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The room was spinning gently. The small vape felt really funny in Braden's hand. It was like this was not his hand at all, but someone else's, a slightly wrong size or something. He could not really feel his body.
"Come on", Chase said very close to his ear. "Have some more, there's still some left."
"I dunno", Braden slurred. Speaking was very difficult. "I had all the... all the beers. In Ash... Asha... Asher's house. And this. So much of this." He indicated the vape.
Chase's arm was wrapped around him. It was stifling hot in Chase's bed. The window was open but the summer night was warm. Braden didn't usually drink, wasn't even old enough to drink legally. But Chase and his friends were in their twenties, and since Chase and Braden had started dating, someone always had beer they were ready to share. That was so nice of them.
"Just a little more", Chase insisted. "That's a good boy."
Braden was too confused to think. The world felt warm and soft and blurred at the edges, and if Chase said he should take a bit more of the weed, maybe that was ok, too. Braden took a long drag of the vape, tasting the sweet aroma of the herb. The smoke was thick and heavy in his lungs, and he felt he was sinking deeper into the bed and deeper into his own mind.
Chase was wrapped around him, heavy and soft. Chase's leg was between Braden's legs, and Braden pressed his hips against it, pushing softly to get some friction. He always got so horny when Chase gave him cannabis. He wasn't ready to go all the way yet, but he wished they could dry hump a bit now, like they had before, it always felt so good. Time was slowing down, and Chase's leg was pressing him on the exact right spot, and he was so happy...
"One more, there you go", said Chase from somewhere far away.
And there was the vape on his lips again, and probably it was all right. Braden took one more deep drag.
And he was falling.
Someone was taking his pants off. Braden felt so relaxed, so wonderfully stupid. But someone was undressing him, and he didn't know why. Braden made a questioning noise, unable to form real words.
"Relax, Bray", Chase said in a soothing voice.
"Wha...?" Braden slurred.
"Just making you more comfortable."
Braden had the fleeting thought that Chase could speak and move surprisingly well. Maybe he hadn't drank and smoked as much as Braden had. That was weird, since he'd been telling Braden to drink and smoke quite a lot. But it didn't matter much. Braden felt so relaxed. Chase was just making him more comfortable. It was too hot, that was true.
Then there was a hand between his legs, and only then Braden noticed that he wasn't wearing any underwear. The touch felt like too much, it was intense and wet and intrusive. When had he become so wet there? How long had they dry humped? There were fingers, Chase's fingers, running up and down Braden's labia, spreading the slickness around, and it was all too new, too unexpected. Braden felt like he was overloading, but he was also immobilized on the bed, trapped by the softness of the bed and the heaviness of his own body.
A finger found his swollen clit, and Braden had been just about to say no to the touches, but instead, he moaned. Chase laughed, close to Braden's ear, hot breath on his cheek. Chase rubbed the swollen nub up and down, and yes, it did feel good, even if Braden didn't quite remember if he wanted this. Had Chase asked him? Braden's head felt all fuzzy, but his hips pushed towards Chase's fingers, the touch on his little t-dick all strange and wonderful.
Then there were suddenly hands pushing his shirt up. That was something he didn't want.
"Nnno", he managed.
"Aren't you feeling hot?" Chase whispered. "Just making you more comfortable."
The room was stuffy, and Braden had been feeling hot even without his pants. But he didn't like anyone to see him shirtless. His breasts were small, small enough that he didn't bother wearing a binder most days and could still pass as a man. But he didn't like them, had never shown them to Chase.
"Lift your head a little, there you go", Chase directed as he pulled the t-shirt over Braden's head.
Chase kissed him on the mouth, wet, too much tongue. And then he was moving lower.
"So nice, you look so good..." Chase murmured. "Such nice little... nipples", and Braden had the feeling he had been about to say something else. But that thought was soft and fuzzy, too.
There was a mouth on his nipple, hot and wet, then it opened to take some of his breast in, sucking it. And Braden hated that, he didn't like the feeling of his breast being handled at all, but the licking of his nipple was making his breath quicken and his hips twitch nonetheless. A hand was squeezing his other breast, and that was wrong, that was not something Chase was supposed to do. Braden was at a loss for what to say and what to do. He wanted this. He didn't want this. It was all too much.
And Chase's other hand was still rubbing him between his legs. Oh god, Braden was so horny he couldn't think. The mouth left his breast, thankfully, and moved down lower, to his belly, over his navel, and finally Braden could feel Chase's breath between his legs, on his wet folds.
Chase took a long, flat-tongued lick.
Braden felt like he's had an electric shock. It was so much. It felt so good. It was wrong somehow, though he couldn't quite grasp why. Had he consented to this? Had they talked about doing it? Probably they had, and Braden had just forgotten. His head felt like it was full of cotton.
Chase continued licking him, and that was driving away any other thoughts in his head. There was nothing but the insistent movement of Chase's mouth on him, licking slow, then faster, then taking his clot in his mouth and sucking it, just like Braden had wished his cock would be sucked someday. The world was full of that stifling pleasure, and Braden had no brains left for anything else.
There was a finger there, too, not soft and pliant like the tongue but hard, bony, probing a bit lower. Chase was feeling for his hole, and that was one place that Braden was sure he didn't want anything yet, maybe not ever. The finger found his entrance, and it was not pushing in yet, but it was pushing at him, preparing.
"Nnnnh", Braden tried. It was not quite a no, though he had meant it to be.
Chase made a humming noise against his clit, and that was amazing, the soft vibration adding to the wet movement of the tongue. Chase licked him faster, and Braden forgot about the finger, because everything felt like so much. He loved his boyfriend. He was so drunk and so high. He was close. He was about to have his first orgasm with another person.
Braden was whining and pushing his hips slowly against Chase's mouth. He felt like he was underwater, everything else dark and muted except the sharp pleasure. He was about to come. Chase took Braden's clit in his mouth, sucking it harder, faster. Braden was about to...
The finger pushed inside his wet, yielding front hole, penetrating him for the first time ever. Braden didn't want that, he didn't want anything inside. It curled up, pressing at his front wall. That was wrong, he wanted it out, he wanted...
Then he was coming, pulsing hard around the finger, his hips twitching. He was moaning, he was almost screaming at the sensation. He had never come like this. It was unbelievable. He shook and trembled for a long time, it felt like time had stopped again and nothing was happening in the world but his endless orgasm.
Finally, his trembling calmed down, and he relaxed back into the bed. Chase's finger was still inside him, uninvited, too strange.
And now Chase's mouth was on his, kissing him wetly again, so that Braden could hardly breathe.
After some time, Chase broke the kiss.
"So sexy", he murmured. "You're so hot, I've dreamed of doing this."
"Out?" Braden slurred. The finger inside him was uncomfortable now. He had not wanted it, even though he had come.
"Yeah", Chase agreed, though he didn't take it out. "Yeah, I'm just gonna need to do one more thing..."
Braden didn't know what Chase meant. But he was so sleepy now. Everything was all right. He was happy. Wasn't he?