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retiredgremlin · 3 years
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cozykhaos · 3 years
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A New Sun Part 14
I’m sorry I’ve been gone so long! I had to wait for inspiration to strike and it did! And to apologize there is some sexy bits! 
Sebastian
It was too early in the morning to be awake, I had been up most of the night working on my latest project I was hired for. At ass o’clock in the morning I heard a knock at the door, which I promptly ignored. It didn’t stop my door from creaking open and my mom asking me for help. I groaned and pulled a pillow over my head.
“Please Sebby,” she sat down on the edge of my bed. “I just need help with loading and unloading, I’ll have help once we get to the beach.”
I sighed. The Luau my least favorite holiday.
“I know you were up late last night but Maru and Demetrius are working in the lab, I could really use an extra set of hands.”
The sentence caused me to grinned my teeth together. OF COURSE THEY COULDN’T HELP. Why should they have to help while they worked? I just stayed up all night working my ass off but no one cared about that.
“Sebby?”
Bash.
My eyes popped open, of course she would be the one to get me motivated. I grumbled and sat up.
“Thank you Seb,” my mom smiled and gave me a quick hug before leaving. I dressed in gray shorts, purple tank top and my work boots then headed out. Mom handed me my to go mug, already filled with coffee. A smile tugged at the corner of my mouth.
We loaded the truck in record time and drove down to the beach. The planning committee was already there. Mayor Lewis, Haley, Evelyn, Marnie, Gus the towns over achievers. A wildfire of curls caught my attention, her once alabaster skin had lost the angry sunburn and had now tanned into a golden honey, a constellation of freckles were sprinkled over her arms and face. I hadn’t seen her since last week when we went on our scavenger hunt. Once she had the items in hand she had thanked me and all but ran away. Since then neither myself, Abigail or Sam had seen her.
I turned away from Kit and started to unload the truck of the buffet tables and stage for the cauldron of soup.
“We can just put them right here, the others will figure out where they need to go,” mom said, starting the line up.
I grunted a response as I lifted a table. I glanced back over at Kit, she was listening intently to Lewis and nodding.
Mom and I unloaded the tables in record time, I was ready to go home and take a shower then find my way back to bed. I slammed the bed of the truck closed just as mom said. “I’ll be right back, I’m going to talk to Lewis.” I rolled my eyes as she turned her back and leaned against the closed door. My fingers tapped against the side of my leg. I just wanted to sleep. I just wanted -
My thoughts were cut off, I could feel her eyes on me. I looked up and even though she was across the beach I could see the look of concern on her face. The corners of her mouth pulled into a frown, her eye brows knitted together. The look vanished when I raised my hand in a small greeting. She beamed, her smile reaching her green eyes.
Fuck. What did I do to deserve that smile?
I looked at the ground.
Then turned.
And left.
I didn’t deserve her smile. Or the gaze of her bright green eyes, the color of the new summer advances. I didn’t deserve to gaze upon her face, where all I wanted to do was to trace the new constellations of stars that were sprinkled across her soft skin.
Love is hard, fucking is easy.
I dragged my hand down my face and scrolled through the meaningless names on my phone. There had to be someone in here to distract me from Kit. I flicked through the names, most of the girls I had met at a club in Zuzu called Fantasia. It was a BDSM club that I had started to frequent a couple years ago.
Like I said.
Fucking was easy.
No string attached.
No emotions.
Was that something that I could accomplish with Kit? Could I kiss her and feel nothing? I looked at the name on my phone, it was the girl from the electronic store in Zuzu. What was her name again?
Morgan.
That was it.
I remember the way she had fished my phone out of my pocket, typing her number in before sliding it back into my jeans. Hesitating I scrolled up to Kit’s name. There was a picture of the two of us as her icon picture. Her red curls flared around her, unable to be tamed that day. Clover green eyes clear and that smile reached upwards and filled them. Then… then there was me. I didn’t deserve her.
I scrolled back to Morgan’s name and sent a text.
Kit’s P.O.V.
