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Chapter 4: Party Boys

The party Danny was talking about turned out to be at some kid named Wes's house. We were killing time at Finn's until it got dark enough to head over. The den had the same lake house channel on we watched the other day.

I was lying down, propped on my elbow watching a guy tell a family what he was going to fix in their house when Finn came back from the kitchen with a sleeve of crackers and dropped onto the couch beside me. And then he kept going, sideways, until he was lying with his head near my hip and his legs stacked up over the far armrest. He reached back and hooked his arm around behind me, over my lower back, his forearm heavy across me, his hand resting on my side. He rested his chin on my ribs, and I felt warmth spread through me.

We didn't say anything about it, even as he pressed his chest up to my butt, basically hugging my lower half, using me as a body pillow to feel comfortable. He laid the crackers out on my leg, and watched the guy on TV pry up a sheet of subfloor as he ate crackers off my thigh. I was very aware of every movement as his other thumb moved a little against my ribs, back and forth, not even on purpose I don't think. His body was warm through my shirt and shorts. He had showered and his hair was still damp, and I could smell his soap, and under that, the smell of his natural body that I would have already recognized in a blackout.

I put my hand back behind me, finding his shoulder. We stayed there through the whole segment while he munched on the crunchy food. He laughed once at something and I felt the laugh come up through his back into my hand.

"I have a lot of fun with you," he said, out of nowhere, to the TV.

"Same," I said without looking at him, "obviously."

I sat there taking inventory in my head, because that's what I do sometimes instead of enjoying things. We had shown each other ourselves naked, twice each at least. We had gotten off together with his mom's back massager and his fist around both of us. We had massaged each other with no clothes on and he had put his thumb on my hole and I had put mine on his and neither of us said one word about it after. He had sent me a video of himself jerking off and shaking his ass in the mirror, as a joke, ostensibly.

And I pictured his face as much as his body. The cock, obviously, that heavy oversized thing that irreparably destroyed my whole ranking system. His butt, those two dense round cheeks that I now knew the exact feeling of under my palms. But also him looking down at me from several inches above me, with that casual expression, chewing, half smiling.

Danny: Truck is HERE

Danny: Get outside I'm doing pickups

Finn read it upside down off my screen and groaned and hauled himself up off me, and the whole side of my body cooled where he'd been.

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Wes's house was already loud when we got there. Danny walked in ahead of us with his arms out, hugging guys, shouting at a girl on the stairs about the truck, and pretty quickly he had a station set up by the drinks and was running his mouth at anyone who slowed down near him. He's genuinely good at that.

I did what I always do at parties, which is find a wall with a decent view and hold a red cup with water in it that I barely drink from. I picked a spot near the kitchen doorway where I could see most of the living room.

Finn got absorbed immediately. Frisbee guys, some girls, somebody's cousin who wanted to talk about the truck too. He's a head taller than everyone so I could track him the entire night without trying.

Then he came back to me.

He wandered over with a soda in his hand and stood next to me.

"Have you eaten anything?"

We people-watched and talked about random stuff for a couple minutes, and then somebody pulled him away again. And a while later, he was next to me again, at the wall by the kitchen doorway, telling me some guy on the team had shown up with a black eye, claiming it was from a car door.

By the time the lights were turned down and the music got turned up, I had basically absorbed the energy of the party via repeated check-ins from Finn. It was an entirely different way to experience a party. I got to be as introverted as I wanted, and my favorite person was predicting my own happy medium of social behavior. 

"I love this!" I shouted over the music toward him, colorful lights spinning around and decorating our faces. 

He smiled in a light chuckle and leaned into my ear. 

"Love you too!" he shouted, throwing an arm around my shoulder, like he was giving a playful nudge to a kid brother.

I started to correct him, and then stopped myself.

And then he brought me a slice of the pizza somebody ordered, without asking if I wanted it.

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Alex was on the back steps, which made no sense, because Alex did not come to places like this. He has said the phrase "high school parties are for pussies" to my face.

"You're here," I said.

"I didn't wanna miss the show." He hit the vape. "It's fine. I guess."

I sat down on the step below him. Somebody had knocked a citronella candle over on the patio and nobody had picked it up.

"Your boy looks hot as hell tonight, by the way," Alex said.

