Not too many days later, Yolanda De La Cruz was throwing a party, and everyone on the social up and up was invited. Connor, Allen, Kendall, and any number of other jocks and cheerleaders and other popular busybodies were all to gather that weekend at Yolanda's place. But Kendall apparently had to cancel because she had some "errands to run". Which was odd considering she was usually all about parties. Especially when Yolanda threw them. But nobody looked twice at her for it - she was after all the "Queen Bee"...
At that party, Connor sat by himself and drank some party punch, thinking about recent events. There was some actual alcohol flowing around, this was a rich teenager party after all, but Connor preferred not drinking. He looked around and found himself still thinking about Allen. How incredible it had felt those times they had sex, and how much he still yearned for Allen.
Half the time he masturbated...well, on the rare occasion he even had to, his mind would go to Kendall and her amazing breasts. The other half of the time, he imagined Allen, and the two of them in a hypothetical hook up. Connor just thinking about that found himself growing slightly excited. He shook his head.
He should not be thinking about this, least of all in this kind of a party atmosphere.
Connor looked around and saw Allen drinking with some buddies of his. He didn't know if Allen's drink was punch or an actual drink, and he had heard Allen liked to...shall we say, play fast and loose with the rules regarding drinks. Connor sipped his punch some more as he watched Allen talk about some recent pranks he'd pulled.
He didn't even know why it was so intense in him, this yearning for Allen. Maybe it was just the whole "the first guy" thing. But Connor still knew that deep down he wanted Allen. Wanted him so very badly. He wanted him like he wanted Kendall.
The party seemed to proceed to a dancing portion, and the music was predictably hot and heavy. The assembled older teens began dancing in predictably licentious ways, taking the moment to really enjoy one another's presences. It was a delightfully "poly" occasion that saw tight dancing and heavy movements. Connor gleefully took part, hoping to forget in the throng how much he had been pining after a guy.
The music got his blood flowing though, and as Connor went from girl to girl, he was realizing how much he envied them being able to dance with Allen. He still felt immeasurably powerful arousal as usual whenever a girl grinded on him, and he made sure to repay the favor when it was given, but he was distinctly left wanting.
His head started spinning a bit due to the heat and the humidity in the room, a lazy grin showing on his face. He loved these kinds of parties. A party that may as well, he thought to himself, be an orgy, with all this close quarters stuff. He loved every minute of it, feeling closer to the object of his affection than he ever had before.
Then, when the party seemed to start winding down, Allen came by Connor and said, "I-I uh, I need to get to a bed...I'm...I think I might need to stay the night."
Connor checked it out with Yolanda, and she was of course okay with it - even wishing Allen a speedy recovery and a lack of hangover the next day. Connor promptly helped Allen get upstairs to the designated room, but as they went, Allen seemed to take the opportunity to awkwardly slap Connor's derriere. The jock looked somewhat surprised and a little intrigued down at his somewhat drunken friend.
"You...you made such a hot girl, Connor..." Allen murmured to him, and then it seemed his hands started roaming Connor's body as if he was still a girl.
"Allen, you're...you're out of sorts. You gotta---"
"I gotta get laid, bro...gotta find a hot girl. Weren't you like, a hot girl not too long ago...?"
Dumbass, Connor thought, letting himself get this fucked up at a party. What if somebody else hadn't gotten him up to a room? Connor swore, Allen was utterly irresponsible...and still, unquestionably the guy Connor wanted. Deciding to stay by him thru the night, Connor pulled in a sleeping bag Yolanda had that usually was used for camping, and got ready to sleep by his side.
Connor mused that maybe in the morning, something could happen. Maybe, maybe not. But he loved being this close.