HOUSE PARTY

Lights and muffled bassy music were emanating from the looming house Parris and Aaron had been invited to - well, not properly invited. It was the kinda party you heard about in the corridor and turned up to, like everyone else. The senior's house it was, Rick Lagrave, seemed to have some odd deal with his parents that meant at the weekends he could turn his house into a club for the whole school to come to. Aaron pushed the ajar door open with his foot as he walked in, whistling at the mess, although he could barely hear it himself for the noise penetrating the air. "You said you went to one of these recently?" shouted Parris. "Yeah," Aaron shouted back, "I don't know how he fixed it up so nice since - pretty sure someone went through the ceiling."
       "Shit, really?"
       "Well, someone said someone did, it happened after I left." Walking into the foyer of what on closer inspection was essentially a mansion, they were immediately caught up in the crush of bodies that gave the house the feeling it was a living being. A bassy reverberation coming from some part of it washed over everything, and there was an inconsistent dimness, in between bright lasers swinging round the ceiling, and corners where lamps had been knocked over and broken in carelessness. Swimming through the crowd, Aaron bumped into the back of some girl, and Parris then bumped hard into him. The girl swung round with a plastic cup of alcohol in hand and they all recognized each other excitedly, moving as a group to talk about something cool. She was called Precious, and she knocked back the rest of her drink before proclaiming to them both, "This party fuckin' rocks!" as loudly as possible.
       They all stumbled through to some sort of kitchen, which while being no less packed was still somewhat subdued by the coldness of the granite worktops and painted tiles that seemed to compel those near them to take on a more dignified manner, as much as they could. Precious was already pouring two different beverages into her cup with wide obsessive eyes, and slammed the glass bottles down on the counter again like she'd been lifting the heaviest of weights. "So did you get an invite?" she 'whispered', despite the deafening melodies. "No, no one gets an invite do they?" Parris asked. Precious growled a short, hysterical laugh like he'd said some stupid, funny thing, and then snapped her head back to him. "That's true, that's very, very true. I don't think anyone does get an invite and anyone who says they have is lying. It's the miracle of the rumor mill!" She made like she was to start another conversation, but something caught her eye through the window and she walked outside shouting something. Aaron looked at Parris - despite not having consumed any kind of alcohol, he already felt drunk.
       "So what do you wanna do now?" asked Parris. They'd both adjusted their internal volumes now so they were permanently shouting but it was all too easy to 'whisper' plans safely in each other's ears. "So this Rick guy is some big asshole jock right?" Aaron asked rhetorically. Parris nodded. "So I was thinking, maybe we could try embarrassing him, bring him down a peg." Parris nodded in understanding, "Ok, yeah, but what the fuck? Like, do you have some vendetta against this guy, the hell did he do to you?"
       "Parris, Parris, Parris... it's not about me! It's about everyone else he's stepped on and hurt for fun. It's justice," he said, gripping Parris' shoulder.
       "Like who, who's he hurt?"
       "Hell if I know, someone though I'm sure. It's fine, all we're gonna do is go upstairs, look around his room, probably find some porn mags or something, then carry on like nothing happened."
       "So you just wanna play detective with someone?" Aaron nodded matter-of-factly. Parris shrugged.
       "Alright I'm game," he said. Out of nowhere Aaron produced two shots, putting one in Parris' hand, they linked arms and threw them back together. Parris coughed - whatever that had been it tasted more like bleach than vodka... or anything else drinkable.
       They quickly fought their way through back round to the stairs in the foyer, climbing them hastily and unsure if it was allowed or anyone would get mad if they saw them doing so. The two slid round the corner and now walked casually down a relatively quiet corridor, with a few doors on either side. Some people seemed to be up here but not many, which put them at ease. Poking their heads into rooms and peeking through cracks threw up some interesting tidbits which would make for good gossip another time, and it wasn't long before they found the Holy Grail - Rick's bedroom. They both slipped in, closed the door and flicked on the light, to find a rather tidy, respectable room - sterile, even. They trod lightly on the carpet that felt like it had only been laid yesterday, not wanting to perhaps disturb any kind of invisible tripwires they perceived could be around. Parris went for the wardrobe nearby and Aaron for the drawers on the other side of the room. Despite the wardrobe's abnormally large size, being a walk-in it seemed, there wasn't a single shred of anything odd - which Aaron saw as odd in itself. "What the fuck, seriously? Nothing! Not a single dirty mag, no weird pictures or a secret journal or something. This is bullshit, it's like he has no life!"
