Uncontrollably Falling For You

Chapter 13

"I'm f*****g drunk!" I heard that oh so familiar voice from across the room. I glanced over my shoulder, almost unable to hide my smirk. When I looked back Rhett had a slightly concerned look on his face. He shook his head and muttered 'oh man' under his breath.

"Mark is f****d up," he laughed. I nodded in return to what he said. Evie, who decided to come join us only when Rhett came down, rolled her eyes but laughed as well.

"What's gotten into him?" she asked. "He isn't usually so sloppy." I knew what his problem was. I simply shrugged my shoulder. "I know Olive hates when he gets like this," she sighed. What a bunch of wet blankets! He was just having fun... or trying to drown his emotions in alcohol.

"He's fine," I snorted, waving them off. Rhett laughed quite loudly at my reaction but Evie didn't look so amused. She walked away in a bit of a huff. "What's her problem?" I asked, casually sipping on my beer. He shrugged.

"I don't know. I think it's funny." His brow furrowed and I glanced over my shoulder to see Evie was talking to the group now, her hands on her hips. Olive looked pretty unhappy. Cunt.

"We're teenagers. Aren't we supposed to get s**t faced on Friday nights?" I asked Rhett and he laughed again.

"That's what I always thought. But apparently Evie is too busy being our mom." He rolled his eyes and took a sip of his drink. I couldn't help but watch the scene unfolding across the room. Mark was laughing, enjoying himself, even though he was extremely f****d up. Jayla and Brody also seemed amused. The only two with the issues were Olive and Evie.

"Mark, come on! Get yourself together!" Evie growled, and I immediately noticed Jayla's eyes narrow. She was already annoyed with Evie, plus she was so protective of her brother... it made me nervous for if she ever found out about us. She would hate me even more. That wouldn't stop me from my pursuit, though. Never.

"Eve, he's fine!" Jayla tried to laugh it off, but I could hear annoyance in her voice from my seat. Rhett and I exchanged glances, both knowing what a hot head she could be, especially with alcohol involved.

"Jay!" she said sharply, glancing at Olive, as if suggesting something to her. Jayla rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"He's fine!" she repeated insistently.

"What're you guys yellin' about!?" Mark chimed in loudly, his joy not faltering.

"Do you wanna go home?" Evie snapped.

"Yes!" Mark laughed. "To my nice, cozy bed..."

"Li, we have beds here, man," Brody told him.

"Didn't you hear him? He wants to go to his own bed!" Eve growled.

"Dude, what is her problem?" I murmured, anger running through me as well. I stood up with a sigh and decided to intervene. Jayla was beginning to raise her voice even more, and I knew it would turn ugly soon. "What's the matter?" I asked.

"Evie's being a b***h again!" Jayla immediately spat, glaring up at me. My eyes widened and I nodded in response.

"I'm being a b***h!?" Evie yelled.

"Yeah! You are!" she snapped back matter of factly.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Brody interrupted. "Stop it!" He put a hand on Jayla's shoulder and she immediately let them fall, glancing over at him.

"I'm just saying, if he wants to go home, I can take him," I offered.

"Yes!" Mark spat, laughing afterwards. "I wanna go home and go to...," he trailed off, slurring. I glanced over to see Olive and Evie were leaving the room. I truly didn't understand where all of the rage suddenly came from...

"You good to drive?" Jayla asked, her voice cold. I nodded.

"Yeah, I've only had a few." I was only buzzed, and the drive wasn't very far.

"Fine... I would, but I don't think I'm good to drive..." She sighed and exchanged glances with Brody. "You okay, Mark?" she asked. He was laying on the floor, his eyes closed. He smiled as soon as he heard his name and nodded.

"Come on, buddy," I said cheerily, grabbing onto his arm. He sat up unsteadily and I helped him the rest of his way to his feet. "Ready?" I asked. He muttered something that I couldn't quite understand. "Hey, good luck with those two," I laughed and pointed towards the direction the girls had gone. Brody laughed. "The f**k was that about anyways?"

"I have no idea..." Jayla said, her eyes wide in disbelief.

We, or more I, said our goodbyes and headed out the door. Mark had to lean pretty heavily on me, and I was a bit surprised he was so drunk. I opened my passenger door for him and made sure he was inside before shutting the door. I got into the drivers side and looked over at him, unable to keep myself from smiling. I knew I would end up with him at the end of the night... I was surprised when he turned towards me and practically threw himself onto me. I grabbed onto his shoulders to steady him as he began kissing my neck. "Hey, there." I snickered before gently pushing him back into his seat.

