Never Have I Ever
Chapter One: Competition

"A'right Walsh, you ready to throw down?" Clover smirked, trying to keep herself sitting-up straight on the floor.

"Bring it, baby." Alan slurred, waving his index in her general direction since pointing seemed to be too difficult. "Just you got gin for blood doesn't mean shit, right Vic."

"Uh, yeah man," Victor said, hesitantly surveying the situation. It seemed that things has escalated rather quickly. The bizarre circumstance he found himself in didn't start as a drinking batting to the death between his best friend and crush.

After being notified that his family would be out of town for the entire weekend due to his sister's dance competition, Alan decided the best course of action during his house-sitting would be to invite the group over for the night. What had started out as a night dedicated to crappy movies and dirty Scrabble ended in an intense game of 'Never Have I Ever'. Taking a step away from the school yard rules of putting down a finger each round, Alan wanted to take a more mature route.

"Lets make this game a little bit more interesting," he had said with a smirk, as he poured each of his friends 10 shots from the booze he had released from the family liquor cabinet.

"Not that I mind or anything," Erin stated as she raised an eyebrow at the saggy-haired boy. "But aren't your parents gonna freak when they notice a large portion of their booze is gone?"

"I know mine would," Bleu said as she inspected one of her glasses as if looking through a test tube. "My dad flips his lid if as so much as mention taking a sip of that wine they serve at communion."

"Pfft," he scoffed. "You think I care what my folks say?"

"Ohhh tough talk for a git who takes the bus to school cause his mommy wont let him drive the car."

"Fuck off, Clover," Alan sneered as he rejoined the group and took a seat next to Victor. "At least I can fucking drive a car."

"I could too, prick, but I aint sixteen yet."

"Really?" the boy smirked as he leaned over Victor and into Clover's face. "Cause your face is so haggard I sometimes think you're my grandma's age."

"Hey, hey!" Victor called, pushing the two feuding teens apart. "You kids play better nice or so help me I'll turn this drinking game around."

"So instead of putting our fingers down when we did something," Monkeyboy asked, scratching his chin. "We down a drink?"

"Yeah, basically," Alan answered, his excitement reignited by the mention of the game. "Usually it's over when someone admits to 10 things, but I have an idea that can spice this up."

"We aren't playing 'Strip Never Have I Ever'." Bleu sighed, deadpan. "I don't care how drunk I get, nothing's enough to be able to tolerate seeing Monkeyboy's family jewels."

"Well, looks like it time for you to leave, Chris," Victor said, pointing to the door. "It's been real, but you heard the girl."

"Shut up, dick," Monkeyboy growled, smacking away Victor's hand. "I've seen what you're packing in the locker room, and all I gotta say is there's a reason you can fit into such tight faggy-ass jeans."

"So, what's the big change?" Erin asked, trying to get whatever conversation they were having back on some sort of topic.

"Instead of waiting for one person to admit it all, lets see which one of us can last the longest."

"Well, seems as if Bleu already won this game." Clover smirked as her best friend turned bright red.

"Shut up! I totally do hardcore crap too!" Bleu said blushing. "I'm so hardcore, I'm pretty much an OG."

"Alright, Tupac," Alan smirked. "Then you start off. That way you can show us how thug you are by thinking real hard about something you haven't done."

"Fine," Bleu said, placing a finger on her chin trying to think of a good line. "Never have I ever..."

Looking around the room she tried to think a good line. She figured it'd be a better tactic if she'd start small and wow them with a real incredible line later on.

"Okay, never have I ever kissed anyone in this room."

A heavy tension rose as the five teens surrounding Bleu blushed in unison. As eyes glanced up at the ceiling or down at the floor, a quick glance was exchanged between Victor and Clover. Awkwardly, each of the players asides from the blue-haired girl took shot of Alan family's booze.

"Ace!" Bleu smiled, pumping her tiny fist victoriously without fully noticing the outcome of her question. "I rock at this game!

The questions continued with Monkeyboy quickly finishing off his shots at such a rate that the other's wondered if he had really done the acts or was just admitting to take shots. After a round involving giving certain sexual favors in the back seats of cars, Erin had marched off into another room dramatically. Being such a light weight, after two shots Bleu was already getting a bit too tipsy for comfort.