Abbie and I watched, wine coolers in hand as Sam and Vincent built a sandcastle. The day was warm with a vibrant blue and cloudless sky. The luau was one of the few celebrations that I was apart of growing up and the nostalgia was comforting. I looked back at mayor Lewis who was speaking to the Governor, for a moment I expected to see my grandfather standing next to them.
“I don’t understand, where is Seb?” Abbie said checking her phone again.
“You know he hates these things,” Sam spoke over his shoulder. “He will probably skip the luau and show up for the bonfire tonight.”
“Bonfire?” I asked.
“Yeah, we have it every year,” Abbie finished tapping out a message then looked turned to me. “Did you not come before?”
I raised an eyebrow at her.
“Really?” Abbie paused, her eyebrows knitted together. “For some reason I remember you being there.”
“That’s just how strong our love is,” I bumped our hips together.
“You know it boo,” Abbie slung her arm over my shoulder.
“You guys are cute together,” Sam said.
“Can I have everyone join me around the cauldron please!” Lewis shouted from the middle of the beach. “Well folks, it’s time once again for the potluck ceremony. I trust that you all put high-quality ?ingredients in the post this year. We don’t want the governor to regret his visit to the valley! Well… Governor? Would you do us the honor of tasting the soup?”
“Of course! I’ve been looking forward to this all year!” The Governor clapped his hands together and rubbed them together. Abbie, Sam and I exchanged looks, Sam opened his mouth with what had to be a sarcastic comment when the Governor jumped in surprised.
“Oh my!” He belted out. “That’s the best soup I’ve ever tasted!” He didn’t hesitate to grab and bowl and fill it and slurped it down.
Lewis filled his own bowl and took a hesitant taste. “You’re right! It is delicious! Wonderful job everyone! Now, who else wants a taste?”
They were right, the soup was amazing. It was sweet from the tomatoes I brought, spicy from the jalapenos. The macaroni had absorbed the flavor of the bone broth. Even in the afternoon warmth the soup was delicious and comforting.  
That comfort lasted all day and into the evening. The sun melted behind the mountains casting the golden glow of honey onto the water. The girls and I passed a bottle of blueberry wine between us, a bottle that never touched a corporate shelf. It was sweet and cooled the sting of summer that had kissed my nose and shoulders.
“What games do we have planned for tonight?” Leah asked.
“Thought we would spice things up tonight with Kiss or Strip,” Haley wiggled her eyebrows.
Abbie perked up. “Speaking of, has anyone talked to Sebastian?”
I choked on a sip of wine, coughing I passed the bottle to Emily.
“Thinking of kissing Sebastian under the stars are we?” Leah teased.
“Someone is, but it isn’t me,” Abbie dug her elbow into my ribs. I slapped her arm away and turned towards the beach where Sam, Shane and Alex were tossing a football between them. Harvey and Alex stood back with there own glasses of wine.
Robin hadn’t seemed worried, she hadn’t even mentioned his absence when I briefly spoke to her earlier.
Maru pipped up from her spot next to Penny (who hadn’t touched the bottle of wine). “He left yesterday,” she shrugged. “Didn’t really say anything just that he’d be back sometime today.”
Abbie frowned, I reached for the bottle of wine and drank deeply.
“Come on, lets get this night started,” Haley bounced to her feet, with a twirl she sashayed down the boardwalk.
“That girl has more grace in her tiny toe than I do in my whole body,” Leah said.
“I really hate it,” Abbie sighed.
“Same,” Emily frowned looking after her sister.
I stood, my knees popping and I groaned.
“That’s more like it!” Maru clapped, her own knees popping when she stood.
Haley had confiscated the football from the guys and had taken a seat around the fire, the guys were sitting, Shane and Alex pouting that their game was interrupted.
“Since we have a new face I’ll explain the rules, granted the are stupid simple,” Haley flicked her golden hair over her shoulder. “You spin the bottle, you either choose to kiss the person it lands on, or strip. Easy, right Farmer?”
“Stupid simple,” I muttered.
She took out a square of plywood and grabbed an empty wine bottle, starting to pass it to Alex she reached over his head and handed it Harvey. There was a noticeable frown on Harvey’s face, even in the firelight, but he spun any ways.
I grabbed for a wine cooler and drank.
