Date: Wed, 25 Jul 2007 05:29:36 +0000
From: MC
Subject: Some Winter

This was written with the intention of being a satire, but it evolved into
something I'm pretty proud of. Hope you enjoy.

				Some Winter

He admitted that the only reason we slept at his house was because his
parents never checked how much beer was left at the end of the day. At
least that's all he admitted at the time, during small breaks in whispered
breaths as we finished another six-pack. And this weekend his parents were
out of town so I'm sure he was waiting for this for a while. It hard to be
any more obvious then when someone as close as down the street calls three
times to check if "we're still up for tonight." Many things were up for
that night.

When I arrived, the sun was already setting on this late October day and
the front door was open, some psychedelic shit seeping out a stereo far
from the front of the house. The slutty bass of the noise strongly opposed
the serene scene as the sun littered light passed the kitchen's windows
over the uncleaned dishes and towels in the kitchen. The adults had only
been away for one day.

I dropped my white sleeping bag by the front door and looked for wherever
the noise was. I started for the basement where some light was coming from
but it was the TV flashing the scores of a failed Super Smash match with
potato chips pieces and aluminum cans covering the egg white carpet. I
headed back up the stairs when I heard some thudding from above, and then
some moaning between the drum and synth solos. I thought maybe it was just
some imagination, but as I reached the top of the stairs in front of his
room I realized I was wrong. Directly in front of me was my best friend
since we were five; bonding over grasshoppers we caught to make them
fight. But now he was dancing in front of me in a brilliant pink light
stolen from downstairs, his eyes tightly closed as he danced around his
clothes, naked.

The first time I ever saw him naked was when we were at the pond, maybe
seven years ago when we were eight, and I fell into the lake one winter
when the ice was too thin. He pulled me out and I had never been so
cold. He told me that my clothes would just make me colder and he would
give him some of his dry ones, but I didn't want him to see me naked so I
tried to act strong and fine. He didn't fall for it and started to unzip my
jacket and pull off my pants. I didn't stop him. When I was naked in front
of him, he took off all his clothes too, his pale skin almost blending
completely into the snow and the lightly falling snowflakes around us. I
stared at him, never before knowing what another guy looked liked, but he
then he exhaled a white cloud and yelled at me to choose what clothes I
wanted, so I did. But he certainly has grown up a lot since then, now with
some thin brown hair on his legs, arms, stomach, and just a little below...

But then I felt my pants tighten there and his eyes fixated somewhere on my
body.

"Sh-shit dude, get some clothes on," I managed. I walked into his room, as
nonchalant as I could, and dropped a bag on his bed. "I brought some
chips. But I saw you got enough on the floor downstairs."

"Yeah," he said while slipping up his boxers and pants at the same time,
"But those have been there for a few days. No one goes down there so we
could do anything and not be caught."

And for a second we just stayed there in silence, he still putting a dirty
red shirt on, his hair writhing in the fabric. He seemed pretty wasted
already, a sleepy smile on his face and his eyes half-closed. So I tried to
meet him where he was, putting down three every ten minutes, going on about
what girls we wanted to fuck, to which songs and other things I wasn't
paying attention to. I just focused on the taste of
can't-let-a-friend-suffer-through-whatever-it-is-this-time alone, `cause I
know I have to pay him back somehow. Never been able to make it up for a
kid who likes his distance.

And this was all normal, and the night didn't break pattern until about
midnight, when his sister called saying she was coming over to get a change
of clothes to stay "at" her boyfriend's. So we had to run around and throw
the cans and shit downstairs before she came, and just as I ran upstairs
the door started to unlock so I jumped into the washroom and closed the
door just as it opened downstairs. I could hear her muffled voice, bitching
to him about something, but I knew I had to be quiet or she'd tell my
parents we were alone.

I didn't realize I had to pee so bad. And maybe I was distracted by the
makeup mirror on top of the toilet, angled precisely to match my eyes to
just below the start of the stream, magnifying all it captures. This
curiosity made it hard to remain on target, and I couldn't even flush what
did make it since that would make too much noise. I just closed the lid and
contemplated his height being just an inch or two less than mine, and what
he would see in the mirror...