"Hey I'm backing out," Victor said motioning to the blue-haired girl who could barely sit up without falling backwards. "I had about three shots, and barely feel a buzz. I'll play ref and make sure Bleu doesn't swallow her tongue or something."

"Whatever, pussy," Alan rolled his eyes, staring at Clover. "I rather it end this way anyway."

"I could've o' said it betta," Clover grinned, cracking her knuckles. "Monkeyboy's probably already guzzled yer shots anyway, Gomez, just like he did Erin's."

As the final two stared off, Victor was left in charge of the heavily intoxicated girl that currently leaned on his shoulder.

"Victor...you...you know how thug I am, right?"

"Sure I do...whenever I hear Gangster Paradise the first person I think of is you."

"Yeah...yeah man...I live the thug life. Hey...hey if I had a gang would you join it?"

"I'd join if you had a gang-bang."

"You mean, like...if we had guns and stuff?"

"Whatever wets your weasel, Bleu."

Before Victor could further explain to Bleu the true definition, he was hushed by Clover. They were down to their last shot each, and while both were feeling the effects of the alcohol, neither of them were ready to back down. It seemed that their banter had ended and it was now Alan's turn to think of something to say. The silence was deafening, but Alan took a deep breath, swallowed hard before opening his mouth.

"Never have I ever," he began, blood shot eyes lazily traveling to Victor's slightly flushed face. "Hooked up with Victor."

A tremor shot up Victor's spine, as if the question had somehow caused him physical harm. He wondered how Alan could possibly had known about the kiss he had shared with Clover. While it was short, to him it still counted.

He watched as Clover looked down at her glass. Taking the shot would not only mean losing to Alan, but also admitting that the kiss between them had actually happened. The red head took a deep breath, and turned eyes to meet Victor's. Still watching, she took the glass into her hand, and threw back the last shot.

"I KNEW IT!" Alan screamed. He made a sad attempt to jump to his feet but was too intoxication to keep his balance and instead stumbled back into a nearby chair. "I fucking knew you hooked up!"

"What... I heard Alan saying something about hooking up with Victor" Bleu chimed, groggily raising her head from Victor's trembling shoulder and staring at him. "I kinda...kinda always thought you were a little...fruity."

"Nah, Bleu, Victor hasn't been graced by my lips," he grinned. "Come over here and I'll tell you who's did."

Bleu nodded and wobbled over to the chair like a newborn calf. Her knees quickly gave and she fell onto Alan's lap with a giggle.

"Well? Who?" the girl asked, swinging her legs off the arm of the chair childishly as Alan wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered Clover's name into her ear. Bleu gasped, turning to Clover to demand an explanation, but the redhead was shaking and holding her hand to her mouth.

"C-Clover?" she asked. She began adjusting herself on Alan's lap to get a better view, oblivious to the color in Alan's face turning a deeper shade of red with every move. "Are you...are you okay?"

Hearing Clover's name brought Victor out at his trance and saw the once hunch over girl now trying to stand while holding a hand to her mouth and knew exactly what was happening.

"Shit, she's gonna puke!" He groaned, leaping to his feet and leading her to the basement bathroom. He quickly kicked the door open just in time for Clover to thrown herself over the bowel and vomit violently.

While he was squeamish, Victor swallowed back his ill feelings and sat with her. Rubbing her back gently and holding back the front of her hair as she heaved. After what seemed like hours, Clover's body finally relaxed as she sat with her head still in the toilet bowl. Shakily she raised her hand to the handle and flushed, her chin still resting on the seat of the toilet.

They sat together on the cold linoleum floor, her head in the toilet and his hand resting on her back. The silence was so thick that when Clover finally spoke, it was as if someone was cutting through it with broken glass.

"Victor," she said, voice raspy from vomiting. "I got a question for yea."

"Yeah?" he answered dumbly.

"Are you seriously tryin' to undo my bra clasp are to do just fancy playin' with it?"

Glancing down at his hand, Victor saw that she was right and was currently fiddling with the hooks of her bra from over her shirt.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry!" He shrieked, pulling is hand back as if her bra was made of lava. "I didn't even realize I was doing that!"

"Gotten that bad, ya perv?"

