Date: Mon, 17 Nov 2008 10:24:59 -0800 (PST) From: Sebastian Fforde Subject: Jonathan Casts a Spell Chapter 7 (Revised) Jonathan Casts a Spell Copyright 2008 Sebastian Fforde (BB, teen, high school, magic, romance) This story is completely fiction. Well, most of it is, anyway. If you aren't interested in reading sexually explicit love stories about high school age boys, then you can stop right now. But if you ARE interested, then read on. Are you sitting comfortably? Then I'll begin. Jonathan Casts a Spell Chapter 7 *** Alex stood in front of the counter at the Chrystall Dragon Bookshop and glared at Jonathan accusingly. "You've been doing drugs!" he shouted. "What the hell are you talking about, Alex?" "I was watching you through the window! I saw you snort something up your nose!" Jonathan laughed. "Oh, I see! So now you're spying on me!" "I wasn't spying!" Alex insisted. "I was just, uh, watching you." "It's not what you think it is," Alex grinned, pulling s small white canister out of his pocket. "It's snuff." "Snuff?" Alex asked, curiously. "Yeah, snuff." "But I thought you chewed snuff," Alex said, confused. "You don't put it up your nose." "You're thinking of American snuff, you know, Skoal and all that. No, real snuff is the stuff you sniff." "But it's tobacco, right?" "It's ground tobacco. I always hated the smell of cigarette smoke, but I always loved the smell of tobacco before it's burned." "Yeah, me too," Alex admitted. "I love the smell of pipe tobacco, too. It's kind of, uh, masculine." "So even though I don't smoke," Jonathan continued, handing the canister to Alex, "every once in a while I do like a pinch of snuff." Alex read the fancy script on the canister: FRIBOURG & TREYER (Est. 1720 in Haymarket, London) TOBACCONISTS AND PURVEYORS OF FOREIGN SNUFF. Then he opened the canister and took a sniff. Jonathan had been right – the tobacco smelled quite pleasant. Rich and spicy with a hint of perfume. It seemed fitting that Jonathan would enjoy something like that. Alex always associated the boy with exotic scents. "So how do you take it?" Alex asked curiously. "Watch." Jonathan took the open canister and tapped out a tiny bit onto the back of his hand. Then he gently sniffed it up. "You wanna try it?" Alex was hesitant. "Am I gonna get hooked?" "Probably not. The nicotine in this is very mild. It's nothing like smoking a cigarette." Jonathan took Alex's hand and tapped out a tiny pinch for the boy. Alex hesitantly sniffed it up. "Hey, that's kind of nice!" he exclaimed, just before he started to sneeze violently. Jonathan pulled out a paisley handkerchief and handed it to Alex. "Gesundheit!" he laughed. "Na zdrowie!" Alex added, giggling. "What does that mean?" "Same thing, just in Polish," Alex replied. "My grandfather always said that whenever someone sneezed or when he was making a toast." "I'll have to remember that!" Jonathan said. Alex handed the little can of snuff back to Jonathan. "I still don't think you should be using tobacco, Jonathan. Whether you smoke it, chew it or sniff it, it's still a nasty habit!" "If we stick together," Jonathan grinned devilishly, "I'll introduce you to ALL of my vices." "There's a word for you, Jonathan. You know what that word is?" "What?" "Eccentric," Alex replied. "You're very eccentric." Jonathan grinned. "Thanks! I take that as a compliment. Are you ready for dinner?" "Yeah, I'm really hungry." "Let me just close out the cash register and lock up and then we can go." *** The dining area in the Transylvanian restaurant was surprisingly large, but there were only a few middle-aged couples eating. There was also a small stage with a microphone and a synthesizer set up. Alex looked around at the garish décor once the waitress had seated them. "You know what this place reminds me of?" Alex observed. "It reminds me of the kind of place they'd rent out for a Polish wedding banquet. Or the kind of dining room where you'd get your continental breakfast in a tacky hotel!" "Yeah, it's kind of absurd," Jonathan admitted. "It's also kind of why I picked this place." "For our first date?" Alex laughed. "Is this a date?" Jonathan asked Alex pointedly. "I uh, thought it was kind of a date," Alex said, embarrassed. "Or anyways, our first REAL date. Isn't it a date?" Jonathan changed the subject. "Hey look," he said, pointing to the tiny stage, where a young woman wearing garish makeup and a very odd turquoise pantsuit was getting ready to perform, "Looks like we're going to have some entertainment tonight!" "Oh my God!" Alex laughed. "That singer looks like