Left Without Words - 16. Chapter 16

I took my time walking home once I left the restaurant, already missing Deme being within kissing distance. Lost in a dreamy haze, smiling up at the sky for no particular reason other than it just felt so good to be 'me' at that moment, I just tried to make it back to my house without floating off the ground and into an unknown orbit above the clouds. All while gently swinging a bag of cookies that Milo sent home with me to give to Sarah as a gift. Life just felt as though everything had magically fallen into place. As if every event that I've experienced since my first birthday...has been leading me up to this point, where I would truly be eternally happy. With a boy who loves me as much as I love him back, and who has provided me with the promise of more miracles to come.

I mean...can life get any better than this? I'd be afraid of the intense emotional fallout if I thought, for one second, that it could.

Hehehe, who knew that being overwhelmed like this could be so much damn fun?

I was already trying to plot out an extensive plan to use for getting my mom and Sarah out of the house as soon as humanly possible. I mean...I CAN'T be apart from my new boyfriend! Like...I can't do it! We need to be together. And we need to be left alone. I want to kiss him again. I want Deme and I to have a safe place to make out and roll around on the bed, and get naked without having to worry about somebody bursting in on us without warning and trying to tell us to stop. I really HATE the fact that we can't just...have some damn privacy, you know??? Just a little bit of time for us to be intimate with one another for a while. Is that too much to ask?

When I walked into the house, I practically threw the bag of cookies at Sarah, causing her to fumble around in her attempts to catch it before it hit the ground. Hehehe, I didn't care though. I was the one on a non-stop sugar high at that moment.

My mom noticed that I was a little bit lost in my thoughts, and asked me, "Are you alright, Shane?"

"Yeah..." I sighed. "...I feel great. Why?"

She hesitated for a moment, but then replied, "No reason. You just...looked like you had something on your mind."

"I do, Mom. I do." I smiled, and I walked out of the room before she could clarify that statement with any other follow up questions.

It really is like navigating your way through a dream...being in love. And that's what it was for me. At least my current understanding of it, anyway. I know that some envious adults would look at my situation and try to tell me that it's just some 'hump the leg' puppy level infatuation without any real depth or infatuation to it at all. But I challenge any one of those adults to go back and remember what it was like the first time they ever felt like this. The giggles, the bashful peeks into each other's eyes, the electric shock that you got from the most innocent touches. Honestly, I could just smell Deme's breath over my shoulder, and get so hard that I feel like I'm going to explode in the most intense orgasm of my life. I mean, who can't equate this concentrated clusterfuck of emotions with true love? It's NOT lust...even though I definitely feel that for him too. Hehehe, what??? He's HOT!!! He's the hottest boy that I've ever seen in my life! Of COURSE I'm going to dream about the day hen I get to wrap my naked body around him and have sex until we're both exhausted from the marathon level of sexual activity! But...Deme was so much more than that to me. He really was.

I love his accent. And his smile. And the way he brushes his hair to the side with his fingertips when he's being...cute. You know? I love the way he jokes around with me, and his super cool poetry. And I love how he doesn't know how to say certain things in English, but he figures out a way to express himself in the cutest way ever, regardless of the language barrier. Oh! And I love his cooking now too! Hehehe, he's just...he's more than I ever could have expected from a boyfriend. Especially since his my very first. He's the kind of boy that makes you hyper vigilant about whether or not you're living up to your end of the bargain in the relationship. I just...I feel like I want to give him so much more. Like I want to BE so much more.

Deme is so very special to me. He really is.

Omigod, I'm in LOVE!!! AHHHHH!!! This is so crazy!

It wasn't difficult for me to go to sleep that night. I kept thinking about Deme, and I kept getting hard...and then I kept jacking off while thinking about the time we spent together in his room and in his basement. I lost count over how many times I did it last night, but I was emotionally drained, physically exhausted, and a little bit 'raw' down there, when I was finished. I think I passed out at one time, because I woke up with my penis poking out of my boxers, and some leaked fluids on the inside of my blankets, at one point. I just tucked myself back into my boxers, rolled over, and went back to sleep. But, MAN, did I ever give my imaginary version of Deme a good time last night! Hehehe! I doubt our sexual exploits would be that hot and heavy in real life...but in my fantasies? We had one hell of a workout. Believe me.

The real question was...how close can I get to making this a reality?