The bottle landed on Penny, Maru demeanor visibly sunk. Harvey shrugged and moved to kiss Penny, giving her a small peck.
Next to Abbie Sam cringed.
Elliot was next, landing on Abbie.
“By the way, if you want more privacy, feel free to walk to the other side of the beach,” Haley pointed.
“That doesn’t seem nes-” Abbie was cut off by Elliot’s lips pressing against her, his fingers curling through her purple hair. Elliot pulled away, his thumb brushing across Abbie’s bottom lip. Her mouth dropping.
“Want me to get your jaw for you?” I asked, pretending to pick it out of the sand. She slapped my hand away and stared at Elliot.
“At least close your mouth,” Sam shut her mouth.
The game continued, with Sam taking off his shoes when the bottle landed on Abbie. I followed suite when the bottle landed on Shane, next to me Emily squeezed my hand in thanks. Then when she spun and it landed on Shane, she practically lept across the circle and kissed him. There was an audible gasp from Shane before he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her back. Haley cleared her throat loudly.
Twice.
Three times.
Before Emily finally stopped kissing Shane, then kissed his cheek with a loud smooch. Emily plopped back down in the sand next to me, a giant smile on her face, the blush on Shane’s cheeks could of replaced the glow of the fire.
Alex spun next, the bottle pointing towards me. My heart rate quickened in fear, in case he did choose to kiss me. I could already feel Haley’s wrath and a shutter ran down my spine. For both of our safety and because Alex was fiercely loyal, he stripped off his shirt, revealing his toned abs, he was the first to show actual skin.
“Good boy,” Haley purred, running her fingers through his hair.
The game continued, I ended up kissing Sam on my next turn, a simple peck that tasted like Joja Cola.
I thankfully did not puke on him.
It was back to Elliott, who on this spin landed on me.
“My my, it looks like the bottle favors that side of the fire.” It was true, on his last turn he landed on Sam, whom Elliott had kissed, loudly and dramatically on the mouth.
Ellis moved towards me, Abbie shifted away from me, I turned to look at her when Elliot’s hand touched my cheek. I turned back to him, his lips grazed over mine, lightly pressing against mine in a chaste kiss. He returned to seat and I looked back at Abbie, still blinking at strobe light speeds.
“Right?” She mouthed at me.
“Seb!” Sam shouted as a shadowy figure sat next to him. “I knew you’d show your face eventually!”
Fuck.
“Sorry I’m late, I didn’t want to be here,” sitting criss crossed, Sebastian propped his elbow on his knee and rested his chin on his palm.
“Well thank you for gracing us with your negative energy,” Haley sneered, Sebastian flicked her off.
“Since you are late you’ll have to wait until we go around the circle again,” Haley said. Sebastian didn’t respond. I suddenly couldn’t remember how to breath and every second seemed to drag by.
Had he seen the kiss between Elliot and I? Why did it even matter? Why did I care? It wasn’t like he was interested in me. Unless Abbie spilled the beans and told him how I felt. She wouldn’t do that, would she?
What was I even doing here?
The Farm.
You’re a failure.
You’re letting your grandfather down.
Again.
Again.
AGAIN.
He doesn’t like you.
“Kit?” Sebastian was leaning in front of me, the fire light blocked by his frame. My eyes darted back and forth, no one seemed to notice my panic attack or the fact I was now clutching the front of my shirt. “Kit, you okay?” He asked softly, I shook my head no. He held out his hand to me, I took it and he helped me up.
“Kit?” Haley asked.
“We will be right back, give her a minute,” Sebastian said pulling me along after him.
“Want me to come?” Abbie asked. I just shook my head, wither she saw me or not I don’t know, I just trailed after Sebastian, anchoring myself to the warmth of his hand in mine.
We crossed a small bridge, past some tide pools and to the rock face. I pushed my back against the cool rock surface and closed my eyes.
“Deep breaths, you’re okay,” Sebastian spoke quietly, he ran his thumb over the back of my hand, rubbing slow circles into my knuckles. “Hey Kit?”
I looked up into his dark eyes.
“Can I talk to you?” He asked.
I shook my head again.
“No?” His eyebrows knitted together.
