Sharing Warm Alcohol

Kellin's POV

Leave it to my friends organize a party in my house while my mother was away in a business trip across the country, leaving me by myself for a week. The reason I let them is still unknown. I had barely attended a few parties during my three year stance in that school. Not that they were bad, but the idea of getting wasted to oblivion didn't attract me at all. Until that night.

The party wasn't as big though, seeing it was merely the whole class celebrating the end of semester. I stood in the corner of my dining room next to the big mahogany table that had been pushed to the wall with all kinds of alcohol on top of it. My always trustworthy friend Jesse stood by me as Jack and Justin danced among the multitude in the living room.

I sipped the mix of tequila and soda in my cup while I stood by Jesse, both of us were practically brothers. We understood what the other was thinking merely by staring into each other's eyes. Much like right now after witnessing Vic Fuentes grinding between two slightly intoxicated girls. They were nice, I'd give them that.

Vic Fuentes was about two years older than us but somehow got held back for reasons nobody knew. But that only added a hint of mystery in him, attracting girls and a few boys attention. He was openly bisexual and everyone knew that. I heard people talking in school about the weekends they had spent with him and how good he was in bed. Everyone was crazy about him but me. He disgusted me. He was everything I despised; a cocky, arrogant and somehow charming dude.

I didn't know I was staring until my redhead friend nudged my side. "If I didn't knew any better, I'd say you're attracted to Fuentes."

I rolled my eyes and took another sip from my drink. "Sure."

"How many more until you're completely wasted?" Jesse asked once I had returned my stare to him.

I shrugged. "A couple more, maybe."

"Let's get wasted then?" My enthusiast friend screeched before ripping the empty cup of my hand and pouring what seemed like brandy and coke. More brandy than soda, that is.



I don't know how many drinks later, I found myself grinding against Vic. How I got there? I will never know. The last thing I remembered was Jesse and me drowning the alcoholic beverages like they were water.

"I thought you knew how to handle your alcohol better." The Mexican purred in my ear, somehow sending shivers down my spine.

I turned to look up at him and tried to glare but everything seemed hazy. "Shush." I slurred. "You don't know me."

Just in that moment the song ended and I walked away from him, annoyed.

I unlocked the door that led upstairs and went to disappear to my room but everything was moving way too much and I couldn't even climb the stairs so I opted for sitting at the bottom instead.

"You okay, man?" I heard a voice say from the door. When I looked up, my loyal friend was standing there looking at me concerned.

"Yeah, just dizzy." I slurred and closed my eyes, resting my head against the cold wall.

"Alright. Want me to help you go to your room?" I knew he was slightly less intoxicated than me but he could help me somehow so I nodded.

After tripping on our way up a couple of times, Jesse and I finally made our way into my room and I wasted no time throwing myself against the soft bed, settling on top of it and closing my eyes, letting out a sigh of relief. The redhead tried to copy my actions but instead of landing safely on the mattress, he ended up bouncing and fell to the floor giggling.

After laughing for a bit, we both fell in a comfortable silence. Jesse lay sprawled on the floor looking at the ceiling.

"So… I heard about Taylor and you in first year." I teased, my eyes closing.

"Nah, nothing happened man." Jesse sighed. "She kept flirting with me but I never knew if she was serious and she ended up dating Alex anyway."

"Well, that's sad." I said finally opening my eyes and staring at him. "You two would've made a couple."

"I guess so." He shrugged. "She's hot."

"Yeah, I'd fuck her." I giggled, earning a chuckle from my friend.

"You're drunk, Kels." He said getting up and leaving the room. I didn't know where and honestly I didn't care either.

I lay in bed for about fifteen minutes staring at my walls and thinking nonsense stuff about the artists on my posters, giggling. The alcohol had totally taken its toll on me. Of course I had drank before but not to this extent and honestly I liked the feeling. I liked not giving a fuck about anything and how giddy it made me feel. I felt like there was nothing to worry about.

Suddenly, a wave of nausea washed over me and I instantly got up from bed, stumbling to the bathroom and barely making it in time for me to pour the contents of my stomach in the ceramic bowl. I should've known I would get sick. It didn't help I had not been eating well since mom left because I was too lazy to make myself something to eat. My stomach was almost empty but I drank anyway.

Once I was done, I flushed the toilet feeling slightly better. I rinsed my mouth to get rid of the acid taste and went out of the bathroom. I stood outside with my head resting against the wall before deciding I should crawl to my bedroom instead so I wouldn't get dizzier. I didn't bother on turning on the light and finally found my bed, curling on it and closing my eyes, hoping the feeling would go away but it didn't; my head kept spinning.