I wanted him so badly. I needed to be close to him again. I felt pangs of desperation over the concept of getting my mom and sister out of that house. It was driving me crazy. I wondered if Deme could maybe get rid of his dad for a while instead? Would that be possible? Hell, I even entertained the idea of possibly going back to Milo's and seeing if I could brave the discomfort of the ice cold freezer long enough for us to share another orgasm or two before somebody walked in and caught us. Is that psychotic? I feel like there's something weird about that pattern of thinking. But you haven't laid your eyes on Deme like I have! You haven't seen him naked! You haven't tasted the sweetest, naughtiest, parts of him, or heard him moan your name with a Greek accent while threading his fingers through your hair. If you had been introduced to this part of him like I have...you'd be fiercely craving another insane sexual encounter too. Trust me on this.

I found myself tapping my fingers on my desk, on the kitchen counter, and everywhere else. My foot bouncing nervously as I kicked myself for not being smart enough to solve the riddle of getting a decent hour or two of privacy when I needed it most.

My heart was racing. My mouth went dry. I picked up my phone to call Deme, but then put it back down. Is he as eager for us to get back together as I am? I know that he said he wanted to be alone again, and he seemed pretty sincere about it...but I didn't want to make a pest of myself. Why is this still so confusing? I found the cutest boy ever. I got to know him. I found out that he likes boys too. We even like each other! We made it through the first kiss. We made it through our first sexual experience together. All the hard parts are over and done with, right? It should be smooth sailing from here on out.

And yet, for some reason, I feel more confused than ever. Ugh!

I went into the kitchen for a snack and my mom was standing over the stove. "Good morning, babe. I'm making Sarah a grilled cheese sandwich for lunch, do you want one?"

"No thanks. Do we have any of that ham leftover from Thursday?"

"I'm not sure. Check the bottom shelf in the fridge." She said. "Sarah? Come on down."

Sarah came walking in a few moments later while staring at the screen on her phone. MY mom has a rule about having a phone at the table, so she put it away, but not without a grunt and a frustrated sigh. Great. My sister is already in a bitchy mood, and I still need to find a way to get her out of the house.

I was hoping that I could convince my mom to go somewhere and simply drag Sarah along with her, but that's not going to work if they're getting on each other's nerves already.

I got the ham out of the fridge, and came up with an idea. A lame one, but who knows? I might get lucky. I checked all of the shelves and the inside of the door for all of our necessities. Milk, chese, bread, English muffins, butter...hmmm. Everything's there. Let's see...

"Mom? I think we're out of jelly." What? It was all that I had to work with at the moment.

"There's a brand new bottle of jelly up in the cabinet." She said. Shit.

Okay...we've got juice, some sodas...head of lettuce, onions and peppers down in the crisper. My mom told me not to hold the refrigerator door open for so long, but I was on a mission dammit!

A ha! Please be empty, please be empty...

I opened up the egg carton on the bottom shelf and saw only three left in there. "You're just about out of eggs too, mom. Don't you need those for dinner tonight?"

Still making another grilled cheese sandwich for herself, she said, "Only two. It should be fine. I'll put it on my list for later though. Thank you."

Nooooo! NOT later! I need to see Deme TODAY, while he's off of work! I started to panic now, and even though I felt bad about doing...I knew that I had to do something.

While Sarah was eating her sandwich, and my mom was busy grilling up a second one...I took the egg carton out of the fridge, raised it up to my chest, and deliberately tilted it over to send the eggs crashing to the floor. "Oh no! Omigod, I'm sorry!"

They both turned to give me the weirdest look. My mom was like, "Really, Shane?"

"What are doing, dork?" Sarah said.

"I was reaching for something else, and they just fell out. I swear." I said, innocently as I could. "I really am sorry. If you go out and get some more, I can give you some money or something."

Instead, my mom said, "Or...you can go out and get another dozen eggs yourself, mister. How's that?" What the...? Well THAT certainly backfired, didn't it?

"Wait...you want me to...?"

"Clean up that mess you made, first. Then you hop on your bike and go get us some more eggs from the mini mart on Dempster and Dodge."

"But Mom, I mean...don't we need...like, isn't there more stuff to go shopping for?"

"You let me worry about that. For right now..." She threw me a wet rag and some paper towels. "...Start scrubbing."

I could tell that Sarah was getting a kick out of the humiliation I felt, having to get down on my hands and knees right in front of her to clean all of this slimy egg yolk off of the floor. She gave me a wicked smirk while Mom wasn't looking, and I swear...the glare that I gave her in return should have burned a hole clear through the back of her head like a Superman heat vision blast.