"Don't you want me?" he asked, sounding as offended as he could in the moment.

"Of course I do. But we are in Brody's driveway still," I explained before starting my car.

"Oh... Really?" he asked, sounding astounded. I stifled my laughter and put my car in reverse, backing out onto the road. I then put in first gear and started off towards his house. He was babbling on the whole way there, not making much sense. I didn't mind. I was hoping to keep his mind busy so that he wouldn't vomit in my car.

It didn't take long before we were at Mark's house. His mom's car wasn't there, and I was guessing she was doing an overnight shift again. I got out and went to the passenger's side to help him out. He gripped onto my shirt tightly as he stood. I shut the door behind him and he grabbed onto the collar of my flannel shirt. He pulled me forward so that our lips connected. He tasted heavily of alcohol and cigarettes as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. I smirked, gripping onto his sides. I surely didn't care that we were in a church parking lot, out in the open for his neighbors to see... but I doubted he would be too happy about that if he were in the right state of mind. "Why don't we go inside?" I whispered into his ear. He nodded, wrapping his arms around my neck.

"My house key is in my pocket," he slurred. "Can you get it?" I laughed quietly and did as asked. I slipped my hand into his front pocket and pulled out the key. I held onto him as we walked across the street. He was dragging his feet terribly, and I was worried he was going to fall. I made sure to keep that from happening, however, as he swayed.

As we walked across the street, I realized that his neighbor was sitting out on the front step of their house. It was the girl who was our age that I'd seen a few times before. She was watching us, a wide smile on her face, a cigarette between her fingers.

"Hey, Mark!" she greeted him. I wasn't sure how long she'd been there. Maybe she hadn't seen us kissing..

"What? Oh, s**t!" he hissed, seeming quite surprised by her presence, before going into a small fit of laughter. "You see us right now!"

"Yeeeah...," she said hesitantly, her eyes moving to look at me. Mark made no attempt to let go of me.

"Well, f**k! There goes being discreet!" He stifled more laughter, burying his face in my chest. I couldn't help but smirk.

"He's really drunk," I explained, though I didn't think I had to. She nodded and laughed.

"No, it's cool. Whatever you guys are into," she snickered. "I'm sure as s**t not gonna judge."

"Nobody was supposed to see us!" he slurred, gripping onto my shirt tightly. I raised my eye brows at his neighbor and shook my head.

"Well then let's go inside...," I reminded him softly.

"Oh! Good idea!" He stood up as straight as he could. "Have a good night, Tatia! Forget we were ever here!" I moved to unlock the front door.

"Did I see you tonight? 'Cause I don't think I remember that!" She played along with my intoxicated love interest.

We both entered the house, and Titus came up to greet us. "Hiiiiiiii, buddy!" Mark sounded overjoyed to see his dog. I pet him, still keeping a hold of Li. I knew the Great Dane would knock him over in a second if I let him go.

Eventually he calmed down and we headed upstairs. Mark fell once going up the stairs and went into a little laughing fit, but I helped him the rest of the way. I shut his bedroom door behind us and turned to see he was sitting on the floor, staring at me. "I want you," he suddenly said, a smile forming on his face.

"Oh, yeah?" I asked, raising an eye brow. No way in hell was I gonna take advantage of the situation. Maybe if I were more drunk... but I wasn't, unfortunately.

"Yeah!" he spat matter of factly. I smiled and walked over to sit down next to him. He turned in his seat more to face me. "I want to know what it feels like." He paused, blinking slowly. "To have you inside of me." He was still slurring, and I was having slight trouble understanding him.. I think I got most of it, though. "I want you to jiz all up in me!" he practically yelled in some sort of weird accent. I stifled my laughter, but then I couldn't hold back and began laughing loudly. "Wha's so funny?" he asked.

"You!" I told him, composing myself. "Believe me, Mark. I want to jiz all up in you... but not tonight." I reached my hand over and gently brushed his hair out of his face.

"Why?" he asked, frowning slightly.

"Because, you're too drunk," I said softly. "I don't want you to do something you regret."

"Psssh! I'm not drunk!" he laughed, shaking his head. "I know what I want, silly Felix..." he murmured, leaning over into my chest. I smiled, not able to resist putting and arm around him. I held him against me for a few moments before pulling back.

