“What’s going on with Cill and Ash?” Jay asks as we walk towards the McGettigan farm. It’s only a quarter mile from my house, which will be handy for getting my drunken arse home later.
I swipe the naggin from his fingers and decide to just put it out there. “He says they love each other. I told him to make it official or fuck off.” I take a swig before passing the bottle back. “You have any issue if they start going out?”
“Me?” He fakes surprise, but he’s fooling no one. “Why the fuck would I give a shit?” He drains the rest of the vodka and tosses the empty bottle over a bush as we walk down Lott Lane.
I could call him out on his bullshit, but I’d rather not. If he likes my sister, her new relationship will soon cure him of those feelings. It’s not like Ash has even noticed. All she sees is Cillian.
“Good.” Removing two cans of cider from my backpack, I pop the tab on one and hand it to Jay. Thank fuck for Jono’s older brother, Graham. He turned eighteen a few months ago, and he has no issue buying booze for us. Unlike my stick-up-the-arse brother. Ciarán is also eighteen, but he refuses to help a brother out.
“Time to get fucked up.” He brings the can to his mouth.
“Yup.” I open my drink and knock back a mouthful of warm cider. “Just remember girls are distractions we don’t need,” I say, eyeballing him. Jamie and I have been discussing starting a band, and between the band and school, we’ll be busy. We don’t need girls getting in the way of our plans.
We both grew up with a guitar in our hands and bonded early over our love of music. I have a notebook full of songs I’ve written over the past few years, and I’m itching to let the words roam free. Ma won’t let me consider it until after the Junior Cert, but as soon as next summer hits, I’m putting our plans into action.
If Jay likes my sis, he’ll soon get over it when we start the band and have birds throwing their knickers at us nonstop.
“True, but I wouldn’t mind getting my dick sucked on the regular. Wanking just isn’t doing it for me anymore.”
We share a grin thinking back to last month where we both had our first blowjobs in the toilets of the community center—the highlight of the lame teen disco I’d only attended ’cause Ash wanted to go.
We’re both locked by the time we get to the party taking place in an outbuilding on the McGettigan farm. It’s mostly older kids from fifth and sixth year in attendance. Jono’s brother is here, and he’s vouched for us, though he told us we’re on our own if we get into any trouble. Cillian, that sly fucker, disappeared somewhere en route to the party. Took a detour into my house is my guess. Cill likes to talk a big game, act like he’s the big lad, down with drinking and partying, but the truth is, his parents are proper religious, and it’s messed with his head. So, yeah, Cill doing a disappearing act is nothing new.
We knock back the rest of the cider, smoke some weed, and head to the dance floor, buzzing and dancing like dopes, until I spot Eimear Tallon and Nina Campbell looking right at us. They’re off to the side, holding bottles of that fruity alcohol shit all the girls seem to drink. Eimear licks her lips and tilts her head in a “come here” gesture, and I don’t need to be told twice.
I’ve had a hard-on for Eimear since first year, but she usually doesn’t give me the time of day. She’s sixteen, and even though I’m only a few months away from fifteen, she’s always rejected my flirting, telling me I’m too young for her. I’m hoping that might have changed since I took a big growth spurt over the summer. I’m almost as tall as Shane now, and my shoulders and arms are ripped from farm work and my weekly sessions at Bray Boxing Club. From the look in Eimear’s eye, she’s appreciating my efforts.
It’s a miracle I don’t come on the spot with the way she’s eye fucking me.
I grab Jay’s arm. “Come on, lad.” I’m already rock hard behind my jeans as I haul him off the dance floor with me. “I think it’s our lucky night.”
“Let’s go!” he says, grinning when he sees the girls waiting for us.
“Be chill,” I warn him. He’s more fucked up than me, and I’m not blowing the only chance I might get with Eimear.
“Eimear. Nina. Looking beautiful, as always,” I say when we reach them.
“You don’t look so bad yourself, Dillon.” Eimear’s gaze moves up and down my body.
“You still meeting Lawlor?” I ask as Jamie pulls Nina off to the side and starts talking to her.
“Nah. I broke it off with him.” She leans in closer, putting her hand on my chest before she looks up at me. “He was too serious, and I’m only looking for fun.”
“Fun’s practically my middle name.”
She giggles. “Cheesy, but I bet it’s true.”
I slide my arm around her waist, pulling her in flush to my body, letting her feel what she does to me. “You want a good time, babe, I’m your man.” I can’t stop the cheese flowing from my mouth, but Eimear doesn’t seem to mind.
“Shut your mouth, O’Donoghue, before I change my mind.” She wraps her arms around my neck, pressing her gorgeous body against me. “Or maybe I’ll shut it for you.” She grabs my face and pulls it down to hers.
I’m grinning like an eejit as my lips descend, claiming her mouth in a hard kiss. I’m fairly sure some cum is leaking in my boxers when she shoves her tongue in my mouth and grabs my arse through my jeans, and I really hope I don’t embarrass myself.
“Let’s go outside,” she purrs into my ear, taking my hand and guiding it through the gaps in our bodies and up under her skirt.“I need a different kind of kiss,” she adds, licking my ear and dragging my fingers along her knickers.
Jamie and I trade matching smug grins as both older girls lead us outside the barn, and we’re still wearing them an hour later when we stumble back to my gaff after epic blowjobs that culminated in us coming all over the girls’ tits.
5
