The raven haired teen awoke to the light pitter patter of rain on the rooftop and windows. It was now the third morning since he and Shiloh met, and the two of them had become quite good friends in that time; despite the time being so short. But Casey made sure to keep his distance, as he always did. In his mind, no one could be fully trusted. Not even little boys that wore fluffy bunny hoodies, glittery converse, let alone pink hair.
To the beat of the light rain; Casey lifted his head from the foreign pillow and looked around. The first thing he saw, of course, was the strange gentleman lying next to him. Guessing from his own nudity, Casey could tell that his company was without clothing as well. Being as silent as possible, the teen slipped out of bed, quickly got dressed, and searched around for the man's wallet. Of course the fool had left it on the nightstand, out in plain sight. With that sly grin of his, Casey picked it up and plucked out whatever bills were inside, then slid them into the pocket of his constricting girl jeans. Then without a sound, he took his leave from the strange house. Once outside in the rainy weather, he darted quickly to his car and plucked his phone out of his hoodie pocket to give his little pink haired friend a call.
"Heeey, Shiloh. You busy?" he asked once bunny boy picked up.
"Helloooo?No, but you should come over to my house; I'm bored." Shiloh peeped over the line. On Shiloh's end, he was just laying out under the safety of the porch in his auntie's big red knit sweater with cats printed all over it.
"Mm, ok." Casey muttered in reply. He didn't have anything else to do today, so he thought that he might as well spend it with his new friend. Like the asshole that he was; he just hung up right there without saying "bye" or anything. With a sigh, Casey pulled out of the driveway he'd only seen for the first time last night. As the teen drove, the soft sound of the rain falling on his windshield and the mechanical hum of the windshield wipers relaxed him. This is why he loved driving in light rain. The drive to Shiloh's house would have taken only about 5 minutes usually, but since he was so relaxed and sleepy, the rebel actually drove the speed limit for once and it took him almost twice as long.
But he wasn't completely comfortable. There was a dull, throbbing pain in his buttocks from last night's activities. He was more than used to it though, since this was far from the first time. Casey eventually pulled up to the nice house on the hill, and immediately saw Shiloh sitting there on the front porch in a tacky ass sweater.
"Going for the hipster look today?" the raven joked as he exited the car and slammed the door shut.
Both the sound of Casey's voice and the slamming of the car door knocked the pinkie from his daydreaming with a flinch. Shi lazily lifted his head from the porch floor and had his lack of brows twisted in confusion. Though moments later he understood and sat up.
. I'm cold, see?" He denied; and that wasn't a lie either considering that his nose was pink along with his puffed cheeks.
With a smile, Casey walked up the porch steps and stood over the boy. "Come on, let's go inside. It's more frigid than a witch's tit out here." Casey whined, offering his hand to help the boy up.
The figure of speech went right over the boy's head, but he took Casey's hand anyways and pulled himself up. Standing too close for comfort once he was upright however, "O-okay.. thanks..." Shiloh replied in a whisper, though he didn't really want to unplant his feet from where he stood. You see, he'd been crushing on Casey pretty much since the day they'd met, but was too shy to make any moves of any sort. He'd never even had a boyfriend before- let alone a kiss. And that was something that he couldn't help but imagine every now and again.
Casey on the other hand; was an expert on close situations like this, and immediately picked up on the desire in Shiloh's eyes. Perfect. Everything was going according to plan.
Instead of giving everything up so soon though, Casey just stroked the bottom of the boy's chin with his fingertips- giving the boy rosy cheeks and making him almost go cross eyed. But instead of bringing Shiloh up to his lips, he just took his hand away and began walking into the house. Of course he wasn't going to give that to Shiloh quite yet. He wanted the boy to chase him a little, and maybe even build up a horny desperation.
Oh yes. This was perfect.
So perfect in fact, that the pinky took a second to realize what just happened. Standing there dumbly with a beet red face and his heart beating five times faster. Though moments later, he gathered his wits and followed after Casey- closing the door behind himself as he slid across the wood floor in his socks. This was the first time that he'd invited Casey over and it hadn't even been three minutes and look what happened. This made him nervous; but he hadn't much to worry about as far as getting caught goes. His auntie went travelling every few weeks, leaving the house to him.
As Casey walked inside, he removed his checkered Vans and looked around. "Wow... nice house." he muttered, looking over everything. The raven could honestly say he'd never been in such a nice house before. Shiloh just wandered into the lounge and plopped down onto the same couch that he'd bawled his eyes all over a few days before. Yawning a bit as he smiled up to Casey. The room was quite well lit with the pale sunlight filtering through the light blue curtains which overlooked the orchard and lake. Little streaks of water made their way down the window, looking like tiny crystals plastered to the glass.
"It's my auntie's house. But it's pretty much all mine for a week." He stated, feeling proud that he was responsible enough to look after a whole house.
The older teen just let his emerald eyes wander from the designer furniture to the beautiful scenery outside and then back to Shiloh. Once he heard that bunny boy had this whole house to himself though, his thoughts wandered away from the beauty of this structure and back to more teenage related things. "All yours, huh? Ever thought about throwing a party?" he asked, walking over to sit next to Shiloh in the lounge.