"Let's lay in bed. What do you think?" I asked. He nodded and began standing, gripping onto his bed for support. I laid down against the wall and he got the front. We were both facing each other when he reached forward and smacked my ass roughly.

"Look at dat booty!" He laughed, and so did I. "Felix!" he continued.

"Yes?" I asked, feeling very amused by everything he was saying.

"Put 'ur big ol' d**k into my tiny little ass!" he whispered, raising his voice as he spoke. I smiled widely, trying not to laugh at everything he said. It was fairly difficult, though. "Pleeeeeease!"

"Mark." I reached forward and grabbed his hand. "If you still want to when you're sober, I gladly will." He shook his head.

"I want you now, though." He leaned forward and began kissing me gently. Even though he was shitfaced, he was still a good kisser. He reached up and grabbed onto my hair, pushing his body into mine. I had been trying to keep my distance. I wanted him so bad, but not this way. It wouldn't be right. I wanted him to remember our first time. If there was ever going to be a first time... He began kissing me rougher, biting onto my bottom lip. It was turning me on, there was no doubt about that.

It didn't take long before his hand was on the crotch of my pants. "Felix, I want you so bad. Please f**k me," he breathed. It sent shivers down my spine, but I tried to refrain from allowing myself to get totally into it.

"You can have me in 12 or so hours...," I whispered back to him. Oh, god I hoped he still wanted to... He sighed and moved apart from me a little. There was a pause in movement when he began to pull my shirt up. Apparently he was trying in vain to undress me. "Whatcha doin?" I asked, grinning to myself.

"I don't want 'ur clothes to be on...," he explained. I could do that much. I had been wanting to sleep undressed with him ever since we started f*****g around. I sat up and took my shirt off, soon followed by my pants and boxers. Mark was struggling to take his own clothing off so I happily helped him with that.

"Is that better?" I whispered once we were both naked. He nodded, a small grin on his handsome face. "How're you feeling?" He shrugged.

"Fine!" he blurted out after a few seconds. He scooted forward so that our bodies were touching. It felt so surreal to me. I'd been wanting to touch him like that for so long, and I was able to. Even after three months of seeing him, I still couldn't believe it. I grinned and ran my hand down his back, enjoying the feeling of his skin underneath my fingers. "Felix," he whispered.

"Hm?" I looked up to lock my eyes with his.

"I wanna know wha' it feels like t'have you inside me," he murmured to the best of his ability. His words nearly sent a shudder down my spine. I sighed and shook my head, smiling.

"You will know what that feels like someday," I whispered back. Probably hurts like a b***h. His brow furrowed, but his eyes closed. I continued to trace my fingers along his back, sometimes wandering a little bit lower. I could tell he was going to fall asleep soon.

I was dozing off when Mark suddenly sat up. It startled me slightly and I sat up as well. I watched groggily as he made his way across the room to the door, bumping into his dresser as he went. He opened the door and headed down the hall, and I didn't miss the loud thuds as he hit the wall. I shook my head, knowing exactly what he was going to go do. I decided to be nice and get him some water. I put on my boxers and headed out the open door. I heard him retching in the bathroom and glanced into the dark room as I walked by. He didn't need my help with that...

I grabbed a cup of water downstairs, Titus excited to see me all over again, and headed back upstairs. He was still in the bathroom when I entered the bedroom. I set the cup down on the nightstand and took my boxers off once more. I laid down in bed and waited for his return. After a minute or two, Mark came stumbling back into his room. He shut the door behind him and sat down heavily on the bed.

"I got you water," I told him. "It's on your nightstand."

"Thanks," he said before grabbing the water. He drank the whole cup quickly before laying back down. I wondered if the water was just going to make him puke again... He rolled over so his back was facing me and I took the opportunity to lay up against him. His back was sweaty, but I didn't mind. I kissed the back of his head and wrapped my arm gently around him.

"You ready for bed, drunky?" I asked quietly.

"Yeah," he muttered, taking a hold of my hand in his. I grinned and let out a deep, content sigh. It didn't take long for his breathing to slow, and I knew he was asleep. Even with him sick and drunk, I was extremely happy to be by his side. He meant a lot more to me than I'd hoped he would at that point in our relationship. But still, as I laid there, I felt the familiar pang of sadness in my chest. He had a girlfriend... she was a shitty girlfriend, and yeah maybe he was going to leave her... but she was still his girlfriend. I sighed once more and closed my eyes, burying my face in the back of his neck. I wanted him to be mine.

At least he ended up beside me at the end of the night... right?