Tales Of The Supernatural: Under The Moon

I push through the sweaty bodies that are bumping into each other. The loud music,flashing lights and odd smell of alcohol make it hard to focus. I told Dray that I didn't want to come here. He said he wouldn't leave my side. I'm starting to doubt if this guy is actually my friend. I spot him by the bar, chugging down a bottle of rum and chatting with a petite girl. He lets out a bark that I think is intended to be a laugh. She giggles and nearly falls off her seat which means she's a well over the line that separates tipsy from drunk. The ends of her hair is dyed a light pink and she is wearing a short gown that shows off her perfect curves. Big, round earrings dangle off her ears and she flashes her perfectly white teeth with dimples ever present. I spot wrinkles in the edges of her eyes as she laughs which means she smiles a lot. I tap on Dray's shoulder and he wobbles before turning to face me with one of those trademark anime grins. My eyebrow twitches in frustration as I look on. His face slowly changes its expression to that of realization then guilt, probably because he know of my mood swings. "I-I'm so sorry!" He manages to compose himself despite his drunken state. He always could handle alcohol quite well. Sorry for the formalities, the name is Cameron. Cameron Dallas. I'm seventeen. I turned seventeen a week back. I'm in my senior year, since I got double promoted a while back. I live alone. Sometimes, Dray crashes at my place if he's too drunk to go back home. It's usually fun, except for the few lonely moments that come around once in a while. "You should be." I mutter, holding back my temper. "Let's go." I turn to start walking but bump into a large figure. I step back and glare at whoever it is that is clearly about a foot taller than me. I stand at 5 feet, 7 inches. A man wearing a black suit, deep red button up shirt, classic polished shoes and sunglasses stares back down at me. He pulls off his glasses to reveal intimidating black eyes that look like they could crush a person's soul. I don't back down though. After a few minutes of intense staring, he smirks and shakes his head, slipping on his glasses and walking away, occasionally glancing back before stepping through the curtains that lead to the back room. I feel hands rest on my shoulder and I look up, glare ever present. It's Dray. He looks completely sober. I mean, sometimes, he's drunk one moment and sober the next. I shrug his hands off my back and storm to the entrance, pushing anyone who gets in my way. "Cam, wait!" Dray tries to stop me from leaving in my state of anger but it doesn't work this time. "This is all your fault!" I yell over the loud music. I don't even know what I'm angry about. I burst out of the club and begin searching for where my car is parked. I then remember that we took Dray's car and left mine back at my house. I don't intend on staying within ten meters of the guy so I start walking down the lonely street. After about seven minutes, I hear the sound of a car coming up behind me. I look back to see Dray's car and my eyes follow it as it comes up to my side. "Cam, please... Okay, let's do it this way. I'll tell you my secret of being sober after downing four bottles of rum." Dray tries to win me back over. "Look, Dray. I'm not a kid. That won't work on me." I say and he smirks. "How 'bout I kiss you?" He offers, knowing full well that I easily get flustered so he's using it to his advantage. My anger vanishes instantly and is replaced with embarrassment. "Don't be silly, I'm not like that." I tell him while trying to shake off my blush. "Just get in." He says with an evident smirk on his lips. As we approach the house, I peek up to see Dray smiling like an i***t. As we step onto the porch, his arms round my waist and give me a light squeeze. I push the door open and step in with Dray still clinging to my back and my head pressed against his chest. He turns me around and captures my lips in a hot, steamy kiss. He pushes me back until we are bumping against the couch which I fall onto. He draws back and smirks at me which means that my face is redder than a tomato. He picks me up and carries me upstairs and into my bedroom. He lays on the bed, forcing me to straddle his hips. It has been two weeks since we last did this and the tension in my skinny jeans is starting to get painful. "Where do you need the pleasure?" He asks as he leans back against the head board. I pout slightly as I shove his shoulder a bit. "You know where." I whine and he chuckles. "Guide me." He's grinning at this point. I really need the release or else I wouldn't be doing this. It's not that I'm gay or anything, it's just the need for the long awaited release that drives me to this point and Dray has been helping me for the past month or so. I hold his hand in mine and guide it to my straining erection. He smirks as he palms me through the layers of fabric. "Please....." I beg and he budges, proceeding to unbutton my jeans. He pulls it down together with my black Calvins and lets my member bounce free. He takes it in his hand and begins pumping. He flips us over and connects our lips and I shiver under him. He kisses me feverishly as his hand works me below. All of a sudden, he stops and I let out a whine before looking at him. He just smiles innocently, but I need this right now so I push him onto his back and bring my member to the same level with his face. He grins before licking along the shaft, then taking one ball into his mouth and sucking it before moving up to tease the tip. Precum oozes out of the tip of my member as I try to force it past his lips. He just keeps his mouth firmly shut so I eventually give up and sit on his hips. I feel his erection poke my ass. I grin before rocking back and forth a bit to arouse him a bit more. He throws his head back and parts his lips. I rush forward and push my d**k past his lips and he nearly gags. I let out a relieved sigh as his tongue runs along my shaft. He edges backwards a bit and starts sucking the head which makes my head spin. I've never felt so good like this before. The pleasure feels as though it has been multiplied tenfold. He releases me from his glorious mouth and I fall back in a barely conscious state as my vision comes and goes and I shoot strings of c*m up into the air. My high lasts for about two minutes and during those two minutes, Dray cleans up the mess I made and dresses me in my pajamas. I blink slowly as he walks out of the bathroom and heads toward the door of my bedroom. "Wait." I croak out."C'mere." He looks confused for a second before he walks over to the bed. I tap the spot beside me, motioning for him to lay down there. I really need all the physical affection I can get so I crawl next to him, holding him by the waist and burying my face in his chest. That's how we fall asleep.