I snorted, cook? Me?
“You’re joking right? I burn water.”
“Oh come on, you owe me!”
“Ah, we haven’t actually gone anywhere yet,”
“Fine, then I’ll owe you”
“GAH! Fine. But don’t complain when I burn everything!”
After my defeat Brad led the way to the kitchen where he pulled out a couple steaks, peas, potatoes and vegetables, then told me to get to work as he walked out of the kitchen.
Okay, where the fuck do I start?
I figured the steak would take the longest. So I got out a fry pan, heated it up and put them on. Unfortunately, I was wrong and by the time the water for the potatoes was barely even warm the steak was starting to burn.
I turned the burner off and grabbed four potatoes and tried to delicately put them in the water, but ended up plonking them in and sending hot water all over my t-shirt.
“Ah!” I yelled quite loudly. I was soaking now. And I could smell something burning.
Just then Brad came back into the kitchen to the sight of my shirt sticking to me, the steaks burnt in their pan as I’d evidently turned the burner under the water off instead. He took a moment to survey the scene then doubled over with laughter.
Bastard.
I lifted my clingy shirt over my head and threw the wet ball at him, hitting him square in the head. That just made him laugh harder for a moment before he looked up and saw me without a shirt on.
He stood up stiffly, and grunted.
“Maybe we should just order pizza?”
“I told you I can’t cook”
I remember the steaks were still burning and turned them off before picking up the pan without realizing it was going to be really hot and played hot-potato between hands before dropping it on the floor, inevitably sending Brad into another laughing fit.
“Oh! This most definitely counts! I haven’t laughed this hard in ages!” he managed to say between chuckles.
I stared at him with contempt.
“I hate you.”
“Ah, okay, why don’t you call the pizza place and I’ll clean this up?” he suggested after a bit.
“Can I have a towel and maybe a shirt first?”
“Yeah sure,” he said and turned around and headed to his bedroom, though I’m almost sure I heard him add ‘pity…’ in a whispered voice as he walked away.
Half an hour later I was dry, shirted and eating pizza whilst watching a show I’d never seen before, Torchwood, on Brad’s giant TV.
“I can’t believe you’ve never seen this before!” He said from his place on the carpet beside me.
“Why? I don’t even watch Doctor Who, how the hell would I know it has a spin-off series?”
“I just thought because, you know, the Jack character that you’d watch it,”
Oh My God, did he really just say that?
“So because I’m gay you think I watch every single TV show with a gay character in it?”
“No, but I mean look at the guy…”
Oh now I get it.
“Yeah so, he’s hot. Plenty of hot guys on TV,” I watched his reaction carefully.
It seemed like he was going to argue the point further but decided against it.
Interesting… I think he likes Jack a little too much for a ‘straight’ guy.
***
Around ten o’clock the taxi beeped and Brad and I rushed outside. It was so cold; I had gone home about an hour before to grab my coat but it did almost nothing against the wind that was blowing.
By eleven, we were in the city walking with throngs of other bundled up young people out for the night. Brad led the way to a club, as I had no experience whatsoever with the nightlife here.
I didn’t notice the name of the club we lined up outside of, I was too busy worrying about the cold and whether or not my ID would be rejected.
Turns out I didn’t need to be concerned about it as when Brad and I got to the front of the line the bouncer simply looked us both up and down and let us in. I thought that was rather odd, then at the counter we were both waved through without having to pay. Now I was actually confused because I thought only hot girls got free entry into clubs?
After checking our coats and stepping into the actual club it all became abundantly clear.
“Brad! This is a gay club!”
“Ah, duh.”
“What the hell are we doing here?”
“Again, duh Tyler”
“Okay, you do realize that you are the one of the only people that knows that I’m gay, right? What if someone from school is here?”
“Then you’d have the same dirt on them.”
Gah! This was a disaster. Why the hell did he bring me to a gay club?
“Could we go to a normal club?”
I honestly didn’t want my first experience in the gay world to be with Brad by my side.
“We’re already here, might as well have a drink,” He said as he headed towards the bar.
Christ, it’s like a feeding frenzy in here.
As soon as we leaned against the bar they started circling. I think maybe ten guys in two minutes asked Brad if he wanted a drink. Then after he rejected them, they asked me. I told most of them to ‘fuck off.’ Did they really think I’d say yes after they got turned down by my hotter friend? Men are the worst.
“What are you having?” Brad yelled over the loud music.
“Tequila, two of them.”
He threw his head back and laughed then ordered four tequila shots. We both threw them back and I had to concede that doing them with limes is much better than with sour oranges.