“Now…. Is …. not… the best… time,” I said between gasp of breaths.
“I’m just bad at this,” Sebastian rubbed the back of his neck. “And if I don’t do it now, then I might not be brave enough to do it again.”
My eyes flicked downward.
Rejection
Rejection
Rejection
Sebastian caught my chin between his thumb and forefinger and forced me to look up at him.
“Bash -”
My words were taken from me as his lips crashed against mine. He pulled me close, one arm snaking around my waist, the other planted against the rock wall behind me. I suddenly couldn’t figure out how to think, or what to do with my hands. Sebastian backed away and the ole’ hamster started running on its wheel again. I grabbed at the front of his hoodie and pulled him back towards me.
“I’ve been wanting to do this since we were kids-”
“Kids? Really?” He smirked.
“Teenagers, whatever. We are not done!” I snapped and pushed my lips against his. He placed both hands on the rock face behind us, trapping me. My hands slid down his toned chest, until I found his belt loops, hooking my fingers around them and pulled him against me. Feeling his hardness I let out a moan.
“Fuck, lets get out of here,” Sebastian groaned against my lips. He began to trail kisses down to my neck, sucking on the skin at the base of my ear, I let out a gasp.
It took me a moment to put a thought together to answer him. “What about the others?”
“I mean I’m really not into orgies,” he nipped at my ear lobe.
Fuck.
His knee found its way in between my legs.
“My shoes are still over there,” I wiggled my bare toes in the sand.
“Say the word and I can get Sam to grab them,” Sebastian whispered into my ear, pulling his phone out of his pocket. I couldn’t think properly with him so close. “Kit, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want too,” Sebastian moved to where he was looking down into my eyes. “Understand? We can go back to the fire right now. We can pretend this never happened, or talk about it later.”
I chewed on my bottom lip, staring up into his eyes. “What are you thinking about?”
“Wither I want you to cum on my face or dick first,” Sebastian shrugged.
First?
“Lets get out of here.” I grabbed his hand.
“Follow me."
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heyoricohannah · 5 years
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Post Bar Mitzvah Part 14:
“TJ, you said we were going to the aquarium!”
“No, dude, I said the vape-orium!” TJ exclaims to Jonah, standing with him in front of the main counter at the same place, where he waits for his vape purchase to be completed.
“Here you go.” The male cashier hands it over in a white paper bag.
Jonah cringes.
“Sweet!” TJ smiles. “Let’s go.” He pulls Jonah out of there and onto the sidewalk out front.
“You think I’m just gonna stand there while I watch you smoke that thing?” Jonah frowns.
“I didn’t get it for me. I got it for you!” TJ takes it out and hands it over. “C’mon! Try it. It’s already charged, and the vapor is blueberry scented.”
“I think I’ll pass...” Jonah refuses, abruptly receiving a text on his phone from Cyrus in their group chat about how Marty just said ‘the funniest thing.’
“Gimme that thing.”
The moment Jonah inhales it, he coughs up all the vapor he just barely sucked in, cringing repeatedly as he continues to cough up a storm.
“You okay..?” TJ awkwardly pats his back.
“I’m fine.” Jonah quickly clears his throat.
“But it smells nice, right?” TJ asks, making Jonah punch his shoulder, which has them laugh amongst each other.
‘He’s funny, isn’t he?’ Buffy responds to Cyrus, followed by a bunch of heart emojis.
“Ugh.” Jonah rolls his eyes at the message.
“What, you like Buffy, now?” TJ asks.
“No.”
“Then why are getting annoyed at her compliment? She’s his literal girlfriend.”
“I know, it’s just, he’s not that great. That’s all.”
Marty chortles at Jonah’s claim. “Oh my God you’re so jealous of him.”
“I am not..!” Jonah’s face heats up.
“Yes you are!” TJ laughs. “Do you want Buffy to beat you?”
“She’s not going to, ‘cause she’s never going to know I said that.” Jonah says.
‘What’re u guys up to rn?’ Buffy texts the chat.
‘Cyrus and I are hanging, u want us to send u stuff?’ Marty asks her.
‘No, Gus is already on that. I’m so glad you guys are hanging out!!’
Jonah cringes and silences the chat.