a Euro trash airplane stewardess!" "But what's up with that outfit?" Jonathan noted. "It looks kind of medieval, too. Maybe that's what stewardesses wore in the Renaissance!" he laughed. "Or at a Renaissance fair." Alex added, laughing. "Jonathan, you have the weirdest taste in restaurants! Actually, you have the weirdest taste in everything!" The boys watched as the singer began to play some eerie Romanian folk music on the synthesizer. The synthesizer sound gave the traditional music an odd new wave edge. Then the woman began to sing. That's when Alex realized that the singer was actually a transvestite. Alex turned to Jonathan, stunned. "Jonathan, that's no lady!" he gasped. "That's really a guy!" "You didn't notice?" Jonathan asked, smiling. "You can usually tell a drag queen by the Adam's apple." Alex shook his head, smiling. "How the hell did you find this place? This is totally weird!" When the waitress came around, Jonathan picked up the menu. "For an appetizer, we're going to split an order of cascaval pane. I'm going to have the – I'm not even going to try to pronounce this," Jonathan told the waitress, pointing to the menu. "Oh, the tochitura ardeleneasca?" "Yeah, that's it." The waitress turned to Alex. "And you?" "The uh, schnitzel thing. With the beet salad." "Snitel and beet salad, ok." Dinner was rather awkward. Alex didn't quite know what to say to Jonathan at that point. The sexual tension between the two boys was very intense. At the end of the meal, the waitress asked the boys if they wanted any dessert. Jonathan opened up the dessert menu. "I'll have a glass of the Tokaji," he said. The waitress frowned. "I need to see ID," she grumbled. Jonathan took out his wallet and handed the waitress his driver's license. Alex was perplexed. He knew Jonathan was too young to order alcohol. Did the boy have a fake ID? Would the waitress even fall for it? "I cannot serve you," the waitress said, handing Jonathan's license back to him. Jonathan did not seem bothered at all. "Could I speak to the manager, please?" The waitress ignored him and started walking back to the kitchen. To Alex's surprise, Jonathan got up and started following her. "Alex, you stay there. I'll take care of this." Then he addressed the waitress again. "I'd like a tour of the kitchen, too. I'm very interested in international cuisine." Alex sat alone at the table, watching the new-wave drag queen play her weird music. He had butterflies in his stomach. He had known Jonathan for about three months, and in that time he had begun to fall madly in love with the boy. And even though he knew Jonathan might be also interested in him on some level, the older boy always prevented Alex from going any further than a few kisses. But he had the feeling that on that evening something special would happen. And that feeling made Alex nervous as hell. After about five minutes, Jonathan came back to the table. To Alex's surprise, the waitress, looking very unhappy, followed him with two glasses of wine on her tray. She placed one glass in front of Alex and one glass in front of Jonathan. When the waitress left, Alex stared at Jonathan in amazement. "How the hell did you pull that off?" he asked. "Oh, you just have to know how to talk to people. Try the wine. Have you ever had Tokaji before?" "I really don't know anything about wine." Alex didn't like to admit to Jonathan that he had very limited experience with alcohol. Aside from having a few sips of his dad's beer, the only time he had ever really gotten drunk was when Oscar had smuggled a bottle of vodka in his backpack during a school field trip. From what he remembered, they both had gotten pretty sick that day, and were suspended from school for a week. Alex's parents were devastated; it was the first, last and only time that their innocent son had gotten in trouble in school. "It's a sweet wine," Jonathan explained. "I know a little about wine because my dad likes wine. He's let me try a few Australian Tokays, but this is the first time I've ever had a real Hungarian Tokaji." Alex took a small sip. The wine was delicious. At that moment he felt very special, and just a little bit grown up. Here he was on a romantic date with a mysterious older boy, in a nice restaurant and drinking fine wine. Alex smiled and held up his glass. "Na zdrowie!" "Na zdrowie!" Jonathan repeated as their wine glasses clinked together. "Did I say that right?" "Yeah," Alex said as he took a sip of the wine. Then he leaned back and stretched his leg out until he could feel Jonathan's leg under the table. The