You're the Only One...Aren't You?

Chapter 3: "Death To Your Heart"
[Part 2]
[Jayy's P.O.V]

I heard a car door slam shut and it jolted me awake. I looked around, but didn't see anything - not until I looked into our drive way. "What the fuck," I asked myself in my mind, "Why is HE here? Dahvie's going to be pissed if he sees him here..." I gently leaned Dahvie against the front door and stood up, putting my hoodie over his lap, and walking out to the drive way to greet our old friend Garrett Ecstasy. "Hey Jayy," he said, smiling at me, "I came over to apologize for everything that happened. I hope we don't have a personal problem, and I know I need to apologize to Dahvie more so than to you, but I hoped maybe we could hang out a bit before Dahvie gives me his answer?" I blinked a few times and stared at him, then looked back at Dahvie. "Um," I started quietly, then looked back to Garrett, "yeah, I guess, but I need to wake Dahvie up and get him inside first - we slept out here since 6:30 this morning." Garrett arched his left eyebrow slightly, but didn't ask why; he only nodded and smiled. "I'll move the car and stuff, just in case he doesn't really feel up to seeing me right now...I don't want to start a fight or anything. I'll be just down the street." He walked off to his car, got in and started it, then drove it down the street and out of site like he told me. I was a bit shocked still, but I made my way over to Dahvie and woke him up, getting him back inside and he was so tired that he passed out again when he laid on the bed. Smiling, I went into my room and quickly got changed, then locked the front door and walked outside down the street to where I'd seen Garrett drive.

Garrett was leaning against the driver door of his car, texting someone, and he looked up at me and waved a bit. I just flicked my wrist slightly, allowing a small wave back as a smile slipped a bit onto my lips. Finally I was standing next to him at the car, and he put his phone away, turning to me. "So, where do you want to go," he asked, pushing his hands into his jean pockets. "I really don't know," I said, smiling a bit bigger at him. "Well, have you eaten lunch yet," he asked, shrugging his shoulders slightly. I blinked a few times and shook my head no. Just how long had Dahvie and I been asleep there? "Well, it's about 12:45pm," Garrett said, "so how about we head to Denny's or something?" Oh wow. I'd been asleep there for about 6 hours...Dahvie must be exhausted to sleep that long, and still pass out when I got him to his bed. "Sure, why not?" I replied, then went around to the other side of the car, climbing in and fastening my seat belt. Garrett climbed in on the driver's side and fastened his seat belt, starting the car and driving towards out destination.

Finally we got there, laughing and talking like the old days. It felt good to actually connect with him again, and to be able to bring up great memories and stories like we used to do. We found a table and ordered our food, and finally when it got to us we ate happily. There wasn't an awkward silence once, and I realized how much I missed Garrett. "Hey," I said, looking up at him, "What made you want to come hang out?" He finished chewing his food and swallowed, shrugging a bit as he said, "I was looking through some old videos of all of us, and I really missed those times, y'know?" We both smiled and finished our food half an hour later, since we were still talking and laughing. "I'm really glad you came over, actually," I said, looking down at the table. "And why's that," Garrett asked, seeming happy but a little confused. "Well, because I was sleeping on the porch for one," I grinned and continued, "and also because I needed to get out tonight and actually go hang out with people. Dahvie's probably going to go find another girl to fuck with," I sighed, the smile disappearing, "but maybe I'll have someone to chill with, y'know?" Garrett frowned slightly and leaned over the table a bit to me, whispering, "Jayy...I'm so sorry," I looked up because he sounded so serious, and I didn't know what he was talking about, "But I'm going to get you totally fucked up tonight." We both grinned after he finished his sentence, and we got up after paying, heading towards his car again.

After a few hours of driving around, we decided to go to Garrett's house. I knew who his sister was, and I frowned a bit, not wanting to see her after what happened. He reassured me everything was okay and that she was out with her friends to try and get over Dahvie, and I nodded. "I'm just glad she's moving on," I replied, sighing a bit, "but it's hard because it hurt Dahvie, too." Garrett nodded a bit, and turned on the radio. We were both laughing and singing along to "Call Me Maybe" as it blasted outside the open windows of his car, not even caring what everyone thought even though we were getting several looks. Eventually we made it to Garrett's house, and I figured out he didn't live too far from us. We both hopped out of the car and got inside his house, and he walked into the kitchen, asking if I wanted a drink. "Sure," I answered and smiled a bit, looking around his house, "Damn, bro. I need to come here more often," I laughed quietly to myself, taking in all of the pot posters and black light stuff all over his living room. He chuckled and walked in, handing me a bottle of Coor's Light beer; I took it, grateful for the moment where I could kick back and relax finally. Another few hours passed; I checked the time and it was 9:26pm.