I laughed into my cup. "He's actually wearing the same shirt he wore yesterday."

"Doesn't matter. He's built like a Greek god. And if his dick is anywhere near as big as you said..."

I kicked him in the leg hard to make him shut up.

Alex looked at me for a second, and then started laughing, a quiet wheeze not making much noise, his shoulders bouncing. "Is he straight or is he into you?"

I rolled my eyes. I wasn't ready for the loaded nature of that question.

"He put his arm around me on the couch today for like a half hour. He just laid down basically on top of me."

Alex nodded and looked out at the yard, and didn't say anything smug about it.

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There was a girl from Finn's frisbee circle, Gracie, who had decided sometime around ten that tonight was the night. She'd catch him by the counter and put a hand flat on his chest and say something up into his face. He'd smile and answer and then somehow he'd be four feet further away without it ever looking like he'd moved, giving her the implied brush-off.

But she kept coming back, and she kept getting drunker about it. She got her arms around his waist from behind at one point and hung there, laughing, and he patted her forearm twice and unhooked her hands like he was taking off a seatbelt, and then he got her a water, which she didn't drink.

"You're being so weird," she told him, loud, near midnight.

"I'm being so normal," he said.

He never once said anything about her, not to me, not to the guys. He just kept giving her nothing while being decent about it, keeping his distance and staying near me and his friends.

Meanwhile two girls I'd had classes with for three years came over and talked to me for a few minutes. One of them touched my arm to make a point. It took me an embarrassing amount of the conversation to work out that the new attention I was getting was not from a development in my personality. I was the small guy standing next to Finn all night, and Finn kept coming back to me, and that made me a person worth investigating. I was getting a boost from him. And it should have bugged me more than it did.

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Danny had a beer in each hand by the time it got said, one for him and one he was holding for reasons he never explained.

"Yo, honestly," he announced, to the whole living room, his face red and his brow scrunched up, looking at us like he was mad at us for some reason, "you two are like a married couple."

A few people looked over. My ears heated up and I started building the deflection, something about how we have bio together, the same line I had been using recently, and it was halfway out of my mouth when Finn spoke first.

"Jealous?" he said.

He didn't even look up from his phone.

The room reacted around us. Somebody hooted and somebody else said "damn" and Danny went "OHHH" and threw his head back, and the whole thing turned into a joke, and Finn just kept scrolling with his thumb.

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Truth or dare started on the rug around one AM, six or seven people too drunk to leave and not drunk enough to hook up yet. It got stupid fast. Somebody ate a spoonful of mustard. Somebody texted a dick pic to their bro.

Then it turned into spin the bottle, and then it turned into guys kissing guys, because that's the funniest possible outcome to a room like that and everyone gravitated toward that without it even being said out loud. A guy named Rob kissed Wes on the mouth for three full seconds while the room screamed. That set the tone.

The bottle put me with a guy from the wrestling team whose name I want to say was something like Colin. He grabbed my face with both hands and smacked his mouth on mine and the room lost it and he sat back down and wiped his lips with his wrist, delighted with himself. It was nothing. Technically my first kiss on the lips ever, and it was nothing, a comedy bit, over in a second.

Finn got one too, some guy in a beanie, quick and loud and stupid. It was far from his first kiss, like most of the guys there.

Then Rob spun and pointed the bottle and said "dare," implying that the rules had updated, and dares had gotten lazy by then, so the dare was Finn and me.

Everybody was already yelling before either of us moved. Finn looked at me across the rug with his eyebrows up, checking, and I did the smallest nod in the world, and he came up onto his knees and got over to me and put a hand on the side of my neck, and he kissed me.

His mouth opened and mine did and his tongue was in my mouth and my hand ended up gripping his shirt at the ribs, and he tasted like Mr Pibb, and his stubble scraped my chin and I forgot completely that there were people around us watching. His thumb pressed under my jaw. He tilted my head. He was not doing a bit at all.

It went on a beat too long. Then another one.

The room caught up and started making noise, howling, somebody yelling "GET A ROOM," somebody banging on the coffee table, and we broke apart and Finn sat back on his heels and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and grinned directly at me, and I laughed too loudly along with the rest of the room, and the game moved on to the next spin.

My hands were shaking. I put them under my thighs.