good meal and the wine were starting to make him relax, and he started to get bolder as he began rubbing up against the older boy's leg under the table. Jonathan responded by smiling and stretching his legs out more. Alex was pleased when Jonathan began rubbing back. Alex reached down under the table and placed his hand on Jonathan's knee. Alex was starting to get an erection. So was Jonathan. "If you'd like," Jonathan said, reaching under the table to put his hand on top of Alex's, "we could go back to my place for a little while. My parents went out to see my sister in a school play, so we should have the house to ourselves for the night." "Yeah, I'd like that." "If you'd like to drink a little more, I've got a bottle of absinthe in my room," Jonathan added. "Real clandestine Swiss absinthe, bought before it was legalized. Would you like to try some?" "What's absinthe?" "It's wormwood liquor," Jonathan explained. "It was very popular with artists and writers before the turn of the century. It was reputed to cause delirium and madness, and that's why it was banned." "You're into like the weirdest stuff, Jonathan!" Alex laughed. "But I've come to expect that from you!" ""You don't have to try it if you don't want to. I just thought I'd offer, since it is something rather unusual that I thought you might like to try." Alex thought about it for a moment. The wine was making him feel more relaxed and a bit bolder. Alex figured that if they both had a few drinks in them, he might have a better chance of seducing the older boy. Alex was seriously hoping that he could get Jonathan to go a little farther than just kissing. "Sure," he said. "That sounds like fun." The boys finished their wine, paid the bill, and Jonathan drove them back to his house. When they got back to Jonathan's house the boys headed straight for Jonathan's room. Jonathan took Alex's coat and hung it up for him. Then he went into a little cabinet in his closet and pulled out the bottle of absinthe and put it on the floor next to where Alex was sitting. "There's a whole ritual to this," Jonathan explained. "I need some water and some sugar cubes." Alex laughed. "You sure do like rituals, don't you?" "Rituals make everything a little more special. You stay there, Alex. I'm gonna get the stuff we need. Be back in a sec." While Jonathan was in the kitchen, Alex noticed one of the older boy's t-shirts on the floor. He picked it up and sniffed it. He could smell Jonathan's wonderful cologne coming from the t-shirt. Then he sniffed the armpit area, breathing in deeply as Jonathan's pleasant, musky scent filled his nostrils. Alex got an instant erection. When he heard Jonathan's footsteps, he hastily put the t-shirt back where Jonathan had tossed it. Jonathan set the two glasses down in front of Alex. On top of each glass was a little slotted spoon with a sugar cube on top. Alex watched as Jonathan carefully poured the liquor over the sugar cubes. Then he picked up a lighter and lit both sugar cubes. The alcohol made the sugar cube burst into flames. Alex gasped. "You're totally gonna burn down the house!" he scolded. "Don't worry, that's what the water is for!" Jonathan doused the flames by pouring a little water over each sugar cube. Then he took a glass, picked up the spoon and stirred it around in the absinthe and water mixture until the sugar dissolved as much as possible. Then he took the spoon out and handed it to Alex. He did the same with his own glass. Alex waited for Jonathan before he took a sip. When Jonathan's glass was ready, Alex held his glass up for a toast. "Na zdrowie!" "Na zdrowie!" The two glasses clinked together, and each of the boys took a sip. "Hey, this is pretty good!" Alex exclaimed. "Tastes a bit like licorice or something like that." "I'm glad you like it." Jonathan was staring at Alex intensely as he took another sip of his absinthe. "You're such a shy boy, Alex. I like that. But every once in a while you like to be the center of attention, don't you?" "Yeah," Alex admitted. "I am kind of shy a lot of the time. But do like the attention you give me," he added, blushing. "Since we met," Jonathan said, "I've started to get the feeling that you are going through some intense changes in your personality these days." "That's true," Alex agreed. "Sometimes I feel like a totally different person. Especially since, uh, our first kiss." "You've got such an innocent little boy smile, but I can tell from your eyes that you have a sinister side," Jonathan continued, slowly moving closer to the boy. "I can see that there's