"Oh crap," I said, "I have to go home...Dahvie's probably worried about me." Garrett frowned a bit because we had just been laughing loudly and I was trying to teach him how to belly dance. "Jayy...why don't you call him and stay the night," he said, tilting his head a bit to the left, "I mean...neither of us are in driving condition...we've been drinking." I sighed, realizing that he was right; we'd been drinking, and even if it was only a little, neither of us wanted to take the chance. "I...all right...fine, I'll call him," I told him, getting up and grabbing Garrett's house phone and dialing in the house number. A few rings went by, and finally I heard, "Hello...?" I smiled a bit and said, "Hey Dahvie, I just wanted to let you know I'm still alive. I'm hanging out with a friend right now, and I'm staying the night here - neither of us are in driving condition." There was a long pause, and just as I was about to say "Dahvie?" he answered me. "All right. I'll talk to you tomorrow then," and then a click accompanied by the dial tone. I thought back to the tone in his voice; he seemed relatively upset with me, and I frowned. Garrett caught my attention again, because as I set down the phone on the kitchen counter, I felt his arms wrap around me from behind and his hands place themselves on my chest. He was hugging me, and I felt him kiss my neck gently, whispering, "Are you all right, Jayy...? What happened," by my ear. I shivered slightly, getting goosebumps from the kiss and his whisper, and I replied with, "I don't know...Dahvie seems upset."

Garrett hugged me a bit tighter, tracing his fingers down my chest lightly and slowly, "I'm sorry...maybe you woke him up or something?" I doubted that Dahvie could sleep that long - could he? Maybe...but Dahvie was a light sleeper, and he'd already slept for a long period of time. I was still surprised that he hadn't woken up when the car door slammed. At this point, I snapped my attention back to Garrett because I felt his fingertips trailing along my pants line, down until they reached the elastic on my boxers. I swallowed hard and my cheeks started to turn red, the blood rushing to them as I tensed up a bit, but Garrett continued - this time he bit my neck. A small moan escaped from my throat, through my lips and into the air, audible enough for Garrett to hear it, which seemed to give him satisfaction since he did it again. He was a bit rougher this time, and his hands were under my shirt. Garrett lightly trailed his finger nails against my stomach as he bit my neck the second time, and that was enough to make me moan slightly louder, giving me more goosebumps. I shook my head gently and pulled away, turning to him. "G-Garrett," I said, rubbing my neck a bit where he had bitten it, "y-you can't just do that...to me, okay?" As I told him this, he moved closer to me and he sighed, saying, "I'm sorry, Jayy...I'm not going to lie, I really...like...you. I have for a long time, but I didn't want to say anything because of the crap that happened between Dahvie and I."

I could understand why he wouldn't want to say anything; Dahvie was my best friend, and I wouldn't want to be in the middle of them fighting. "I know...I'm sorry...I...I really like you too, Garrett," I said, looking at the ground. I did - I really meant it; I liked Garrett, and I couldn't deny it. I had liked him for a long time as well, and I knew what it was like to get rejected by someone you liked or loved. It hurts, and it's probably one of the worst pains you could ever feel. Daniel was the one to show me that...2 years ago, and it still hurts like a bitch. Garrett had his arms wrapped around me, hugging me tightly with his cheek resting on my chest, he whispered, "Then kiss me...I felt alone for the longest time...Jayy...I really missed you." I looked down at him, and he looked up at me...he was so adorable...so attractive. I leaned in a bit and pressed my lips to his gently, hugging him closely to my chest. His lips were warm and welcoming, and I felt his body formed to mine, like it was meant to fit mine. Garrett's arms wrapped up and around the back of my neck gently, as I deepened the kiss between us, poking my tongue at his lips for entrance, my eyes closing as his did. He allowed my tongue to slip into his mouth, and I trailed my tongue over his slowly, exploring.