       Parris' mouth opened to reply but his ears caught a noise heading towards them - a heavy step unlike most others. "Fuck, I think Rick's coming." Aaron slammed the drawer he was digging through shut and stood stock still. Parris disappeared into the wardrobe and pulled the doors to, but Aaron could hear Rick coming now too and, whether it was his drunkenness, his panic, frustration, or sheer stupidity, he attempted to dive under the bed. However, there was no under the bed, so he settled for curling up next to it while clutching his pained forehead, praying to not be found. The door opened. Rick padded into the room some, closed the door, and then Aaron and Parris heard something unexpected - "Jeez I really need to jerk off." The groggy, mumbled complaint hung in the air, and Rick's massive snow leopard frame crashed onto the bed. Aaron faux-breathed a sigh of relief, feeling safer - until Rick swung his arms backwards in a yawn, and they went over the bed, coming into contact with Aaron. Rick turned around tiredly, peering over the edge of the bed at Aaron's form stretched flat out in fear.
       "Oh hey, didn't know you were in here." Parris was struggling to contain his laughter as Aaron tried to explain himself.
       "Oh, ha, yeah, I just really needed to, uh, find a place to sleep for a bit. Cool off." He laughed fakely.
       "Yeah I get that man," said Rick. "But really I'm looking to, uh... heat up. If y'know what I'm saying." Aaron didn't know what he was saying. He was pretty sure that wasn't a phrase people used. Rick licked his lips and laughed in a way that made Aaron nervous but he wasn't sure why or if he should be. He quickly got up, intending on leaving quickly, but didn't even make it round the first corner of the bed before Rick reached out and grabbed him by the arm. "Y'know, you got some muscles on ya. Pretty sweet dude. It's been a good while since I got any real tail." Aaron blankly stared for a moment. "What?" Rick lunged up and grabbed Aaron full-force, throwing him on the bed. He seemed to think it playful but Aaron was not used to being a chew-toy. A threatening bulge poked outwards through Rick's chinos, and he used a claw to undo his first button. "I hope you're okay with this," he said, climbing over the bed as more buttons popped open. Aaron's body was dwarfed by Rick's, he felt a pressure on his chest just from the shadow of it. Rick's shirt promptly flung off, and with Aaron now seeing all the buttons on the trousers undone, he was starting to get a better idea of what was about to happen. His own jeans were quickly yanked off along with his reluctant underwear, and he found himself with his lower half exposed, staring at the half-naked Rick Lagrave with a giant boner poking out the top of his boxers.
       "Oh lord," whispered Aaron, as Rick, lowered himself down, one hand busily unburying his manhood out of his underwear. Aaron's mouth was dry and his throat was trying to convulse him to be sick, but something made him stay put - to see where this would go. It turned out, it would go right under his tail. Rick placed his dick in-between the firm buttocks presented to him, Aaron feeling such new heat there like never before. Rick pushed downwards, against the star he desperately wanted to puncture, and stared right into Aaron's eyes. Despite his better judgment, he nodded at Rick and felt the slick rod open him up. Rick stopped momentarily to let them both adjust after the head found its way in, before continuing with the rest of it. Aaron cried out a little as both bowel-deep pleasure and searing pain battled for dominance where Rick had penetrated him. Before he realised, there was no more to go in and they were hilted with each other. Rick had his eyes closed and was panting heavily, making Aaron realise how heavily he was also panting. He reached up and tentatively grabbed his own cock, jerking the sensitive flesh and contracting hard on the member inside him. Rick started to pull and push his own cock in and out, the original tenderness crumbling to his need for release, rapidly pumping his new acquisition. Aaron was also getting close, unsure of how, and rubbed his own meat harder, feeling the gnaw and pulse inside of him, even pushing himself onto Rick's hardness. The buildup climaxed as Rick did, pushing himself deep inside and throbbing with all his might, sending Aaron over and making him paint his own chest and muzzle with strands of viscous white. Rick's member flopped back out of Aaron, making a wet slap against his balls. Before Aaron had recovered, Rick had stuffed himself back inside his undergarments, popped his shirt back on, and left with a breathless thanks. Aaron continued to lay there, staring at the ceiling as cum leaked out of his ass. Parris tentatively left the wardrobe, throwing Aaron's jeans to him, along with a box of tissues off the dresser. He left the room without a word.