“He thinks he’s so cool with his—running...” He cringes at his words.
“So Cyrus has a new friend. So what? Does that mean you were jealous of me when I hung out with him?” TJ wants to know.
“I dunno. When I picked up on it, maybe a little.” Jonah admits.
“Well don’t be. Besides, we would never leave you out anyway.”
“Thanks TJ.” Jonah truly appreciates.
“You’ll be fine. Before you know it, Cyrus is gonna be spending tons of time with us.”
When TJ said that, he apparently spoke too soon, because after the next morning, when Cyrus said he would hang out with him and Jonah, he ended up blowing them off an hour later because he was ‘hanging out again with Marty.’
“Alright.” Now TJ is starting to feel as equally left out. “Now it’s personal.” He looks to Jonah, standing across from him on the other side of his room.
“This sucks.” Jonah’s suffering from a serious case of monotone, as well as jealousy, dreadfully staring forward at the wall.
“No, it doesn’t. ‘Cause you know why? We don’t need him!” TJ claims. “We can have a good time on our own.”
“Yeah...” Maybe If Jonah agrees enough, he’ll start to believe it. “Yeah, we will.”
“Exactly!” TJ grins. “Now let’s go.”
“We’re not going to the vape-orium, dude.” Jonah says.
“Fine, then we’re not going to the aquarium either.” TJ responds.
“Fine! Then where are we gonna go.”
Fifteen minutes later, the two of silently sit on the swings behind their very middle school, swinging lightly and awkwardly looking around, leaving the middle swing empty, just in case Cyrus magically decides to show up
“It’s fine. This is fine.” TJ claims, not sounding very believable. “I don’t even care that Cyrus ditched us. It’s not like he was my first real friend or anything. What, me, no, I’m not bitter hahahahahaha.” He scowls forward, angrily kicking a portion of the wood chips below them.
“So you really felt one?” Jonah asks.
“What.” TJ looks at him.
“A spark. With Cyrus. When you guys were here together.” Jonah feels weird just saying it.
“Oh.” TJ scoffs. “Maybe for like, half a second, but sure.”
Jonah grins at his fabrication . “So like, what happened.”
“We were debating over who hard more issues,” TJ starts.
“Yeah, that sounds a lot like something you guys would do.”
They snicker.
“He didn’t want to swing high, so, I started pushing him.”
“Really.”
TJ scoffs at his obvious dissatisfaction. “Relax.” He gets off his swing. “It was literally only this,” he goes behind Jonah and starts pushing him head on.
“Ha!” Jonah laughs.
“See?” TJ asks. “You’re acting like I did this.” He takes him by the shoulders and brings him in front of him, leaning over and laughing into his ear before he can think of what to whisper.
“Owe.” Jonah smiles and shoved him off. “I can swing myself, by the way.” He starts to swing as high as he can go, TJ playfully jumping out in front of him and cackling along when he’s almost kicked to the ground.
“Oh!” Jonah laughs when he unexpectedly kicks him in the stomach. “Are you okay?!” He hastily slows down, getting off and stepping over to him.
“You did that on purpose, I bet.” TJ smiles, clutching his stomach for a few moments to ease the pain.
“No, I swear.” Jonah grins.
“Prove it!” TJ lightly shoves him. “I’m gonna kill you.” He jokes.
“Gonna have to catch me first.” Jonah takes off, laughing excessively as he’s chased by TJ multiple times around the swing set.
“Jonah!”
He laughs at TJ’s shriek, facing him directly and smirking proudly, before being pinned down to the ground and giggling right below his face.
When the laugher dies down, and the acknowledgement of what’s actually happening speeds right to the surface, things between them begin to feel...Almost, poetic.
They blame the playground.
Clearing his throat, TJ quickly stands up after letting go of him, trying to look anywhere but Jonah’s eyes after he stands up himself.
“Um.” He smiles. “You have, wood chips, in your hair.”
Jonah blushes madly, the both of them awkwardly giggling when TJ uses his finger to flick them out.
“Um...” Now that he’s looking into Jonah’s eyes it’s kind of hard to stop. “We should go somewhere else.”
“I totally agree. Yeah.”