I felt his hands slip from my neck to my belt, and he unbuckled it, unbuttoning my pants slowly as well. I tried to focus on the kiss more so than my pants now being unzipped, and I kept a slow pace with the kiss so we didn't rush into it. He broke the kiss and I felt his lips on my neck, slowly moving down as he pushed up my shirt and kissed along my tattooed torso, down to my navel, where he stopped. I looked down at him, feeling the blood in my face practically boiling from embarassment, but I couldn't understand why I was so embarrassed in front of Garrett. He stood, taking my hand and leading me into his bedroom down the hall. He opened the door and gently pulled me in, closing it behind us as he pushed me lightly backwards onto his bed. He straddled me lightly, laying me back - then he started to roll his hips a bit against mine. I gripped the blanket next to me slightly with my right hand, staring up at Garrett as he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine once more; this time he poked my lips with his tongue for entrance, closing his eyes. I parted my lips gently and let his tongue in, taking turns at our tongues being on top. He grinded his hips against mine, and I let out another soft moan, breaking the kiss as I did so. We both opened our eyes, and I saw him smiling a bit; he slid down slowly, taking my pants off, then letting his tongue trail along my chest and down to the rim of my boxers. I shivered softly, part of me saying this was wrong and part of me wishing he'd just take me already. Wish granted.

The next thing I knew, he slid off my boxers and tossed them to the floor with my pants. I was totally exposed to Garrett, all except my shirt, but even that was pushed up to my shoulders so that my chest was shown. He was smiling as he gently took my shaft into his hand, his mouth sliding over the tip of my member, then his head slowly bobbing up and down, my shaft going deeper and deeper with each bob. I gently arched my back, closing my eyes as I bit my lower lip gently - I wasn't expecting him to actually do anything, only to tease me. I faintly moaned as I felt his tongue poke at the tip of my member, then blushed bright as he started to move his head a little faster. I gripped the blanket a bit tighter as his hand started to pump up and down slowly against the bobbing of his head, making me moan louder. He started moving his hand faster, and then moved it farther down on my shaft as he started to deep throat my member, slowing down a bit. My eyes opened and I grasped the blanket to my left instead of my right, taking my right hand and placing it gently on the back of Garrett's head to encourage him, moaning louder and biting my lower lip a bit harder. I closed my eyes again, trying to relax a bit because my back had arched a bit more.

I managed to relax slightly, but of course just as I did Garrett started to give me head faster again, changing the speed so I didn't know what to expect. He had caught me off guard, and I moaned loudly, covering my mouth with my left hand and keeping my right hand on the back of his head gently. I gripped his hair, making sure I didn't hurt him, and bit my lower lip harder, almost expecting it to bleed. A few minutes later, I couldn't control myself, and I moaned out, "Garrett, st-stop...I'm...I'm gonna...I'm gonna cum, please...st-stop!" He didn't. At this point my body was tense, trying to hold back from cumming in his mouth. He only pulled back and started tracing the tip of his tongue along the tip of my member, then sucking lightly on my tip until I couldn't hold it in any longer. I moaned louder than the rest I had done, and felt my body relax - I also felt myself release, and felt him stop sucking slowly. He stood up and was blushing, and he disappeared from his room for a few minutes. When he came back, he was smiling and he leaned in and kissed my forehead gently. "You know...you're really adorable when you moan, and when you're pleased," he whispered into my ear. I felt my face get really hot, and I couldn't help but smile. "Th...thanks," I whispered back, and he went through his dresser drawers pulling out clothes for both of us to wear. He handed me a pair of black boxers and a white tank top to wear, and he set his clothes on the bed in front of him, undressing.

I couldn't help but stare at him for a few minutes, and I saw him blush deeply and tilt his head a bit to the right, still smiling. "Any particular reason you're staring at me nude," he asked quietly, pulling on the red and white striped tank top he picked out for himself. I shook my head no, but of course there was...I was staring at his member because he was pretty big. I just blushed deeply and closed my eyes, laying there on the bed. He straddled me for a few seconds, causing me to open my eyes, and he leaned down and crushed his lips gently to mine. I smiled against the kiss, and he broke it, climbing off of me and finished getting dressed. He was about to walk out of the room, when he looked back at me and winked, "Goodnight, Jayy. I'll see you tomorrow, 'kay?" I nodded slowly and he closed the door. A few minutes passed by, and I got up and finally got dressed in the clothes he set out for me, then turned off the light and climbed under the covers of the bed. I slowly fell asleep, having a smile on my face; but it wasn't Garrett who I was thinking of. Dahvie came to mind, and I couldn't wait to see him tomorrow...to see his perfect smile, and beautiful body...