The Greatest Force Ch. 10

"You're right." I mumbled, dipping my finger into the pint of softening vanilla ice cream. "It is good." Before I could think about what I was doing, I held the bite to his lips and watched him cleanly take it into his mouth, watching me the whole time. Parker stuck two fingers into the tub and hooked his soft skin onto my teeth, smearing the ice cream at the corner of my lips.

"I told you, you stubborn fuck." Parker said flatly. He mesmerizingly watched me put the pint down and grab his chin, lifting lightly to come perfectly face to face with me. I saw the face of my best friend who I had lost sight of along the way; who I tore myself away from for the sole purpose of being with Alec; who never stopped persisting at mending our bent friendship even though I constantly refused. I saw the flower field in his eyes. I saw the poplar trees and the baby blue Cadillac. I saw the lilac petals swirling around on the black cement at sunset when we'd bike down the concrete hill. I saw the countless times he came to rescue me when we were young; the countless times he sacrificed his happiness for mine. Our breathing was heavy and the space between us was becoming less and less.

"I'm gonna kiss you, now." Parker whispered. "And if you don't want me to, then stop me." He waited a couple of seconds before resting his cold hands on my neck and pulling me into him, kissing me wide enough to lick up the ice cream he planted on the edge of my mouth.

His kisses were something new, and unlike before. 10 years ago, our kiss was quick and innocent, but this time it was definitely cut from a different fabric; a long, deep, sultry, irresistible fabric.

I frowned through concentration as we kissed, focusing on the single moment I was experiencing, forcing myself to block everything else out, including Alec. I just wanted to feel good. I wanted to feel okay.

Parker drew in deep breaths between each kiss, angling his face to get the perfect bite. My heart raced and ached and pumped violently in my chest, but I barely moved at all. We shared our tongues, and searched for the sweet remains of ice cream in one another's mouths, quietly filled with fear, satisfaction, regret, anger, lust, frustration, love, denial...

I skimmed my fingers over the scars on Parker's face I had created in Alec's defense. I gripped the back of his head and massaged my hand into his hair. Our mouths clicked and popped and squeaked and snapped. I wrestled his body up against the wall, knocking over a framed photo of Chloe and her new husband, and for a brief second, we both got the opportunity to see that it landed face down.

"Perfect." Parker said seriously and breathlessly, grabbing me again and lightly gnawing my cheek as I teethed at his ear.

"Oh my god, I hate you."

"Said the biggest piece of shit."

"I seriously can't stand you, Parker," I pressed my head against his. "I don't think you realize."

"The feeling is mutual."

"Oh, fuck," I groaned when we began to lip each other again. The sexual tension was stronger than anything I could've attempted to put into words. It felt like there was a magnetic force between us, repelling and attracting one another at the same exact time. There was not enough either of us could do to satisfy the urgency of the situation, and Parker constantly yearned to kiss me harder than before. We were both solid below, more than our bodies writhing and twitching and squirming in anticipation.

"Please." Parker sighed in impatient need, gripping my shoulder when I tugged his shirt out of his slacks and slid my hand in.

"Jesus, you're desperate, aren't you?" I grabbed all of him in my hand, sending a shiver through Parker's body, in turn making me do the same. "I shouldn't be doing this." I shook my head while Parker kissed me down my neck.

"Don't think, just do. You're good at that." Parker growled, grabbing my tie.

"Normally, I'd tell you what a dumbass you are for saying that," I spoke through an exhale.

"This isn't a normal situation though, is it?" Parker pressed his hand over mine, urging me to carry on.

I accidentally moaned as I pressed our bodies against each other, feeling the heat between us amplified around our hands.

"Holy fuck, the noises you make are so sexy," Parker said in a helpless voice. "I've been missing out on so much."

"You're actually not missing a lot at all," I spoke through a restrained moan, looking down at our hands and back at the wall consistently.

"Parker?" a distant voice called.

Both of us froze. I slammed my palms into the wall on either side of Parker's head, burying my face in my elbow.

"Where are you, fuzzy wuzzy..." Jenna clicked her feet into the kitchen, weirdly surveying the scene before her. She gasped at the sight of us.

"Jenna...not now..."

"Is...he okay?" Jenna started approaching us. I yelped, pretending to cry. She stopped immediately.

"Now's not the time, Jenna." Parker said in a soothing voice. "He's having a hard time...with...personal things..." He patted my shoulder and cleared his throat.

"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry." I could hear Jenna cover her mouth with a hand and become embarrassed. "I'll be right on the shore if you guys need me, I'm so sorry for interrupting. Feel better, Jett. Sorry."

She hurried out to the front door and closed it lightly.

"Shit." I tucked Parker's shirt back into his pants. "We can't do this."

"Wait -- wait -- come on - "

"Parker."

"What?"

I glared at him.

"What?!" He repeated, his perfect, tidy hair resembled a haystack.

"I shouldn't have done that." I snapped the lid onto the container of melted ice cream and dunked it into the fridge.

"You can't be serious right now." Parker's eyes widened. "You cannot be serious. I can't believe you."

I picked up the framed photograph and hung it back on the wall.

"I'm dead fucking serious."

"You seemed a thousand percent okay with it just a minute ago, you fucking asshole, what the hell is this?!"

"I don't know!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands into the air. "I don't know what I'm doing with anything, okay?! I just wanted to take a piss, that's all. That's all." I wiped my forehead with the back of my hand and sniffed.

Parker's flushed face was heaving up and down, catching breath.

"I thought you said you love Alec." He said after a while.

"That's because I did say that."

"Well, what's wrong with you? Do you not know what you want?"

"I DO know what I w - "

"Then why didn't you go and fucking tell him that then, fuckface, instead of making shit complicated?"

"I DID, PARKER. I FUCKING TOLD HIM. He doesn't love me. He doesn't. He doesn't. He doesn't love me. Is that what you want to hear? Alec doesn't love me. You were right. About everything." My eyes stung with tears and my face burned into color. A lump in my throat formed faster than I could keep track of, and my voice became strained. "What do you want from me? I have nothing to give you, okay?"

"So is that why you came to the wedding? To pick me up as a rebound? Is that what this fucking is, you little piece of--"

"NO! You're so fucking stupid, Parker. I fucking HATE you!" Hot, boiling tears plopped onto my suit pants and I messily wiped my face with a frown. "Go prance on the beach with Jenna or something, go get married and get her a purple fucking dress and get the doves and shit. Just go away, Parker, I don't want to be here anymore."

Parker silently took offense; I could hear it in his voice. "Yeah. I'll go skip on the beach and roll in the sand with Jenna and you can just sit here and sulk in the mess that you made for yourself. I'll be outside when you're ready to grow the hell up."

He waited a couple of moments and watched me sniffle and struggle to suppress tears, with my face pink and flushed and my eyes so flooded with water that they probably looked like glass spheres.

"Go." I croaked angrily, motioning towards the door.

And so he did.