Date: Sat, 27 Aug 2005 23:37:17 -0400 (EDT) From: mori jane Subject: Flames to Ice- Chapter 6 Hey, sorry this took SO LONG. I hope this chapter is good, not too rushed or boring or anything. Please honestly tell me if its not that great and why, or just email me anyways if you like it because emails make me happy. Email: morijane3004@yahoo.ca Enjoy. Chapter 6 I paid the cashier for the items I needed and strode out of the pet store searching for David's car. I spotted it a few meters away, proceeding to make my way over and hop into the passenger seat. "Got everything you needed?" "Yeah, thanks man." "You sure you don't want to drop the stuff off at your house before we head to Matt's?" "No, it's okay," I responded, looking out the window. An uncomfortable silence followed, lasting for the remainder of the ride. I nearly ran out of the car the moment he parked-the tension inside had been unbelievable. I rang the doorbell before David had even reached the door, almost pushing myself through the door as soon as Matt opened it. As I settled on the couch next to Kat, I couldn't help but feel a little relieved that I was no longer alone with David. That thought made me feel bad so I stole a glance at him as I heard him enter the basement room. He was talking to Matt, but that didn't stop him from shooting me a quick look I could only describe as a mix off hurt and disappointment before he continued to his seat, making me feel even worse. I sighed. I had reacted really badly this morning, but I was half-sure that it was justifiable due to how embarrassing it was! Sometime during the night I had flipped over on my side so that I was facing him instead of being spooned. That wouldn't have been that bad if I hadn't managed to somehow make my body fit perfectly against his form; my head settled in the crook of his neck, my lips pressed against the feverish pulse of his throat, one hand cupping the back of his head, fingers tangling in the silky tresses, the other laying on his tight, round ass, pushing him closer up against my... I snapped my body up and blushed furiously, causing Kat who had rested her head on my shoulder to slide clumsily behind me. I nearly winced at the glare she sent me. I swear, she practically growled. I guess I managed to look somewhat contrite because she let it go. Thinking that I needed a distraction from my thoughts, I goaded Matt into playing a pool game with me. It didn't take much-I could tell that he was dying to show off his new table(which was damn nice). It was only too bad-for him-that he couldn't show off any skills at the same time. I whipped his ass at all 3 games we played. He insisted after the first game that we played for best 2 out of 3, and then after loosing the second game that he meant best 3 out of 5. It felt good winning, but I was starting to get bored. I needed at least a bit of a challenge! Steve, the most recent addition to our group, decided to give it a go, but quickly, and correctly learned that it would take better skills than his to beat me. The rest of the guys knew that there was no use in going up against me. They knew there was only one person there that had a chance. Only I hoped they wouldn't call him over. I wasn't ready to face him. So there I was, trying to get someone to play with me, even promising to go a tiny bit easy on them, when I heard Nick yell the dreaded words, "Yo David, come play. Damien's been kicking our asses and we need some back up." I tensed immediately, but luckily it seemed as though no one noticed. I tried to act nonchalant as I heard him laughing with the guys as he came into the game room, teasing them about needing him to win any game. It was true though, I couldn't help but acknowledge. David was amazing at any sport/game. I wasn't have bad either-after all, we had only practiced everything with each other, but he tended to have more natural talent whereas I tended to need much more practice to reach the same level of proficiency. "You wanna break?" he asked me. "Wha..uh.no, it's okay. You can break." Shit, was I blushing!? I tried my best to pay no attention to him. I kept my eyes on table. I could feel him watching me; it took all I had not to squirm. I don't think it was surprising that I couldn't concentrate on the game. I knew that he had sunk a few balls but only from hearing the numerous clunking sounds and thuds. "Excuse me", David said before sliding between me and the table, pushing me backwards as he leaned over the table. My mind blanked as I took in his hot, tight, fuckable ass. Fuck I remembered how it felt that morning. I wanted to grab his hips and push his chest down onto the table, tugging off his jeans and boxers so that I could lick and bite him before I ground my cock into his ass. Shit, I wanted to ram into him over and over again until I filled him with my hot, sticky cum. My breath hitched. My heart was beating wildly. My cock, hard enough to break stone. I heard someone call everyone to the family room, and almost everyone went to go check whatever it was out. Me and David were alone. He turned to face me. My eyes, which had been focused on his ass, traveled up to meet his. "Damien." I could get drunk on hearing my name drop from his pouty lips. He licked them nervously. Or was it? Oh God. "You've been acting weird all day and I don't like it. Just forget about