Liam frowns as he studies the photo strip. "I've never seen this before. The kid on the right looks like me, but I have no idea who the other one is. Probably just a friend’s kid or something."

“Yeah, sorry,” I say. “I had this obsessive thought that the room was supposed to belong to someone else and… that something happened.”

“Aww. No, nothing like that, unless my parents are keeping it away from me.”

I look at the photo for a few seconds, equally ashamed of myself and disappointed that I wasn’t actually onto some forgotten mystery. “These are nice photos, though,” I say and hand it back to Liam. “Maybe you should put them somewhere.”

“I don’t like looking at myself. But you can have it if you like it.”

“I’d prefer having a present-day picture,” I say.

“Then go ahead and take it.”

I accept the invitation and quickly move to straddle him, which is distracting since we’re both just in our underwear. But I focus on the task and aim my phone camera at him.

“Smile!”

Liam smiles a little awkwardly. I notice that a human face looks funny when you’re lying on your back, like the skin is pulled down by gravity and acts a little like play dough. He’s still incredibly cute and hot, so I take a few pics and set the best one as my screensaver.

“There, how do you like it?” I show it to him.

“It’s definitely one of the photos of all time. You’re not keeping it, right?”

“Why not?”

“Someone might see.”

“And?”

“If you don’t mind, then keep it,” he shrugs.

Do I mind? Probably. Someone will inevitably see when I lock or unlock my phone. It would be a bold move, and I’d like to do it someday. But maybe not yet.

“Fine, maybe another time.”

“Chicken!” Liam snickers and sticks his finger in my belly button, which for some reason makes me laugh. Then his smile fades into a frown, and he opens his mouth to say something, but I never find out what it is because that’s when the door to the room opens. I gasp, but it’s too late to react — I’m caught straddling Liam in my undies.

“Oh,” Maggie says as we look at her with dumb faces. She stands there with her mouth open for a second before clearing her throat. “When you’re done wrestling, come down for dinner,” she says and closes the door.