After grabbing another drink (vodka and orange juice this time) we found a table and sat quietly for a few minutes, just observing. It wasn’t exactly what I had expected from a gay nightclub. I was expecting something similar to the scenes in Queer As Folk, but fortunately (or maybe unfortunately?) there was no sex on the dance floor and not every single guy was super hot. Granted, there were a few lookers but nothing like I’d been led to believe from TV and movies.
After twenty minutes my drinks had taken their toll and I was more than ready to get up and dance. I was again wearing my own shirt as Brad had put it in the dryer, but now it was (if possible) even tighter.
“Brad, let’s dance,” I said, smiling drunkenly.
He smiled his ‘you’re a drunk idiot’ smile at me.
“I’m not drunk enough yet, Tyler,”
“Let’s change that then!” I yelled then swaggered off towards the bar. He followed me like a guard dog, glaring at every guy that attempted an approach towards both him and me.
I ordered three shots, two for him, one for me. And after another ten minutes that certainly got the ball rolling. I was drunker, for sure, but Brad was inebriated enough to dance.
By 1:00am we were both, what’s the word? …Right, we were both completely fucking hammered. But we were having a blast. The music was great to dance to, although we both wouldn’t be caught dead listening to it outside the club. Brad had broken his seal about an hour ago and had to go to the toilet, what seemed like, every five minutes.
Usually when he went I sat down and waited for him to return but this time I decided to stay on the floor. As soon as Brad left it was like I had a bloody ‘pinch me’ sign attached to my ass. As soon as someone would touch it I would whirl around to tell them off but it seemed like nobody behind me was the culprit. However, I started to anticipate the pinching and turned around in time to find a very good-looking man about to introduce his fingers to my butt cheeks.
I stopped dancing, crossed my arms and glared at him. He just winked at me, the cheeky bastard.
“Hi, I’m Lance.” he said, holding out his hand in introduction.
I shook it hesitantly, looking him over as I did. I saw he had dark brown hair, kind brown eyes and a very fit body displayed in camel chinos and a tight black t-shirt.
“I’m Tyler, now care to explain why you were pinching me
?”
He smirked; apparently he was a very confident man.
“Well, you have such a fine ass I couldn’t resist.”
Wow, talk about being forward.
I really didn’t know what to say.
“I take it you don’t come out a lot?”
“Um, yeah, my first time actually” I had to say twice because the music was so loud.
He grinned a little.
“How old are you?”
“Just turned 21,” I said lying through my teeth.
Lance gave me a look telling me that he didn’t believe a word of it, “And let me guess, mother doesn’t know that you’re out?”
“Fuckin’ A she doesn’t.”
He laughed a little whilst swaying with the music.
“How old are you?” I asked
“23 today actually.”
“Happy birthday!”
He smirked again; it was quite sexy now that I wasn’t trying to catch him pinching my butt.
“What’s my present?” he said completely unashamed.
I stood there for a minute with my mouth agape; I’d never met anyone like him before. Maybe that was because I’d never met someone trying so openly to get into my pants.
“You can have…a dance?” I replied, completely unsure of myself.
He smiled and nodded, guessing that was all he was likely to get considering the waves of nervous virgin energy that were coming off of me.
A new song came on and I took a deep breath, my buzz had come down a bit but I was still really quite wasted. I had to repeat to myself that I didn’t know Lance and to not let him do anything too handsy. We started dancing and soon I’d lost my inhibitions with him and we were both getting pretty into it. I was dancing with my back to him and he had his thick muscular arms around my waist. At one point his hands started to venture a bit too low and I thankfully had the mind to slap them away. It seemed that he liked that, I could feel him getting hard against me.
Suddenly I didn’t know what was happening as I was being whipped away from him.
“What the hell are you doing?” Brad yelled at both Lance and me.
He looked pissed.
“We were just dancing, Brad,” I said, trying to calm him down.
He then turned to Lance, “He’s still in high school, you know.”
“Yes Brad, part of the reason I didn’t even want to come out tonight, but you insisted!”
“Is he your date?” Lance asked me
“No, which is why I have no idea why he’s acting like this!”
Lance seemed to have a knowing look in his eye but didn’t say anything. He pulled a little piece of paper from his pocket and stepped towards me. I immediately felt Brad tense up as Lance leaned and whispered in my ear.
“This is my number,” he said, handing me the paper “give me a call once you've graduated. I’d love a chance to get to know you and your gorgeous ass,” he pulled away and winked at me before walking away into the crowd.
“Seriously, what was that Tyler?”