this morning, if it bothers you this much." Wait. Bothers me? What about him. Doesn't it bother him? I mean, he can't be that understanding. No on in the world could be that understanding. But what if he was. How he could be so perfect? How could he be so tempting? I needed to get out of there. "I just.need some time, okay? But thanks," I said. I wanted to say more, like how amazing he's been about all this, but I couldn't. Not yet. If I did, I might blurt out how I was falling for him even more. He opened his mouth to speak but I turned and left the room before he could. I pulled Kat aside quietly-or at least tried to, Kat of course didn't get the hint and kept asking "what, where are you taking me"-and asked her to drive me home. After 5 minutes of making up excuses of my wanting to leave that Kat wanted more details of, she asked a question that I didn't have a bullshit answer to. "Why don't you just ask David to drop you home?" Her eyes narrowed and she watched my face like a hawk. I tried to relax my body. Kat may be sharp at detecting lies, but I was sharp at reading her read me. As long as I stayed focused, I could control how much she could detect. All that was left was coming up with a plausible reason for choosing her over David for my ride. One that could explain the rare decision due to my transparently negative view of her driving skills. "I saw him all day yesterday and today. I hardly even got to see you at all. I miss you. Isn't that good enough of a reason?" I could hardly contain the glimmer of satisfaction in my eyes as I saw her face fill with glee as she clasped me hands in hers and pulled me towards her car with a, "Of course baby! Why didn't you say so! I miss you too. We should go do something, just the two of us." I felt a little bad, but I was only half-lying. I really did miss her. Yes, it was only 2 days but so much had happened during that time that it felt like more. After we reached our houses, we decided to go out to a movie after chilling out for a bit at home. We were listening to some music in my room when her mom called her cell and told her that she would need to go to a dinner party that night instead-no arguments. Resigned, she went home and I racked my head for other ideas on how to spend my evening. Coming up with nothing interesting, I chose to play with the kitten for a bit, then watch some TV. My parents called from my dad's business trip to New York to say that they would be staying until Monday instead of Sunday as previously planned due to a postponed meeting with a client. I told them not to worry and to enjoy themselves. 7 o'clock came and went, and I was getting really bored. I perked up when I heard the doorbell and ran up the stairs to answer it. I skidded to a stop in front of the door and nearly flung it open. "Alex?" I asked, shocked. He looked really good, even if he seemed a bit nervous. "Hey." I waited a bit. Then realized that he wasn't going to say anymore. "Not that I mind, but what are you doing here?" He knew where I lived? "I was just thinking that maybe we should chill out, you know?" I didn't really know, but I was happy to see him anyways. "Yeah, sure. Come in," I said, backing away to give him room to enter. He brought a movie over. We watched it. In the beginning we sat on opposite ends of the couch, but time had him edging closer to me until his leg pressed against mine, his hand in my lap. I tried to concentrate on the movie. I wanted to be friends with Alex but not more, especially if it would jeopardize what I had with David. I stayed pretty calm until he started moving his hand up my thigh. The doorbell rang. I jumped up with relief and sprinted up the stairs, still feeling guilty. I felt even guiltier once I opened the door. David. "Hey Damien," he spoke softly. "Hey." "Can I come in?" I felt like I was drowning in his eyes. I opened the door wider to signal my okay. "Yo, Damien. Who is it?" Alex's voice came from behind me. I shut my eyes. Fuck. I was almost afraid to open them, but I had to. And I looked straight into eyes that reminded me of stormy oceans. I had rarely seen that look in those eyes, and yet I had managed to put that there twice in two days alone. "What is he doing here?" he snapped, the soft voice gone. I opened my mouth but he shut me up again. "Nevermind. Here," he thrust the pet store bag I had left in his car at me. Then he turned and stalked away. "Damien! Stop!" Shit. All I could think of was the hurt I saw in his eyes. I had to talk to him. I couldn't lose him over something stupid like this. Well maybe it wasn't so stupid to him, for reasons which I still had yet to figure out, but it seemed stupid at the moment. He didn't stop. He got in his car and drove away. I stood there on the driveway watching as he car turned the corner, and out of my sight. I stood there for a few minutes until I felt strong arms wrap around me. "Hey, don't worry. He'll get over it." I shut my eyes to the stinging tears that threatened to fall. I wasn't so sure. I had never seen him this angry. We had hardly fought since we became friends. This couldn't end. I wouldn't let it. He meant too much to me. "I think that you should go now, Alex," I could feel him about to protest. "I'll see you at school, okay?" He sighed and let go. I didn't stay to watch him leave. I went inside to sleep the pain away.