more than meets the eye with you." Alex was blushing. Jonathan could read him like a book! Alex knew that the older boy could sense his hunger, his desire, hiding deep within. Alex began moving closer to Jonathan as well. The two boys were sitting cross-legged on the floor, their knees almost touching. Alex wanted to put his hand on Jonathan's knee again, but he was feeling way too nervous to do it. When he had first met Jonathan, he could pretend that stuff like that had been accidental. But now he knew that Jonathan knew differently. Alex could not hide his feelings for the older boy, and he desperately feared rejection. "You know me so well, Jonathan!" Alex exclaimed. "You know me better than all my other friends! And we've only known each other for about three months!" "I told you I was a good judge of character. I could also tell that there was something special about you. Remember when we first met?" Alex thought back to the first time he saw Jonathan in the Chrystall Dragon Bookshop. "Remember that feeling?" Jonathan continued. "That instant connection we had?" "Yeah," Alex said, finally getting brave enough to gently put his hand on Jonathan's knee. Jonathan just smiled. "You've been feeling guilty about your natural sexual desires, haven't you?" Jonathan asked, leaning over so he could look deeper into the boy's eyes. "Especially your feelings for me. You've been struggling with these feelings for a while now, haven't you?" Alex nodded. "Since we first met, I knew I wanted to be with you," Alex whispered. Jonathan gently stroked the boy's cheek. Alex shivered. "You're very protective of your heart," Jonathan said, pointing to the younger boy's chest. "You've got a little magic circle around it, and you keep everyone outside it until YOU are ready to let them in." All Alex could do was nod, his mouth slightly open. He wanted so much to tell Jonathan that he was ready to let the older boy into his heart, but he just didn't have the courage to say it. Suddenly, Jonathan yawned and looked at the clock radio on his nightstand. The time was 11:11. Jonathan turned to Alex and said, "I'm feeling a little tired. Let's call it a night C'mon, Alex. I'll take you home." Alex's heart sank. If Jonathan didn't want to have sex with him, Alex wondered, why did he keep leading him on like that? Jonathan picked up the empty absinthe glasses and put them on the nightstand. Then he handed Alex his jacket and put on his own coat. Sadly, Alex reached for the doorknob to let himself out of the older boy's room. Jonathan was right behind him. He could feel the older boy's warm breath on his neck. Alex put his hand on the doorknob and began to turn it. That was when he felt Jonathan's hand clasp around his. Alex gasped as he let go of the doorknob. He turned around to look at Jonathan. Jonathan grabbed the boy, turned him around and pushed him roughly against the door. Jonathan kissed him - invaded his mouth with that intense hunger that caught Alex off guard. Although this was by no means their first kiss, to Alex it was much more intense than any other kiss he had ever experienced. Jonathan kissed Alex with the kind of hunger that left him trembling and wondering if there would be anything left of him when the older boy was finished. But this time there was something different in the way Jonathan's tongue moved against his, something different in the possessive way his hands held onto Alex, in the way his breathing hitched and the way his heartbeat felt against the younger boy's chest. Alex heard himself gasp, "I love you, Jonathan!" He was trembling with emotion, and his voice had chosen that moment to crack. Alex was embarrassed at how pathetic his confession of love sounded. Jonathan pulled his coat off, tossed it on the floor, and then began slowly unzipping the younger boy's jacket. "You're not going anywhere," Jonathan grinned wickedly. "Call your mom and tell her you're staying with me tonight." Alex was overjoyed, and even more nervous now that he was certain that something sexual was about to happen. Nervously, he called his mother and told her that he was staying over Jonathan's for the night. She was not very happy with his decision but she agreed to let him stay over the older boy's house. When Alex put his phone back in his pocket, Jonathan was already on the bed, waiting for Alex to join him there. Alex kicked his sneakers off and jumped onto the bed next to Jonathan. The older boy pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him. Jonathan was now straddling Alex, holding him by the wrists as