"A party?" Shiloh repeated curiously as he peered back up to Casey; legs pulled up Indian style on the cushions. Shi could honestly say that he'd never been to a party, let alone have one. And of course, knowing his innocent little mindset towards anything: a party in his mind wasn't the same kind that the average teen would think of. Drugs, Alcohol, let alone sex just didn't fit into the boy's vocabulary. His mind was too stuffed with cute things like stuffed animals. The innocent look on Shiloh's face was priceless.
"Yeah, a party. It'll be lots of fun. I'll invite a few of my friends, and we can have a party this weekend to celebrate you coming to the 'States. We can have balloons, and music, and games..." Casey explained.
Of course, it wasn't going to be as innocent as the whore just made it sound. This would be the perfect house to throw a wild party in and Casey just couldn't pass up such an opportunity.
Casey's description of what he had in mind made Shi's jaw drop slightly; his lips slowly curling up into a big smile. "Oh my gosh, that sounds so fun!" He exclaimed, covering his mouth with his fingers as he looked around excitedly. Imagining in his rainbow and sparkle filled brain of what it'd all look like. "You're so smart Casey, you should come over more often." The pinky stated matter-o-factly as his blue eyes darted back over to Casey beside him.
The compliment made Casey grin once again. "Nah, I'm not that smart. Thanks though." he chuckled, "Leave everything to me, and we'll have a party here tonight." Of course, that would be kind of a stretch for Casey though. He fully intended on having beer at this party, and lots of it.
He just wondered how quick he could get a keg and what he would need to do to get his hands on one. Casey wasn't exactly lying about the games, music, and balloons though. There would be music, not doubt. The games wouldn't be things like Pin the Tail On the Donkey though; probably more like Seven Minutes in Heaven and Beer Pong. And the balloons? Well, Casey would get those especially for Shiloh. He was kind of stealing the kid's house for a less than innocent party. It was the least he could do.
A few hours had passed by after Casey had went off to gather up his necessities' and invite people. Party stuff. And during that time, Shiloh was just getting out of his jammies; replacing them with his average black shorts and Pikachu hoodie which hung down over his butt and hands. It was a tad big on him after all.
It really was the nicest, most exciting time he'd had all year. He realized now of how much he liked Casey. He was really the best friend that he'd ever had. Everyone else that he could vaguely remember only had one impression that actually stuck. They all looked at him strangely and called him named that he didn't fully understand behind his back. Calling him a faggot or fruit. Saying that he looked like a dumb, attention seeking girl; etc. But Casey felt so different and was nice to him. Nevermind the fact that Shiloh wouldn't fuss if Casey were to kiss him.
Moments later, Shiloh was knocked out of his daydream by the sound of Casey's car pulling up into the driveway. Casey didn't even have his pants on when he pulled into the driveway, since it turns out that he had to do something less than innocent to get alcohol. He didn't care though. He had a keg of beer and a few bottles of vodka in his trunk. Once he had parked, Casey quickly dressed in the driver's seat and grabbed the sparkly balloons in his passenger seat for Shiloh.
Balloons were promised, so Casey delivered. The slut limped a little up the porch steps and rang the doorbell, his midnight and crimson hair in a downright mess and his neck spotted with bruises from love bites. "Hey." he greeted with a smile when Shiloh answered the door. The pinky didn't notice the numerous changes of course though. He was just so thrilled to see Casey back, along with those amazing balloons in his hand.
"Welcome back!" Shiloh squeaked as he pulled Casey inside by his hand. The house was quite a bit warmer than it was earlier. Shiloh'd had time to turn on the furnace and the house was at the perfect temperature now that it was evening.
Being yanked inside like that startled Casey. "Fuck!-- I'm... glad you're happy to see me.." he gasped, "I have to go get some things from the car. You stay in here." Of course, he noticed how warm it was outside and didn't want to go back out, but he had to get to work setting things up. People would be here any second. Shiloh watched the angst bag walk back out; and with a long exaggerated sigh, Shiloh wandered back over to the couch and adjusted the pillows like an organized and obsessed housewife.
Guests soon began arriving. As the night went on, more and more teenagers entered the house, started dancing to the music that exploded from the stereo, and got drunk off their asses. Shiloh's aunt's bedroom and most of the bathrooms were reserved for drunken teenage sex, the living room was transformed into a dance floor, and the dining room was reserved for the most intense game of beer pong some had ever seen.
Casey just watched over the whole thing perched atop the stairs. It was obvious that this was the best party anyone had ever thrown. And as the raven perched there, watching the drunk, stupid, and angsty teenage guests have their illegal fun, he sipped the beer in his red solo cup with a King's grin on his face. Though soon, one of the party goers wobbled up to him.
"Hey Cas, c'mon manCome play sevun minutts in heavun." Slurred the short and not to mention drunk boy with glasses. His friends had tricked some kid into drinking with them and getting him to the stage of "hobbly wobbly do whatever you're told". The teens then put the poor boy into the broom closet with a blind fold, telling him that he'd get a prize if he stayed right there and waited.
The slut smirked, though he kind of had his fill of sexual pleasure today after having to "pay" for the alcohol. "Sure." he purred.
Glasses boy led Casey into the hallway by the stairs and to the door of a small closet, then shot him a mischievous smirk before opening the door. And sure enough, sitting inside, was Shiloh.