I take my hand away from Andy’s mouth who seems to be passing away into slumber, so I push him back up into a position he can remain seated. We should have played closer to the wall so that Andy could fucking lean against it and not fall asleep, but he’s already getting drowsy.
“Stay awake man, we didn’t even play truth or dare yet.” I say, trying to keep him awake for the rest of the game of monopoly at least. But I know he won’t last and we won’t really embarrass ourselves any further.
“So you only dated Steven?” Johnny asks carefully and I feel like we’re the only ones who seem to be relatively sane. Paul seems to be holding barely as well after a few more turns of his. So far no one is negotiating because frankly everyone is too drunk to care.
“Yeah. I was quite a late bloomer. I didn’t have any luck with girls, but I kept really trying and nothing would ever happen until I met Steven.” I confess, a bit too shy of being a late bloomer, but no real judgement really goes through his face, which I am thankful for.
“Yeah, but what a relationship that was.” Paul says, winking at me. That seems to be his action of the night.
“Shut up, Paul.” By now Andy is laying on the floor, passed out and holding the bottle of vodka next to him like a teddy bear.
“What about it?” Johnny’s curiosity isn’t stopped. We even decided to divide Andy’ money and property among us by putting them on the other side and just pulling from underneath his stomach. Most likely we will end up waking up later to puke and will do truth or dare then.
“It was just messy. It lasted for…” Paul looks up, trying to count in his mind and I just keep quiet, letting chaos dissolve without me. “Two years or so. But Steven cheated a lot.”
I take the bottle from Andy who does a sleeping screech and drink from it, without even pouring it into the glasses.
“As Robbie found out. He found out and that’s why they broke up. Steven was pretty much sleeping with a bunch of guys and girls. He really wasn’t faithful at all.” I just look away at the window with the night already managed to reach us with all the playing we had done and somehow I just felt terribly sad that Andy had passed out already. Maybe we shouldn’t have drank so damn early?
“Robbie?” Johnny asks and I try to snap out of it as I look into his dark eyes.
“What?” I ask, nearly snapping, but I really don’t mean it, I’m just pretty damn drunk.
“You alright, man?” Johnny asks me and I wonder how long have we all gone without a smoke break, but the alcohol seemed to have held us down pretty well.
“Yeah, I just need a smoke.” I say and I try to stand up.
“Don’t fucking smoke in the room.” Andy wakes up only to say that before dazing off again and to confirm it he starts snoring.
I stand up, obeying Andy’ orders to not smoke in the room and I’m dreading the fact that I would have to go downstairs and smoke there with his mom to see. I take out my destroyed pack of cigarettes and show it to both Paul and Johnny. Paul looks at both of us.
“Nah, I’ll stay with sleepy Andy. You enjoy your smoke, boys.” He says and just leans down on the floor before finding a good position on his back with his arms behind his head and I see him actually close his eyes before we leave. The fucker decided that he will actually sleep then.
We wobble literally downstairs and try to be as quiet as possible, as it’s already night time even if I’m sure that Andy’ mom is not sleeping, we still try not to make a fuss and make her check on us.
Everything looks the fucking same while being terribly drunk and I wonder what the fuck will even happen and if we will all be bent over the loo when the morning comes or late night. Eventually we get outside and Johnny lights the cigarette I had given him back upstairs with his own lighter and offers to light mine. As soon as I lean towards the flame he leans towards me with his cigarette and they touch, lighting mine in the process.
I just widen my eyes and stare at him, hoping for an explanation, but nothing really happens, instead Johnny who is oh so sure of his sexuality just looks back at me, as if asking what’s up, what’s going on bro. He’s playing me and he’s terribly enjoying himself.
He’s a fucking flirt too.
I have only properly flirted with Steven and wanted it.
I don’t know if I have the guts to ask him about the cigarette, but what if he’s one of those guys which get drunk and horny and what if those are the only valuables which allow him to sleep with other men?
I want to take his cigarette and kiss him, but instead we’re left in this drunk haze where we don’t yet know each other and somehow there is some electricity between us. Or maybe it’s all in my head, but he lit my cigarette with his own. So there’s something going on his mind as well or maybe he’s just terribly messing with me. What the fuck do I have to lose if I kiss him? A friend? I’ve got plenty? Well, they’re all wankers but it’s not like I need someone else to be snarky with me, but there’s rejection which happens and it would all be so anticlimactic, but it happens or maybe you should know when you get rejection, it’s only anticlimactic in one’s head?
“What?” Johnny asks all innocently and inhaling the cigarette.
“You’re making everything too sexual.” I say nearly whining and inhaling my own.
“Oh, am I?” He asks and he terribly reminds me of Paul and Andy. A cocky shit. Do I even want to stick my tongue down any of their throats? Well, Johnny’s surely. But what difference is there? How drunk am I?
I take a step towards him, he’s much taller than I am. I’m not going to stand on my tip toes.
“Yeah.” I say and his smoke is against mine, mixing, both smoke and breaths.