I was falling asleep when I heard steps up the stairs, I thought it might've been Jesse so I didn't pay attention and kept my eyes closed.

I felt someone's presence in my room but they weren't speaking. "Fuck off, Jesse." I groaned. "I just threw up and I hate you." I mumbled against the pillow.

The person let out a chuckle and that was when I realized it wasn't Jesse who was leaning against my door frame but Victor Fuentes instead.

I instantly turned to the door and sat up on the bed, my back against the headboard. "What do you want?" I asked annoyed. "The party's downstairs."

"Yeah but my favorite person isn't." He said seductively, stalking his way closer to me like a predator would with its prey after closing and locking the door behind him.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. "Sure."

"I like you, Kellin." He said once he was on the foot of my bed.

I laughed loudly. "Are you fucking serious?!" I stared at him amused. "You like me so much you've practically slept with everyone in the school." I said sarcastically. "Makes perfect sense."

He didn't stop on the foot of my bed and started crawling his way to me. I stiffened in place and stopped laughing. For some strange reason, my heart was pounding and the palms of my hands were sweating a lot. Fuck teenage hormones.

He finally stopped inches away from my face and looked into my eyes. "They don't mean anything to me."

I could feel his hot breath inches away from my lips and I couldn't help but stare down at his inviting, plump lips. He smirked, realizing what effect he was having on me and came closer. Almost closing the space between us, he rubbed my thigh up and down with his right hand while his lips brushed against mine teasingly. Fuck his seductive ways.

Before I even realized what I was doing, my lips had already locked with his own. I felt his soft pink lips smiling into the kiss so I bit down on his bottom lip, earning a grunt from his part. His left hand snaked around my waist, and using his strength; he pulled me on his lap. Once he was content with the result, his hands made their way to my waist, and gripped rather roughly on it.

Pulling my legs on either side of him and finally feeling his chest against mine, my arms clawed at his back, tugging on Vic's long brown hair every now and then. The kiss grew heated, our bodies moving perfectly in sync and it was until I felt him grinding against me that I let out a loud moan. His tongue immediately made its way in my mouth. It tasted like alcohol but I wouldn't dwell on that while it explored my cavity.

Slowly, he pushed me against the bed and lay in middle of my legs, never breaking the kiss. My hands were hands roaming his back, trying to hold onto anything while he grinded down on me, creating friction and making me squirm under him. I hated being so sensitive but I couldn’t help it. There came a point where I couldn’t take it anymore and I detached our lips, letting a loud moan leave my mouth. His lips wasted no time on traveling south my jawline and down my neck, increasing the whimpers and moans leaving my lips.

“Thought you hated me.” He said right below my ear, his hot breath colliding against the skin and arising goose bumps on the back of my neck. I groaned and tangled my hands into his hair, bringing him eye level to me.

“I still do.” I said glaring straight into his eyes which were lust filled and even darker than they usually were. Not that I’ve noticed before.

Slowly, he moved his front against mine, making me gasp and I instantly closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling. “Doesn’t sound like it anymore.”

I had no time to spat anything back because his lips were on mine once again. And as much as I wanted to think of a reason of why this was wrong, my body wouldn't push him away so I just lay in bed with Vic on top creating friction I craved. The next thing I knew was that he was fumbling with the zipper of my jeans, and it was when it hit me what we were about to do. I panicked and pushed him away.

"No. Get out." I managed to say while evening my breathing.

He cocked an eyebrow and moved closer to me, that sly look in his eyes. "Come on, Kels." He purred merely inches away from my face. "I know you want me as much as I want you."

I groaned internally trying to clear my thoughts but that went down the drain the instant his lips met mine again. I couldn't deny that, indeed, I wanted him. Hesitantly, I moved my hands down to the hem of his shirt and tugged on it, signaling I wanted him out of it. We broke the kiss for a moment so we could throw them off and I couldn't help but admire his toned figure. His whole upper body was muscular, but not as much. He just looked really good and then there was me; lanky and pale.

He seemed to notice my lack of self-esteem because he smirked my way while licking his lips after his eyes roamed my body. My cheeks burned bright red and he chuckled. His hands went straight to my pants again, and this time he wasted no time on tugging them down and throwing them aside, leaving me in nothing but boxers.

"Have you done this before?" He whispered against my lips. I could feel his right hand sliding down my chest until he reached the hem of my underwear, his index finger hooking on it and tugging down, exposing my hipbones.