He laughed awkwardly, climbing on his knees and reaching over the counter for a bottle of mouthwash. Silently he offered the bottle to Clover, who quickly rinsed her mouth in hopes of vanquishing the left over vomit between her teeth.

The silence returned as Clover pressed her forehead to the cool surface of toilet while Victor stretched out his legs and leaned against the bathroom wall.

"So," he began, twiddling his thumbs together and looking up towards the ceiling. "What a night, huh?"

A clunk rang as Clover lightly began pounding her forehead against the rim of the toilet.

"Yer a git, Gomez" she said softly, as she continued her pounding. "Sometimes I think the reason you act like a turd is cause you just don't have a brain or somethin'."

"I'm...I'm not that stupid." He mumbled. "I'm just not good with these things."

"What things?" Clover snapped, finally looking away from the toilet and at Victor. "You make it sound like yer doin' fokin rocket science or some shite when it's just talkin'! What the hell was that crap back there? Did you tell Alan what happened between us?"

"No!" Victor asserted, shaking his head profusely. "I didn't tell anybody! Not even my cat!"
"Be honest, when Bleu asked that first question," Clover buried her head in her hands and before continuing. "Would you have taken a shot if we didn't stare at each other?"

"I...I don't know."

"Pfft," she leaned her head back at the rim of the toilet. "Seems I've got fouled again."

"What?"

"Nothing...I was just stupid enough to think that...what happened between us-"

"The kiss."

"Yea, that. I was stupid enough to think that actually meant somethin' or whatever." Clover laughed humorlessly, pushing her bangs out of her face. "Y'know, I was gonna take a shot anyway, and I completely forgot about that bowling ally stunt until I saw Monkeyboy grab his glass."

"Wait...are...are you serious?"

She nodded and Victor sadly began to sink into himself, feeling extremely guilty. All this time he'd be walking on eggshells around the fact that him and Clover had kissed, a behavior that gave off the expression that he was embarrassed. In reality however, he just wanted to run around and tell everyone he knew about what happened. Especially to Monkeyboy, he wanted to rub that fact that Clover kissed him too, and not just as a publicity stunt.

"Whatever," Clover said suddenly, shakily sitting up in an attempt to leave. "Thanks for not lettin' me barf on Alan's rug, but I'm gonna-"
Before she could continue, Clover felt Victor's hand wrap around her wrist and pull her back down to the floor and towards him. The forward momentum caused them to smash their faces together in a clumsy kiss.

Knowing he wouldn't have had the courage to take the step forward himself, Victor took control of the beneficial turn of events. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled Clover closer towards him, hoping to somehow establish an understanding of feelings wordlessly. It seemed to have worked, and with a soft sigh, Clover tilted her head to the right and kissed him back tenderly.

Silently screaming his thanks to Alan's family for keeping mouthwash in the their basement bathroom, Victor tentatively opened his mouth against Clovers to in an attempt to deepen the kiss. His actions were well rewarded as she mimicked his actions quickly. He darted his tongue into her mouth where it instantly met with hers and as the kiss intensified, so did their actions. Clover's hands had at some point traveled up his backed and were tanged in his hair, lightly scratching and massaging his scalp, while Victor's grip around her waist tightened possessively.

They breathed heavily through their noses, both not wanting to break away afraid they would never retrieve the moment again. However, Victor could not help but let out a moan into the kiss when Clover's wandering fingers found a particularly sensitive spot at the base of his hairline.

With the help of Victor's arm, Clover repositioned herself into a more comfortable position, stretching a leg on ether side of Victor's hips, straddling him in the process. Victor moaned louder, as Clover softly coaxed his lips with her's, his pants began to tighten as he felt her on top of him. He shivered as her hands traveled down his sides, and gasped when they dipped into the waistband of his pants to pull his tucked-in shirt.

"What a mess," she smiled, pulling away from his mouth to leave a trail of butterfly kisses down his jaw, and neck. "Haven't even done nothing yet and already yer all hot and bothered."

"S-shut up," he whined as she began unbuttoning his shirt, leaving a kiss in the wake if each clasp. "This doesn't happen a lot..."

"Yeah I'm sure Walsh doesn't get you nearly as red as you are now." She continued her traveling down to his navel, opening the last button and noticing the predicament in his pants. "JAYSUS, GOMEZ!"

