12. Chapter 12
I’d texted Stix an hour ago, and he still hadn’t answered.
So I headed to his house on my skateboard since he didn’t live too far away and crossed my fingers that he was home by the time I got there.
I needed help and some answers, and I was too impatient to wait.
I could talk to our other friends, but Stix and I talked the most about personal shit.
I also didn’t want to talk about this with Sam.
Well, I probably should, but I didn’t want to look like an idiot. Plus, I wanted to surprise him.
I reached their old townhome that Stix had recently purchased, which was in the middle of being painted, but it was coming along nicely.
It wasn’t located in the nicest part of town, but it sure was better than the shitty old apartments he and Stone used to live in. Our apartment wasn’t much better.
Sam and I would probably never make enough money to buy something nice, but hell, at least we had a roof over our heads, and it was way better than living on the streets.
I would never complain about our living situation.
As long as Sam was in it, I would forever be happy.
While I didn’t need to be rich, I wouldn’t snub my nose if I came into money either, but that would never happen.
When I stepped up to their door, which was stripped of paint, exposing raw wood, I knocked on it. Not long after, Stix’s mom answered the door with a smile on her face and white paint speckling her skin and hair.
She was the fucking nicest person I knew, always kind to Stix’s friends.
She became like our adopted mom. And if we needed a female figure to talk to, we could talk to her without shame.
We all adored her, along with Stix’s little sister, Nova, who’d recently turned six.
And she was like our adopted sister. Stix had been taking her out skateboarding more, and we all helped out if we were around.
His Mom was still relatively young since she had Stix at a very young age. Her thick, brown hair was piled high on her head, and her dark brown eyes matched Stix’s.
“Hello, Nacho,” she said, instantly pulling me into a hug. “It’s good to see you, sweetie.”
“Hey, Ms. J. How’s it hanging?” I asked, hugging her back, trying not to pine over my lack of having a mother I could hug.
“It’s going well. Come on in.”
I stepped inside to chaos with the house in various states of repair. The place didn’t have much furniture since they weren’t exactly rolling in money either, but they’d been slowly working on fixing up the place, so there were home improvement supplies everywhere.
“Sorry about the mess. Since we’re doing the improvements ourselves and it’s expensive, it’s slow-going. At least I can get some things done while Nova isn’t here. That girl keeps me on my toes.”
I smiled and nodded. Nova was the sweetest kid I knew, but what did I know? I knew nothing about raising kids. “It looks great, and it’s going to be beautiful when you’re done. I’m so happy for you all and your new home.”
“Thank you, Nacho. So, what can I do for you?”
I rubbed the back of my neck. “Uhm. Is Stix here?”
“No, he’s out at the skatepark with Nova and Ajax, but Stone is here. He just got home from working at the fish market about an hour ago. I’m sure he’s out of the shower by now.”
“Uh…” I guess I could talk to him, though he scared me a little. He was intimidating as hell, and I’d only seen him smile and melt for Stix, but no one else. Even then, his smiles were small. But I was impatient enough to talk to him. “Sure?”
She snorted a laugh. “He looks big and scary, and rarely smiles, but I promise you, he’s sweet and patient. You seem like you really need to talk to someone, and he’s available. Or you can talk to me.”
My face incinerated. “Yeah, no can do. Not about this.”
Her smile was kind and patient. “I understand. Just go on upstairs. Stone is in his room.”
“Thanks, Ms. J.”
I ran up the stairs and stopped in front of the closed door to Stix and Stone’s bedroom. With a deep breath and a tumbling stomach, I knocked. At least Stone wouldn’t laugh at me since he rarely laughed at anything. And he wasn’t the type to tease people, either. That was Stix’s job.
Stone quickly opened it, scanning me with hazel-green eyes without an expression on his face.
God, he was so hard to read. His dark brown hair had grown out since we’d first met him, usually keeping it close to the scalp.
His long bangs fell, still wet from his shower, dripping a little bit down the sides of his freshly shaven face and onto his gray T-shirt.
“Nacho?” he said.
It took all my strength not to back away slowly and leave. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. No, I wanted to do this for Sam.
“Hey… Uhm, can you talk?”
His brows twitched into a furrow. “Er… I guess. Sure.”
Stone stepped aside to let me in. The bedroom was more furnished than the rest of the house, with a queen-sized bed on a metal frame, two worn nightstands flanked on either side, and they had an old dresser that had seen better days.
I sat on the edge of the bed, covered in a dark gray comforter and white sheets. Stone sat stiffly next to me, his folded hands wedged between his thighs, focusing on the blank wall in front of him. Maybe he wasn’t so terrifying, but shy.
“Stix isn’t here,” he said.
“Yeah, I know. It’s why I’m talking to you.”
He said nothing, making me doubt my rationality of being here and talking to Stone, of all people. I could wait for Stix, but I needed someone to talk to, and I didn’t want to wait until tomorrow or whenever I saw him again.
“Ugh… here goes,” I mumbled. “I need help with a personal matter.”
He nodded, still not looking at me. “Okay.”
“I need help on how to give a blow job,” I blurted as my face burned again, and so did Stone’s as his stiff body stiffened even more. “You and Stix are the only ones in a relationship, and I’ve never… ugh, done it before.” I ran a hand through my curls. “Fuck, this is so embarrassing.”