"Yeah." I choked out, the feeling of his hand snaking around my length making me moan. "Second drawer."

Hastily, he pulled away and retrieved the always trusty bottle of lube. He went to close the drawer but I stopped him and took a condom out too. He rolled his eyes but I didn’t care because the last thing I wanted to do was to catch anything from him.

Wasting no time on fore playing, he pushed my boxers all the way down, pouring a fair amount on his index finger. I spread my legs to him and he guided the digit to my entrance. To say it felt awkward was an understatement; it had been a long time since I had done this but he didn't seem to mind when he pushed a digit in and out of me. He looked straight into my eyes with pure lust while doing it and it was after he added a second finger that I felt slight pain. His face changed to one of concentration, as if he were looking for something and I didn't understand what until I jolted forward as a shock of pleasure flooded me when he touched that bundle of nerves inside of me. The little bastard kept hitting that spot dead on, making me squirm and moan loudly.

"Please." I moaned at him. "I need you."

After I let out those words out of my mouth, he nodded and removed his fingers out of me. I whimpered at the empty feeling but that changed into one of anticipation when he pulled his boxers all the way down. He was huge. Wrapping his hand around his member and flicking his wrist to make himself harder was one of the hottest sights I'd ever experienced. His chest moved up and down erratically with lips parted and eyes half lidded.

What seemed like forever after, he finally went to put the condom on but I snatched it from his hand and opened it with my teeth looking at him with big innocent eyes. I rolled the condom on him, taking my sweet time teasing him before squirting a good amount of lube on my hand and massaging his member in the most torturous way. I enjoyed watching his breathing uneven and how he bit his bottom lip to prevent any sound from leaving.

Finally letting go of him, I lay in bed again. He propped himself above me and wrapped my legs around his back, looking down to guide his tip to my entrance. I felt him slowly pushing in and I couldn't help but love the feeling of fullness he was providing, although it was quite painful still. To minimize the discomfort I was feeling, he leaned down to bite my neck and collarbones, whimpers leaving my mouth whenever his tongue ran over the bruised skin. That went on until his thighs hit the back of mine.

I waited a minute, evening my breathing and relaxing my muscles before squeezing his bicep to signal he was good to go. With hands on my hips, he instantly pulled back before ramming back in again, building a steady rhythm and making me squirm under his hold. His eyes darted across my face, smirking when I bit my lip down trying to prevent moans from leaving my mouth.

"Come on Kels, I wanna hear you scream." He said in a low seductive voice while rolling his hips, causing to arch my back and fit more of him into me. The action caused him to hit that spot inside, making me gasp and bury my short fingernails on his back. He lowered himself so his chest was against mine and whispered in my ear. "I know you love the feeling of me buried deep inside you."

There was a sexy edge on his voice and that was when I lost it. "Oh god, Vic." I moaned out loud, throwing my head back in ecstasy when he picked up his pace and I clawed at his back. "Please harder." I whimpered, loving the friction he created. "Fuck me harder."

With little droplets of sweat forming on his forehead and sliding down the side of his face, he obliged instantly; pulling almost all the way out before pushing in and hitting that spot dead on. I couldn't even form words as the pleasure rose and I felt the heat in my lower abdomen pool in. The grunts leaving his lips and the faces he made while slamming into me weren’t helping either. He was just so fucking hot.

“You’re so good, Kell.” He moaned into my ear. My back arched from the bed with legs still locked on his waist and my fingers still clung to his back like my life depended on it. “So tight.” He kissed my neck damply and I knew eventually there would be hickeys there, but he didn’t stop there and made his way up to my lips. The kiss grew heated and sloppy, his tongue slipping in my mouth and playing with my own but I couldn’t hold on much longer.

“P-please to-ouch me-e.” I begged, breaking the kiss apart. He wasted no time on wrapping his hand around my member and pumping it in time with his thrusts. And just after a few more tugs, I shoot white all over both of our chests. He kept pounding into my sensitive body, his thrusts becoming clumsier with each second passing, signaling he was about to climax too. And I wasn’t wrong, shuddering and cursing, he released inside the condom moaning my name before collapsing on top of me.

After catching our breaths, he finally pulled out, discarding the condom on the waste bin next my bed and then lay next to me. We both lay there on the bed staring up at the ceiling in a slightly comfortable silence until it hit me what had happened. I just had sex with Vic Fuentes. The guy I swore I hated with my whole soul and surprisingly; I didn’t regret a thing.