Ugh! Why can't they just...fuckin' LEAVE??? Go somewhere! Go find an afternoon picnic or something! Fuck! I need a place of my own!

It took me longer than I thought it would to finish cleaning up that mess. If you've never cleaned three large eggs off of a tile floor, I don't recommend giving it a try. It's aggravating as hell.

My mom gave me some money and a short list of some other things that she wanted me to pick up from the store while I was out. Meaning that I screwed myself even worse, because now she's getting the stuff she really did need for the house right away. Which means she probably won't go grocery shopping for the big stuff until at least Tuesday. How am I going to live without my Deme until Tuesday. This is SO not fair!

I sulked all the way back to my room, and I picked up my phone to give Deme a call to let him know that I failed miserably at getting the house to myself for a little while. I mean, it would have been cool to just have twenty minutes or something to ourselves to just make out or something. But I guess it just wasn't meant to be. At least not today.

"Hello?" He said, his cute voice nearly triggering a boner from the first word alone.

"Hey..." I said, sadly. "It doesn't look like I'm going to be able to get everybody out of the house today. I tried, but...my mom and little sister are both being a pain today. Any luck on your end?"

"No, unfortunately." He said, soon telling me to hold on as he walked back to his room for a bit of privacy. "My father said he wants to rest today. I don't think he is going anywhere at all. We will have no privacy. Not for any longer than a few minutes at a time, anyway."

I sighed. "This sucks."

"Hehehe, it's ok. We will find a way to be together soon."

"I know, but..." I began to whine and had to stop myself. "...I wish it could have been today. Heh...I miss you."

"I miss you too."

My mom called out from the kitchen. "Shane? Don't disappear on me."

"I'm COMING!!!" I said, a bit louder and angrier than I meant to.

"Excuse me?" She said, and I immediately apologized before I got myself into any more trouble.

"Sorry. I'm coming. Just a second, ok?" Then I pouted as I told Deme, "I might have to call you back a bit later. My mom is sending me to the store to grab some stuff. I can't stay long."

"It is close to your house?" He asked.

"The store? Yeah. I can get there in about ten minutes with my bike."

"How long if you walk?"

"Walk? Ummm, I don't know. Twenty, twenty five minutes, maybe? How come?" I said.

"Maybe I can come, and we can walk to the store together. I feel like I want to see your smile today."

"Awwww, seriously? I mean, I can wait if you want to come over." I said, a buzz of love-stricken goosebumps making me shiver and quake with the idea of being around my baby again.

"Yes. I will jump on my bike and come to your house, and then we will walk together. This is ok?"

"Dude, that would be awesome! Ok! I'll wait until you get here."

"I'm on my way. Don't leave me." He grinned.

"Not a chance. Promise." Then I took a deep breath, and nervously said, "I love you."

"Love you too." He replied. "Be there soon."

"Ok..." When I hung up the phone, I almost started dancing with delight. I mean, it won't be me and Deme in a room all by ourselves, hard and ready to tangle our naked bodies up in a sensual knot, working our way towards an explosive mutual climax that shakes the ground beneath our feet and threatens to tear our souls apart so they can be restructured and combined as one solid entity...but just being able to see him smile and have his gorgeous eyes looking into my own while reflecting every golden ray of afternoon sunshine that the weekend had to offer would be more than enough of an emotional snack to tide me over until then. I could live with that.

I let my mom know that Deme was coming with me and that we'd be walking instead of having me ride over on my bike. This time, it was my turn to look over at Sarah with a wicked smirk. Because, above all things, I have Deme and SHE doesn't! Hehehe, I know it drives her crazy too. The look on her face when I mentioned his name was priceless.

"MOM!" She said.

"What? What is it?"

"Shane is..." Yeah, go ahead. Tell on me. What is there to tell. Sarah just frowned her face up and said, "Nothing. Ugh! Just forget it!" And she got up to leave the table and go back to her room. I'm assuming to get herself all dolled up for her new favorite idol. I don't have the heart to tell her that it won't work. My boy likes boys! So waste your time if you want, but only one of us is ever going to know what my boyfriend tastes like! Hahaha!

My mom was trying to keep calm, but I could tell that we were getting to her today. "I don't know what's going on with you two today, but I hope you work it out before the cops have to lock me up in an asylum somewhere."

"Nothing wrong over here, Mom. I'm feeling just fine!" I grinned, and walked out to spiffy myself up a bit as well. Got to look good for my prince when he gets here.

Sigh...my Deme. My beautiful Deme. Hehehe, this day just got a whole lot better.