Stone nodded again, but he looked at me, this time with a tiny up curve to his mouth. “It really is.”
“Can you help me or not?” I huffed.
He rubbed his face with his hands as if trying to erase the redness there. “Shit, Nico had to teach me. I knew nothing about being with a guy until him. He really is the best person to ask about these things. Plus, he’s more comfortable talking about it than I am.”
“Well, he’s not here, and I’m kind of desperate.”
“Can’t you look it up online?”
“I have, but it’s basic. I want an actual point of view from a person who’s done it. I also don’t read so well.”
“What about the person you’re about to… try it with? Can’t you ask him?”
I shook my head. “He’s as clueless as I am. We’re both… virgins. Yeah, most guys have done it by now, but it is what it is.”
Thank fuck Stone didn’t laugh. I didn’t want to date or have sex with anyone else, so being a virgin had been a choice. I think Sam did, too, now that we’d confessed our feelings.
When Stone said nothing, I said, “Please, man. I’ll take any advice you can give.”
Stone’s body sagged. “Fine… God.”
“Trust me, I’m as embarrassed as you are.”
“Why are you in such a hurry and can’t wait for Stix to get home… Well, he’ll be gone all day because he works tonight, except to drop Nova back at home, and then he’ll be off to work.”
“Because I want to do this tonight. I’ve waited fucking years for this day.”
Stone’s hazel-green eyes grew wide, and his brows rose to his hairline. “You’re talking about Pippin?”
I chewed my bottom lip, unable to contain my smile, and nodded.
I didn’t want to admit that because Sam was so private, but Stone guessed it regardless.
Hell, all our friends already knew how I felt about Sam.
“You’re the first to know, so please don’t tell anyone…
not yet. I want to do it with Sam’s approval. ”
He ran a hand through his dark hair. “Fuck, Nico’s gonna explode in happiness. Then I’m going to have to clean up the gore.”
I snorted a laugh, but needed to be clear with Stone that he told no one, not even Stix. “Please don’t tell Stix yet. Let me. He’ll be pissed if I don't confess to him personally.”
“You got it.”
“Thanks, man. Now back to blow jobs. Any help you can give, I’ll be eternally grateful.”
“Ugh, okay… BJs.” Stone ran the palms of his hands over his jeans and didn’t look at me again.
His face turned blotchy as he gave in to the inevitable embarrassment.
“So, it’s not just the… dick you gotta… ugh.
You gotta play with the balls and shit. Don’t just start sucking.
You gotta lick around it like a popsicle or something, focusing on the most sensitive areas.
Think of it as foreplay, like working up to the event.
Also, try some… fuck… some rimming… you know…
” He ran a hand through his hair, his face turning a brighter red as I was completely engrossed in his instructions while burning red myself.
“I know what rimming is.”
He expelled a loud breath. “Thank fuck… Okay, so you should know the most sensitive areas of the dick, which are the head and right underneath it. Just play around with it and see how Pippin reacts… if he’s the responsive type.
Or you can ask him outright what he likes.
I mean, Nico is notorious for making me use my words and talking about what I like and don’t like. ”
I made mental notes, trying to imagine myself doing all that to Sam. My dick throbbed to life with fantasies of pleasing Sam with my mouth, but I tamed it, not wanting to get hard right now. Talk about humiliating. “Okay. What else?”
“I mean, you can just suck him down and see how deep you can go, but like… Nico, he plays with my nipples and shit, too. He focuses on my entire body before even trying to make me come. Once you start sucking his… dick, use your tongue, and if you can’t take him all the way into your mouth, use your hand at the base, stroking at the same time you’re sucking him…
like rhythmically. You can play with the balls with your other hand, too. ”
“Got it. This is good stuff, Stone.” I knew how blow jobs worked, but not to the extent Stone explained it. I didn’t want to go down on Sam and have his first time getting sucked down to be lame and boring, or even worse, being unable to make him come… Fucking mortifying.
“Honestly, he’s going to like whatever you do,” he said. “Is that it?”
“Yep, I think I’ve got a clearer picture. I appreciate it, man.”
His body sagged again. “Good… Fuck, please don’t make me talk about that ever again.”
I covered my mouth to stifle an embarrassed laugh because, despite how reluctant and embarrassed Stone was, he’d chosen to help me.
He could’ve dumped me onto someone else, but he didn’t.
His entire demeanor and reaction to this discussion endeared him to me, and I started to understand what Stix saw in him and why he was so drawn to Stone.
For the first time, Stone didn’t make me so nervous to be around him, even with the humiliating subject matter.
We stood in awkward silence before I swallowed down my pride and pulled Stone into a hug, which wasn’t easy, being as huge and broad as he was. Stone went stiff, but he finally relaxed and gave me a bro pat on my back before quickly pulling away.
“Thanks so much, Stone. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate your help.”
He rubbed the back of his neck, staring at his feet. “Sure. Uh, I would say anytime, but next time, just ask Nico. He’s way better at this shit than I am.”
“Actually, you’ve been an amazing help. I don’t feel like such a newb going into this.”
“You’re gonna be fine. We were all new at this at one point.”
That hit home for me. Maybe I was worrying about this too much. Stone was right. Sam would be just as unfamiliar as me about sex.
“Thanks again.”
I left quickly, not wanting Stone to feel any more awkward than he already was.
At least I was ready for tonight, as long as Sam was.