Page 113 of The Friend Scheme
“Want another beer?” I ask.
“Obviously, yeah.”
I hand one to him, then crack mine open and take a sip. I focus on the sky. There aren’t many stars visible, but still, it’s pretty cool. It’s so massive. We drink our beers and finish them at about the same time.
Then we both lie down.
I put my hands behind my head and get really comfortable.
I’m hoping for a shooting star.
“I really like this,” says Jason.
“Me too.”
He reaches out to touch my side. It feels like crackling electricity. His hand runs up my side, then across to my chest. Static, all over. He shifts, until he’s propped upright, with his hand resting on me, looking into my eyes.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
His lips look so soft and pink. He’s bound to taste like beer right now. His hair is as messy as his can get, and there’s this sort of dazed look in his eyes. He’s drunk.
“I don’t know,” he says. “I’ve just always had this fantasy of kissing a guy here. Of doing exactly this. I…”
I stop listening.
I shouldn’t, I know I shouldn’t, but…
Fuck it.
I sit up and kiss him.
I don’t even care about anything. He repositions so we can properly kiss. Our mouths open at the same time, and my tongue goes into his mouth. It feels so wet but weirdly so nice. I sit properly up, and we try out this sort of kissing. I feel like I know his rhythm now. I know how to respond when he moves, and I know what to do with my tongue. It all just works.
We break apart, and I open my eyes.
“Like this?” I ask.
“Exactly like this.”
He pushes my chest, and I fall back down. Then he moves across…
He sits on top of me.
And I’m really hard. I’m sure he can feel it. I just wasn’t expecting him to do this.
“Sorry,” I say. “I…”
“Don’t be,” he says, and he cups my face with both hands, and kisses me. “You’re fine, dude.”
He does taste a little like beer, but it’s definitely not bad. It’s actually great. He takes my bottom lip between his teeth, which tells me going for it is okay.
We crash together, frantically kissing. I scratch down his back, and his eyelids flutter. His shoulders are so bulky, and I love how they feel. But mostly I just like how he kisses me. He does it so intently, like this is the only thing on earth he wants to be doing.
“I have a serious question for you,” he says.
“Anything.”
He touches my tank, lifting it up a little.
