"Cheers!!!" A loud voice came from each table.
"Why did you guys have to sneak out? You could have just told us you wanted beer." Mick stated as he sipped his drink.
"Sneaking is better. We like adventure. If you do it for us it won't be fun." Charlie stated already drunk.
"Mr Spirit boy." A guy came ready to hit Nice but Tiw stopped it midway.
"If I hear anyone call him that we'll break your legs." He shouted as Nice kept on drinking. His mind was unsettled. He felt the longing if his parents more. It was as if they were with him here. Somewhere. Then Tiw tapped him as he removed the cards. They all shouted happily.
"As usual. The king asks for whatever he wishes." Tiw stated as he shuffled. New, Mick and Tin sat with them. The game begun. First Mick got the king.
"I order number five and ten to dance the chicken dance up front." He stated as he cheered. Number five was his boy. Then Tay. They cheered happily as they sang for the two boys to dance. Seconds later the crowd at their table increased as they continued drinking.
"Are you sure you are okay?" Madrigal asked him as he finished his drawing. It was him sleeping.
"Yes and no. First this feeling is uncertain. Then I don't want to hide stuff from him."
"About the feeling, how did you feel when you touched him?"
"I felt happy. My heartbeat ragged it was as if I had never seen something beautiful." His statement came. Seemingly imaginary but to him this was reality. He was the most perfect piece of art he had ever seen.
"If you are still uncertain go down stairs and find your answer."
"How?"
"Physical contact. Maybe." The old man stated uncertain.
The boy stood. Uncertain yet he still wanted to do it. His heart was in control at the moment.
"I am the King!" Tiw said happily as he turned to Nice. He had to fulfill his promise. Nice showed him two fingers. Perfect clue.
"I want number two to kiss number eight." He said confidently.
"Who is number eight?" Charlie asked as they looked at each other's cards. New raised his hand as he stood. Tiw wished it could not be him.
"Damn it!" He had already started liking the guy but now he had to kiss his best friend.
"Can I?" New asked as the others shouted rejoicing.
"Yes." His answer made New stand from his seat and walk to him. Before their breaths connected without touch a voice came.
"Venice!" It was loud and filled with anger. Everyone turned to him.
"Unbelievable!" Nice stated as he stood walking to him. The others with dissatisfied looks went back to the game.
"Why did you call me?" Nice asked. His voice was full of confusion. Anger subjected to it.
"Nothing. I just called." He stated in response.
"You made me not get my first kiss." He responded in a drunken tone. Soo dissapointed.
"Is that all you were playing for?"
"Maybe. I just wanted to know how it felt having someone up close. Your lips touching. You know." He stated his imagination already wild.
"You just wanted a first kiss? Were you going to do it with anyone just as long as you have done it?"
"My buddies did it. Why can't..." Even before he could speak more Dylan pushed him to the wall and plastered his lips on his. Nice felt weak just by contact. His eyes looked at the guy infront of him closely without blinking. His golden spirit rose upon him. Dylan's left hand held his waist close to his as his right one gently held his neck as if he was an egg. Too fragile. Nice finally closed his eyes to the feeling. Dylan's lips sucked his up and down softly in an easy to follow rhythm. Nice caught up as he tried his best not to embarrass himself on first trial. Then Dylan's toungue came. Vin's mouth felt full as the boy rushed in discovering every part of the his mouth. Embarrassing sounds came but the boy initiating it cared less. He wanted more. His heart pulpitated about bursting point. Then his spirit dawned on him. This time, Nice was certain. It was more stronger. One that dared not leave its body. One that this man had controlled. Then a sound came from the door. Dylan had to let go. Slowly he sucked his lower lip enjoying the final bit of sweetness before letting go. He removed his well positioned hands slowly as he walked away. Nice's legs became weak as he fell to the floor. His head still confused. Everything was coming to him entirely. The now happenings and how would he handle all of these?
Tiw came over and looked at him. His lips seemed swollen and he looked around. No one was here. This was odd. He helped him up as Nice tried to regain his strength.
Dylan walked into the art room. He held his head as he smiled.
"What did you do?" Madrigal asked as he looked at his betweens.
"Why?" Dylan asked as he looked into his eyes. Then where the man was looking.
"Shit!" He stated walking out. He was horny. He went hurriedly to his room. This was completely messed up. How could he feel so?
He walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. He had never felt such. He pulled off his shirt revealing his well arranged stiff muscles. Then the kiss came to his head. How he held the boy. How his toungue invaded his mouth. The more he thought of it the harder he became. Then he pulled off his trousers as he rubbed the tip of his dick slowly. Water run from his head as he tried calming himself down. Then a white liquid came. He wasn't calm yet but he recalled self control helps. This wasn't the most perfect act. He wanted to do it with the real deal not some fingers he was born with.