he started to kiss the younger boy wildly. Alex was in ecstasy as Jonathan's tongue explored his mouth. He felt so vulnerable with Jonathan on top of him, restraining his wrists, controlling him. Alex was eager to submit to Jonathan, and at that moment would have done anything to please the boy. They were both breathless and a little wild-eyed when Alex's mind finally caught up with him, and he pushed Jonathan away. He hadn't been squirming and thrusting beneath Jonathan's furious fiery caresses for more than a minute when he felt a sudden pang of guilt about what he was doing. He fought his way out of Jonathan's mouth. "Jonathan," he said softly, "is this wrong?" "What?" the older boy asked, looking bewildered. "We can't - this - it's," Alex didn't know what he was saying, only that they couldn't continue like this. If they lost themselves in passion now, without thinking things through, it might destroy everything. "Are you scared, Alex?" "Just - let's slow down a little, okay?" Jonathan studied him carefully for a few long seconds. Then he nodded. "Okay." "Uh, Jonathan?" "Yeah?" "I'm kinda embarrassed to ask you this." "Ask me anyway." Alex gently touched Jonathan's lip ring with his finger. "Could you, uh, take it out? Just when we kiss? If you don't mind." Jonathan giggled. "Oh, is that what's bothering you? Yeah, I can take it out." Jonathan sat up and removed the ring, placing it on his night stand. Then he returned his attention to the boy on the bed. Jonathan smiled, and his eyes were deep and dark and full of emotions Alex had never seen before. They kissed again, a kiss that seemed to last forever. Jonathan let go of the younger boy's wrists. Alex embraced Jonathan, pulling him closer. Two hearts beating together. Alex pulled Jonathan's face closer to his, running his hands through the older boy's hair. Another kiss. Alex could feel Jonathan's erection pressing against his leg. Something wild and dangerous lit in Alex's eyes, and giving Jonathan no time to react, he put his hand on the front of Jonathan's jeans and squeezed. Then Jonathan started rubbing Alex as well - Alex realized he was hard and he didn't know if his body had reacted that quickly to Jonathan's touch or if it had started a long time earlier. He had been too focused on Jonathan to even notice what was going on below his own waistline. Alex knew he couldn't wait any longer. He got out from under Jonathan's embrace and switched positions – this time Alex got on top of Jonathan. Slowly he opened the topmost button on Jonathan's shirt and placed a kiss on the hollow of his throat. Then he opened the rest of the buttons, one at a time, kissing every patch of skin that was bared. Alex lingered near Jonathan's chest, sniffing the musky odor from the boy's armpits and the arousing cologne from the boy's neck. Jonathan made a sound that was halfway between a moan and a contented sigh, and buried his fingers in Alex's hair. After undoing the last button Alex nuzzled the skin right above the waistline of Jonathan's jeans. Slowly, he reminded himself, and instead of going further he straightened and pulled Jonathan's shirt off, dropping it on top of the other clothing scattered on the floor. Almost reverently he touched Jonathan; let his hands and eyes roam over Jonathan's shoulders, his chest, and his stomach. "Alex," Jonathan breathed, and lifted his eyes to the younger boy's face. His eyes were shining, and he pulled Alex in for a kiss. "My turn," Jonathan said as his lips left the younger boy's mouth. Then he went on to remove Alex's shirt in the same adoring way Alex had removed his, and the two boys lost themselves in a world of soft kissing and gentle caresses. Alex took one look at Jonathan's face, and reading the triumphant challenge there, he pushed away his fears and doubts and pushed his hand down the front of Jonathan's boxers. It was a relief to know that Jonathan was just as excited as he was. A thrilling sort of relief, he thought and moved his hand a little. Jonathan gasped, and Alex grinned as he felt his friend getting even harder. Then, somehow, his boxers were open and Alex's hands were inside, and things were becoming infinitely more exciting. Jonathan noticed that Alex's hands were trembling as they removed that last piece of clothing, and there was something almost shy in the way Alex kept averting his eyes from Jonathan's every few seconds, and then looking back. Cautiously, Alex pulled off Jonathan's boxers, but when he moved to do the same to his own, Jonathan stopped him with a hand on his wrist. "Let