"What?" he squealed, trying to bend over to see what she was yelling about.

"Your dog aint hard to please, is it?"

"Sh-shut the fuck up," he pouted, growing even redder. "Haven't you ever taken health class? Shit happens when you lure a guy with your sexual demonstrations."

"Still," she said, toying with the button of his fly with a deep blush. "Hope ya didn't jizz yourself already..."

"Pfft, don't worry, baby, this stallion's got stamina-ahhh," he gasped as Clover interrupted his speech by undoing the button and finally his fly, kissing the sensitive skin right before his hair grew thick.

"Wa-wa-wait," he managed, swallowing dryly as Clover leaned back and positioned herself on the floor between his legs. "This...isn't fair."

"What aint?"

"Well, like...I'm here with my shirt all unbuttoned, and my pants undone," he then pointed to her. "But you're still...well, clothed."

"Oh," she mumbled, looking down at her jeans and T-shirt. "Well, my socks are off."

"That's a start," he smiled, motioning for her to crawl over to him. She complied, spreading her legs over his and bending her knees to straddle his lean hips, their deep kisses continued. His hands wandered down to the bottom of her shirt, slipping them underneath and lightly brushing her skin with his fingers. She giggled into the kiss, childishly.

"Oh man," he smirked against her lips. "You're freaking ticklish?"

"No, I'm just drunk as hell," she laughed, "But do that again, and I'll end this escapade with a blow, and not the one you're thinkin' of."

Their sensual kisses continued, but were quickly broken by Victor.

"Clover," he said huskily, moving his mouth against her neck for more sensitive skin.

"What now?" she answered, trying to hold back moans as his kisses continued.

"Your tits are too big for me to pull your shirt off," he breathed, tugging of the bottom of her shirt lightly. "You're gonna have to do it."

"Are you just doing' this so you can see me take off my shirt in front of you?"

She felt his lips curl into an impish smile against her skin, "Maybe..."

"Fokin pervert," she mumbled as he moved his face from her neck and allowed her to remove her shirt. The black bra that covered her full breasts was surprisingly lacy and feminine despite her tomboyish attitude. He grinned wickedly, instantly taken back to their soccer game, the first time he had seen the wonderful site

"Quit it," she frowned, pinching his grinning face. "I know what yer imagining in that sicko head of yours."

He opened his mouth to mention something, but was she instantly covered it with a slim finger and a sneer. "No, I will not boob-bash your face again!"

Her fiery temper was quickly doused when she felt his hands grope her bottom and his open-mouth kisses trail down from her neck, to her collarbone, then back up to a small spot on that base of her neck. She closed her eyes and started to chew on her bottom lip from the feelings Victor's kisses were giving her, hissing softly when she felt him lightly nip her skin.

His hands slowly ran up her sides, bringing his hand to lightly touch her breast over the fabric. A whimper escaped her mouth, and Victor smiled into her skin in victory.

"Bingo," he whispered huskily, looking up to see Clover's heavily blushing face and bitten lip. "Did you like that?"

With eyes shut, she nodded slowly.

"What's that?" he teased, tracing a harden nipple slowly, "I can't hear you,"

"I swear to god," she groaned, arching her back slightly. "Victor..."

"Hmm?" he hummed, slipping a hand under the cup and running a thumb over a nipple, quickly leaving to work on undoing her bra clasps.

"Please..." she whimpered, and his smirk grew in satisfaction as he managed to unhook her bra. "Before...I kick your arse."

"Oh Clover, baby," he cooed, peeling her bra fluidly and bringing his mouth down to her newly uncovered breast. "I love it when you talk dirty."

She wasn't sure if it was the booze talking or if Victor was naturally talented, but she couldn't help but let out a small moan for his demonstrations. She buried her hands in his thick hair, rubbing her hips into his and loving the way he groaned. She heard him whisper her name as he parted from her breast and allowed for his stray hand to cup the neglected one. Hungrily, he moved his ministrations up to her neck as he massaged her breast in full, circular motions. Eventually, he found his way back to her lips, capturing them in another heated kiss.