I was bored of hiding so I began going through the drawers. And below the
sink was some smelly copies of every kind of fetish-less porn magazine,
filled with stories, pictures, pull-outs. And out of one with underaged
naked boys embracing and watching a sunrise on the cover, a small
photograph came out with "August '04" written on the back. I reached to
flip it around but when I touched it my fingers got covered with a cold
slimy fluid. I was pretty grossed out so I flicked it back into the drawer
and closed it and began to wash my hands. I pushed on the soap container
and it ejaculated a pink soap that smelt like what his hands always smell
like.

Then I heard the door close downstairs and his voice saying, "Bye, bitch!"

I opened the bathroom door and saw him by the front door.

"You have a lot of pornos^×" but then I noticed his nose was bleeding, so I
finished washing my hands, got some tissues and went downstairs.

"Shit dude, I'm fine." He sighed. "Let's just go to bed."

A-hah, another time in which any form of genuine consideration is
refused. As kids, we were always quick to pass blame and walk away when any
disagreement arose, but being a little older taught me abandoning him now
wouldn't help much. He always was taller than me, and until the end of
third grade it seemed normal for him to always be the one towering. I
didn't like my altitude, as if I deserved some levels of superiority to
this kid who's never deserved a look down to.

...

"I usually sleep naked. You don't mind, do you?"

No, I said, and then finished off the can. I fell face-first into my pillow
and heard him peel his clothes off his moist body. He breathed deep and
flicked his hair out of his eyes, fixing a warm gaze on me. I could always
feel his pale blue orbs on my skin, so I peeked a look to see what he was
thinking through them but he was already moving from his bed and sliding
beside me.

"Can I sleep here? I want to be close to the beer."

His excuse seemed a little weak but of course I didn't stop him.

He let out a warm sigh and then was quiet for a few minutes. I couldn't
sleep, my heart beating fast feeling his stomach rise and fall against my
back. I hadn't kissed anyone in a long time and feeling anything warm and
moving made me pretty horny. So when he started to snore I did something I
wouldn't have if I wasn't trashed; I dropped my hand behind my back and
began to move onto him, looking for his bulge under the thin sheets. My
fingers made it to his belly button, so I followed it down to the tip of
his penis before he flipped onto his other side and exhaled loudly. I was
afraid he was awake and I scared him so I picked up my hand and rested it
under my chin and tried to get to sleep.

That was until I felt his hand on me, doing what I tried to do. I moved my
hand over my mouth and stopped myself from gasping, just laying there
wide-eyed, while he worked me good. He did it for less than a minute before
I knew I was going to blow, so I quickly said, "Stop!"

And he loosened his grip, but said, "Dude, you owe me. I've always liked
you. Just indulge me, tonight, please," and he started pulling my pants
down, how he did what seemed like days ago one winter.

I turned around and he stuck his tongue in my mouth. I never was kissed so
strongly, taken instead of taking, so I tried to match him and I didn't
want it to stop. I didn't know it could be this good. Then he went down and
started kissing me on the neck. I felt adventurous, so I let him travel
down my chest, around my belly button, following my small blonde happy
trail to my pubes, taking in my now engorged penis. He acted like he had a
lot of practice, moving perfectly around me.

His succulent penis was soon caressing the inside of my mouth. It wasn't
very long or thick but he knew how to handle it well this way too. I tried
to mimic his own actions, avoiding contact with my teeth and licking every
square inch of what he could give me, but I felt he deserved better than I
could provide. After a while he pulled out and put his hands on my jaw and
pulled my chin up to look at his face. All I could see was his smile and
those eyes. I had never seen him in this light, and I wanted to tell him
how beautiful he looked in it, but he was moving quickly and he grabbed me
by the arms and he dragged me onto the bed before he started. I closed my
eyes and just moaned, grabbing at the blankets on his bed and fastening my
feet on his back, my toes tensing as he ebbed and flowed over me. I began
to feel the warmth, the panting of our breaths in perfect unison like
children swinging with their best friends. I began to feel the climb to
climax mount, and tried to tell him but only a yelp escaped my lips, and my
legs tightened on his body and my fingers pulled the duvet from the
mattress. The strength my legs soon pushed him on top of me, his face
falling to my left.

Everything started to slow, and fade. Our breathing switch to inverse the
other, our bodies a still and singular silhouette under the new moon
outside and orange lights of downtown. He whispered something to me from
under the sheets but I couldn't make it out. I thought it appropriate to
respond by stroking his head, playing with his ear. He let out a small
giggle and moved his head onto my chest. He was still smiling. He then
closed his eyes and kissed me on the corner of my mouth.

"Thank you."