“Robbie, I’m pretty damn drunk, so if I fucking do anything stupid… It’s the booze.” He scratches his eyebrow and ruins the moment, just like with his sexuality he had ruined it before. I don’t back down. I’m too damn drunk as well.
“Yeah, stupid like throwing your underwear out of the window.” Underwear. Naked Johnny underneath me. Our cocks rubbing together. “I’ll tell you.”
“Robbie, I mean it.” And he puts his finger on my temple and drags it along my jawline. He’s really fucking teasing me and we both know it. He’s taking the piss and isn’t at the same time. I close my eyes, breathing out the smoke slowly and enjoying the rough touch of his fingertip.
“Is that why you’re nearly fucking me right now?” I ask rather roughly and opening my eyes just to catch his proper reaction which is smirking at me and taking his hand away and back to his cigarette.
“Teasing you and touching you isn’t really fucking you…” Johnny pauses and does a lengthy pause, which reminds me of The Rocky Horror Picture Show. “Yet.”
I feel my chest tighten.
“What do you mean, yet?” It doesn’t feel in slow motion at all.
“Just once.” And he leans closer to me, taking out his cigarette and looking into my pretty damn desperate eyes. He’s toying with me and I’m completely allowing him, as if we had known each other in a past life and somehow he had managed to fuck me very successfully then.
“Just once what? You’ll fuck me?” I ask and I feel my cock twitch from the thought of it.
“No. I just don’t want you to feel lonely anymore. Paul and Andy are pure wankers.” And he kisses me. I instantly kiss back and open my mouth, but he had already leaned back, electricity going through all over my body as if I had just orgasmed and was reaching some post-coital bliss which I wasn’t even aware of that existed.
I stare at him, he looks a bit regretful.
“Johnny?”
“Sorry, I told you I would do something stupid.” He laughs a bit darkly and I take his hand. The one I had shook hands with twice, I think. I hold it.
“I don’t think it’s stupid.” I breathe out terribly heavily. Fuck. “You fucking did it for a reason. Own up to it.”
We’re standing terribly close and I know that either Andy or Paul can fucking fall out of the window and ruin the moment.
“I don’t have to own up to anything, Robbie.” I really do a dart throw guess that it’s because he’s terribly drunk and he won’t remember it sober.
“Fine.” I say rather sharply. We finish our cigarettes in peace and make our way back somehow, but all the rest of it is terribly murky that I don’t recall how the monopoly went.
I regret drinking terribly the next morning, I wake up just like everyone else on Andy’ rug and no one even bothered to change out of their clothes, besides Johnny who managed to pull his head out of his shirt and leave the arms in the sleeves. The monopoly is right under Paul’s ass with the houses digging into his jeans which looks very uncomfortable, but he’s sleeping so maybe it’s cosy in some sort of sadistic tendency way that I’m not aware of which he is into. My head is splitting open and I’m sure some doctors are putting in screwdrivers and tampering with my brain.
My lips feel like they’re burning as I slowly gather the pieces together of a memory of Johnny briefly kissing me. If we were alone I would have easily grabbed him by the shoulders and shaken him, asking why the fuck did he pull away and what the fuck was even going on in his mind.
Instead Andy does a very loud groan and Johnny shifts in his t-shirt, pulling it off entirely and sitting up, looking terribly bewildered with wide eyes, looking around until his gaze falls upon me. He looks a bit paler than he would usually, but it’s for another reason.
“Where’s the toilet?” He asks again, probably forgetting that he’s used the loo yesterday.
“Go a bit left and you’ll see it, it’s the first door.” And he runs out, holding his hand in front of his mouth. I keep hearing Andy’ groans. But I decide to follow Johnny who is actively throwing up into the toilet and I wonder since he claimed that he had drank before, how much did he actually drink? I put my hand on his back, stroking it, as he just stands on his knees, leaning over the toilet and coughing.
“Water?” I ask him and he just nods. I grab the cup which is used to brush teeth, and pour some water in it before handing it to him. Johnny drinks it very hungrily. His curls are all in front of his face and all I can think of is his words, that he told me that he didn’t want me to be lonely and that’s why he had kissed me.
What the fuck happened later? How much more did we drink? Who won monopoly?
“I’m sorry.” Johnny says with his head still nearly down the toilet, waiting if he is going to puke more or not.
“It’s alright, you were drunk.” I say softly.
“Wait… what did I do drunk?” He looks at me scared. I just blink at him. Maybe he doesn’t remember after all. Or maybe the memories will come back to him? Instead I just stroke his back again.
“Nothing stupid, I promise.” Well, it’s true, isn’t it? I just keep stroking his back. Do I tell him what he had done or do I just pretend that nothing had happened until he fucking finally does it sober? Will he ever do it sober? I doubt so. He doesn’t seem the type to actually own up to some attraction to men while sober.
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I always kind of get very excited about any tension and I always worry that I might’ve pushed things far too fast, but I think everything is at it’s pace and the story is coming to be quite long. It’s far longer than Saudade which is on this blog. I’ve written stories all sizes, but it’s always fun to have a long one.