Sometime during their exchange, Clover had lost her balance on his hip and began slowly falling backwards. Breaking away slightly, Victor climbed from the floor, hoping to gain control of the situation. Both leaning back, Clover allowed him change their positions, and began to slide down onto the floor while Victor hovered on top. However, the bathroom floor was freezing and Clover squealed and shot up quickly, nearly head-butting Victor in the process.

"What's wrong?" he asked, rubbing her back softly, "Did something hurt?"

"No," she grumbled, glaring at the floor. "The floor's just fokin' freezin'...it's like layin' on ice or somethin'." Victor furrowed his brows in thought, suddenly remembering the guest bedroom right next-door to the bathroom.

"Wanna move this to a bed?" he asked, and watched as she nodded. "All right, there's a guest bedroom on the right of here. Let's move over."

They both stood, quickly gathering their thrown clothing. Taking her by the hand, he lead her out of the bathroom as she used her clothing as a cover up for her exposed breast. Once inside, the resumed their heated kisses, fumbling into a mess of limbs onto the bed.

Somehow through Victor's passion fueled mind, he realized the seriousness of his situation. If this hookup train was going to pull into Sexville, he needed to be prepared. He gasped as Clover hands dipped under the band of his boxers, making it extremely hard to pull away.

"W-wait," he moaned, jumping off Clover quickly before he felt like he couldn't. "I...I gotta...get something."

Before Clover could protest, he was already out of the bedroom. Dressed in only his pants, Victor frantically called Alan's name. However, he was not the only one calling.
In the room on the other side of the bathroom, he could hear what had to have been Erin moaning his best friend's name loudly.

Cursing his timing, but knowing that his predicament needed aiding he called Alan's name louder, and was about to knock on the door, when he heard a groan from behind him. He spun around to see Alan on the floor, head poking out from a blanket that was earlier on the sofa. He seemed to be hovering over something...and he couldn't tell for sure but he thought he saw a flew locks of blue hair.

"What the fuck are you yelling about?" Alan hissed.

"Wait if you're here..then who's Erin..."

"Like I give two shits," he growled. "Now what the fuck do you want I'm busy."

"Um...I need a condom..." Victor whispered, smiling nervously.
Alan's flushed face curled into a grin as he reached under the covers to rip a single off the pack with his teeth. While still holding himself up with one hand, he tossed his best friend the spare.

"You're telling me everything," he added before ducking back under the covers.

Hurrying back to the guest room, Victor arrived to not the sexual charged girl he had left, but instead something that looked like a cocoon made-up of comforters.

"Clover?" he asked, quickly climbing onto the bed and next to her curled form. Upon closer inspection he heard muffle tears and quickly panicked. "What...Clover, are you all right?"

"I...I'm fine..." he heard under the blankets. "Just...gimme a minute, will yea."

"No, you aren't okay," he said, placing his hands on the blanket. "You're crying..."

"I aint crying, shut the fok up!"

"You are so,"

"I am not!"

Quickly overpowering her, he pulled the comforter from out of her grip to reveal that not only was she indeed crying, but that her bra had be put back on.

"Clover..."

She looked away from him, trying to wipe away the stray tears. Gently, he covered her hand with his, and her green eyes met his dark ones.

"You're...not ready....are you?"

"After you left...I knew you were gettin' a condom or whatever and it hit me..." she sighed. "I just don't want my first time to be when I'm kinda wasted after a romp on the bathroom floor of Walsh's basement."

Victor nodded, pulling her towards him in a warm embrace. He told her it was fine, gently rolling onto his back to hold her close, stretching to cover them both with the comforter as she pressed herself against him.

"You sure?" she asked sheepishly, looking up at him from his chest. "I don't wanna blue-ball yea or anything."

"Eh, it wouldn't be the first time," he smiled and gently kissed her hair. "But I don't want to do anything unless you're not only comfortable but screaming my name begging for my hot passionate love."

"Retard," she mumble sleepily, but couldn't hide a smile as she snuggled closer to him.

While their moment was sweet, they both couldn't help but hear Erin's screams of rapture from the room next-door.

"Jaysus," Clover grumbled into his chest. "You'd think Walsh had a magic dick or something by the way she's hollerin'."

Victor laughed nervously at the joke, still not sure if he was ready to figure out what he had seen when he left the bedroom.