They can’t get off that playground fast enough.
For Cyrus, hanging out with Marty in his room was going pretty well up until about fifteen minutes ago, which was when Marty and Buffy started video chatting, causing Marty to lose focus on Cyrus almost entirely.
TJ was right. Right now, is their long distance honeymoon phase.
“So how’s the new place.” Marty’s asking Buffy, sitting at his desk with her face on the screen of his phone as Cyrus awkwardly sits on his bed from across the room, eyes glued to the ceiling and his body angrily stiff.
“It’s good!” Buffy beams. “We really gotta start unpacking, but, I had to see your face.”
Cyrus rolls his eyes to the sound of their giggles.
“Um,” he’s surprised to get ahold of Marty’s attention. “I gotta go.” He gets off his bed. “Jonah and TJ, they, they need me somewhere.”
“Oh.” Both Marty and Buffy look his way. “Okay. See ya man.”
“Bye Cyrus. I miss you!” Buffy grins, Cyrus never feeling more guilty about his current envy. He can’t blame her for this. She’s young and love, and maybe, someday in the near future, he will be too.
“Bye...” His smile is just barely genuine.
Once he steps out of the room, he can hear Marty and Buffy pick right where they left off in their conversation, as if he was never even there at all.
Back at TJ’s, up in his room, he and Jonah are desperately trying to justify ‘what happened.’
“It was the playground. That place has some sort of love spell cast on it. I know it.” TJ boldly states.
“Yeah! I mean, that has to be why. I mean, first you and Cyrus and now you and—Me.” He quickly glances away.
“Yeah..! I mean, the last time we were all there together, Andi and Buffy were like, totally all over each other.” TJ exaggerates.
“Exactly..!” Jonah scratches the back of his sweaty neck. “There. It’s the playground. End of the story. I mean, you and me?” He snickers, bringing on their nervous laughter.
“I know, right. That’s so stupid. I think we should kiss.” TJ blurts.
“What?!” Jonah wouldn’t be surprised if his whole body was a deep shade of red. “Are you crazy?!”
“Just to ease the tension! Like Sam and Freddie in iCarly.”
Jonah frowns. “I dunno, dude...” He can’t bring himself to process it.
“C’mon, I don’t even know if anyone’s gonna ever wanna kiss me at all, I’d at least like to have just one.” Now TJ’s desperate.
“You will have your first one. Just not me.” Sweating more than ever as he wrings together his fingers, Jonah repeatedly looks down to the floor and back at him.
The longer their excruciating pause goes on, the harder it is to act like TJ isn’t there.
“Alright, alright fine. Just...” He slowly steps closer to him, furrowing his brow and trying to look anywhere but his lips. “Fine. Just go for it.”
“Me?” TJ’s appalled.
“Yes, you! It was your idea!”
“Ugh.” TJ groans. “Fine.” He breathes onto his palm and gives it a quick sniff.
“You can’t smell your own breath, TJ, it’s not possible.” Jonah just needs this to be over.
“Quit it before I change my mind.” TJ threatens.
“Maybe you should change your mind..!” Jonah anxiously suggests.
“It’ll be over in like, two seconds. I won’t use my tongue. I promise.”
Cringing in agitation, Jonah steps closer, locking together their eyes until he looks down to his lips, then up to his nose. “Alright, uh...” Maybe if his heart beats any faster he’ll pass out and they won’t have to do this.
After a bit of contemplating, their noses finally touch, and once their lips are about to, TJ’s door flies open, causing them to break apart and silently get ahold of themselves as they see TJ’s Dad standing in the entryway.
“Yeah...” TJ can still feel his heart in his throat.
“Cyrus, a boy from your school, is here.”
Jonah looks to TJ in an instant. “Ummm...Where is Cyrus, if you don’t mind?” He asks TJ’s Dad.
“Outside.”
“Got it.” He looks back to TJ. “I was never here.”
“Wait, Jonah!”
Racing himself down the stairs, Jonah looks around in an utter haste, eyes landing on the back door, where he automatically runs over to and exits out of.
Turns out when TJ’s Dad said that Cyrus was outside, he meant the backyard.
“Cyrus...”
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