Page 154 of For the Fans
There isn’t a camera in sight, and it’s the best sex of my life.
Avi’s cock swells in my ass, and mine throbs between our joined bodies, both of us erupting in mirrored bliss, making a sexy mess all over one another.
But it feels divine.Heavenly…
A miracle if there ever was one.
My damning he’s turned into sweet salvation.
Christmakkah morning comes with Avi and I startling awake to voices and noise outside his bedroom door.
After the mind-blowing sex that was just for us, we spent hours talking until we both fell asleep. In his bed.Together.
With our parents just up the hall.
Yea, maybe not the best idea.But still, it was the best night of my life, and I’m scared to think about what that means.
Jumping out of bed naked, clothes in hand, I rush toward the bathroom with Avi hot on my trail.
“Fuck…” I grumble. “Do you think they heard us last night?? No, there’s no way. They would’ve said something. Or not… because that’s really awkward.” I ramble as my mind runs a marathon of neuroses.
“If you think you’re getting into that shower before me, you’re higher than I am,” Avi grunts, pushing me out of the way.
“Are you fucking serious??” I whisper-bark at him. “Which one of us still has cum lingering in his ass?”
I raise my hand, and he grins. “Please keep raising your hand to that question. It’s my favorite thing you’ve ever done.”
I roll my eyes, going for the knob in the shower. Turning the water on, I peer at Avi while he stands naked in front of the vanity, stretching and grabbing his toothbrush.
“I can see you checking me out.” He winks at me in the mirror.
“I’m not checking you out…” I grumble. “I’m just wondering how it’s possible that I actually shared a bed with you last night.”
“Why? Because I’m so awesome, you can’t believe how incredibly lucky you are?” He beams.
Scoffing, I step into the shower, yanking the curtain closed. “Shut up, Avi.”
“Just let me know if you want me to join you…” he sings.
“Yea, I’m sure that would work out beautifully,” I mutter sarcastically. “Your mom comes up here to look for us and we’re in the shower together. Merry Christmakkah to us all!”
He laughs, going about his business while I wash myself up, all the while swimming in memories from last night.
I’m having trouble processing it as arealthing that happened…
Not the sex, because I’m getting used to that for the perplexing ecstasy it is. But the part where we cuddled up together, naked, touching and talking for hours on end. The part where I fell asleep with my head on his chest and his fingers in my hair, our legs tangled, keeping us as close as possible without swallowing each other up.
We talked about everything under the sun last night… Everything except for one big thing that I have no intention of ever mentioning to him. But all the other stuff…
I learned that his favorite music is grunge and alternative rock from the nineties, because his mom used to play for him when he was little. I learned that his obsession with licorice begins and ends with the red, and that he thinks the black is more disgusting than rosemary, which he also hates.
I learned about all the crazy things he believes to be real, like Bigfoot, and the Mothman, various aliens and monsters and beings from other dimensions.
I learned that he’s never really had an actual relationship that’s lasted longer than a few weeks, and that he’s never been to a school dance. It bummed me out to hear this, because I’d completely forgotten until he mentioned it that he wasconveniently absent from our high school prom. And I hadn’t even noticed at the time.
Regret is still rolling my stomach at the sound of his voice in my mind…
“I’m kind of a loser, Kyran… In case you didn’t notice,”he huffed, using a fake grin to disguise real feelings I hate myself for missing before.“And losers don’t get to slow dance at prom.”