me," he murmured. Alex nodded. Alex began to notice that the pressure in his groin was growing painful. Without thinking he slid a hand down to relieve it, but the cock his fumbling fingers encountered was not his own. And when he finally touched Jonathan's erection, it was with careful and reverent tenderness – how long had he been waiting for that very moment? The two boys were intertwined; hands on each other's hard cocks, stroking vigorously. They were lying on their sides on the bed, tongues engaged in an erotic duel. Alex focused almost exclusively on the sensations inside his mouth as he gripped Jonathan's cock tightly. Jonathan's tongue thrust deeper inside, and Alex could taste the older boy's saliva flowing into his mouth. He swallowed. He loved every moment of it. It wasn't long before Jonathan's passionate kisses sent Alex over the edge. Alex broke the sweet, electric kiss when Jonathan skillfully brought him to orgasm. He cried out and then shook all over as he sprayed the hot sperm into Jonathan's palm and up his arm. Jonathan groaned with him and held on, continuing to stroke until Alex had gone still. When Jonathan pulled his hand away, he raised his sticky fingers to his face, moving it close enough to sniff. Still gasping for breath, Alex watched in fascination; then, tentatively, he strained upwards, flicking his tongue out against Jonathan's fingers. Jonathan lowered his hand, trembling when Alex licked it; at the look in the other boy's eyes, Alex sucked in a finger. With a harsh groan, Jonathan grabbed at his free wrist, pulling it back to his groin, begging, "Now, please!" Alex sucked more insistently on the finger in his mouth and wrapped his other hand around Jonathan's swollen cock. Jonathan pushed frantically into Alex's strokes, his breath coming in short gasps, though it only encouraged Alex, who took another finger between his lips and shifted his legs to give the other boy more leverage. The new angle let Jonathan press his chest against Alex, and, moaning, his rhythmic thrusts dissolved in hot liquid pulses. Alex held on tight to Jonathan for a few moments, listening to his harsh breathing and enjoying the novel feel of someone else's cum on his skin. Then he gently pushed his friend's weight off of him, rolling him onto his back. When Jonathan peered up at him, Alex smiled shyly before leaning over him, ducking his head with great care to lick up the sweat at the base of Jonathan's throat. "All right?" he asked, softly. "Oh," said Jonathan, which seemed to be the only word he remembered. "Oh." Then he squirmed as Alex's tongue tickled him, giggling unexpectedly. Taking this as encouragement, Alex reached out for Jonathan's hand, which he brought up to his mouth. He licked the palm, trailing his tongue over and around each finger before he pressed a kiss to the wrist and released the hand. Then he moved back to the boy's neck, lapping away the sweat with broad strokes of his tongue before going lower, tasting each nipple, feeling delighted when he heard Jonathan gasp. He paused a moment and took a breath before he bent over Jonathan's belly and began to lick up as much of the older boy's cum as he could while one of his hands trailed idly up Jonathan's leg. Alex gasped again. The fingers that he has just licked clean slid into his hair. All his senses seemed to be heightened; Jonathan's scent was all over him, and he could still taste the other boy's mouth on his. Even when there were no more traces of cum left on the other boy's skin, Alex continued licking him. As he worked his way back up Jonathan's ribcage, he pushed himself a little higher, pressed a knee between Jonathan's thighs and leaned more fully over him. Eventually they were nose-to-nose again, and Alex peered down into Jonathan's eyes, smiling shyly once more. "I love you, Jonathan." "I love you too, Alex. You were fantastic!" Jonathan pulled the covers over them and held the younger boy tightly. "Good night, my love," he whispered softly into Alex's ear. To Be Continued Are you enjoying my story? I hope you are. If you like, you can check out my other stories on Nifty: Kai and the Ghost Boy in the Sci-Fi/Fantasy section, Tanner's Talent in the Adult/Youth section, Where's Willy? in the Encounters section, Smelly Sneakers for Skyler in the Young Friends section and Skyler Gives a Foot Rub in the Adult/Youth section. If you want to get to know me a little better, feel free to email or chat with me, or check out my MySpace page, which is http://www.myspace.com/sebastianfforde. My Yahoo ID is sebastianfforde.