“I thought it was pretty obvious Brad, he was hitting on me.”
I suddenly needed a drink, Brad was great but sometimes (what am I saying? Most of the time) his dramas were a bit much. I headed towards the bar with Brad in tow where we both ordered drinks and sat down once we’d got them.
He was a bit solemn at first but I tried to get him talking so I mentioned the football team and how well they were doing. That cheered him up instantly and soon he was talking animatedly about their chance at the championship and his future in professional football.
Half an hour, another drink and a conversation later, Brad was in high spirits again and asked me up to dance. We hit the dance floor just as Play that Funky Music came on and we were dancin’ and singin’ and movin’ to the groovin’ and just when it hit me Brad turned me around and said, “God, you looked so good when you were wet and shirtless in my kitchen earlier, I can’t get the image out of my head.”
Jesus fucking Christ.
I couldn’t believe what he just said, and apparently neither could he because as soon as the words came out he slapped a drunken hand over his mouth and his eyes bulged wide.
“Shit! I didn’t mean…” he didn’t finish the sentence, he just dashed from the floor.
It took me a moment to come to my senses and run after him. I caught up to him just as he was about to get his coat.
“Brad wait, can we just talk for a minute?”
“No, I have most definitely already said too much.”
I grabbed his arm and pulled him away. I found an empty booth away from the dance floor and sat him down. He looked fucking shell-shocked.
“Stay here I’m just going to get some water for us. Don’t move!”
He nodded meekly as I went off to the bar and got two bottles of water. I came back, placed one in front of him and then sat down opposite.
“Brad, I’m going to ask you something and I need you to answer me honestly okay?”
Whether it was the alcohol in his system or his guilty conscience I don’t know but he agreed.
“Do you like me Brad?”
“Of course I like you, you idiot, we’re friends aren’t we?”
“No, I mean do you like me, like me?”
He sighed and simply nodded.
“Alright,” I leaned forward only inches from his lips, “do you want to kiss me?”
Again, he only nodded.
“So why don’t you?”
“I can’t,”
“Why?”
“Because if I do it’ll make it official, I’ll mean that I’m actually…gay.” He almost choked on the last word.
“Brad, I’m pretty sure that kissing another man doesn’t make you gay, however wanting to kinda does…”
“I can’t be, Tyler. My father, he’d fucking kill me. I’m not joking; he’d probably hire a hit-man and have me killed. You have no idea what he’s like, you’ve never even met him.”
“You’re really afraid of him, aren’t you?”
“Terrified,” he said, laughing. I really didn’t get what was so funny.
“Why didn’t you ever report him? Surely you’ve got some other family that could’ve taken you in?”
“Nope, he’s the only family I have. You know what that’s like; it’s just you and your mom. I could never get the balls to leave, so I just took it – God knows it was better than going into the foster system. But I’m out as soon as I’ve graduated, my mom left me some money in a trust fund that my father can’t touch so I should be right until I can get myself on track.”
He laughed again, “This is why I like being with you. I can talk to you about my shitty life and I’m not afraid you’ll judge me or think less of me because of it.”
“And I make you feel good about yourself.”
“What do you mean?”
“Oh come on, Brad. You know I have a major thing for you and that makes you a bit big headed, doesn’t it?”
He grinned at me, “Maybe just a little.”
I could feel the sexual tension between us reaching breaking point, “So let me see if I’ve got this right, you like me and I like the hell out of you…so what are we going to do about it?”
“Nothing, I’m still with Tara, Tyler and I’m not a cheater.”
“Kiss me just once, forget about the girlfriend you don’t like, your asshole of a father and everything you’re afraid of. Just kiss me once,” I asked pleadingly.
I could see him thinking about it.
“Fuck it,” I heard him whisper just before he leaned over and kissed me. It felt like fire had engulfed my body. I was so warm and alive, I felt everything. His hand gripping my hair, his tongue licking my lips and I even felt the vibration of his moan when I ran my own tongue across the top of his soft lips. The kiss seemed to last both forever, and for no time at all, and when it was over we were both panting for breath.
Wow
“Wow,” he breathed.
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bsp; “Yeah.”
He suddenly stood up and pushed himself onto the seat beside me. He kept moving me closer and closer to the wall until he had me pressed against it.
“God, I want you so bad,” he whispered.
“I know the feeling, remember that little video I have of you…”
“Oh my God, I totally forgot. You little pervert!”
“Me? You were the one putting on the show!”
“Only because I saw the reflection of your binoculars watching me! I mean, how could I resist teasing you like that?”
“Bastard! You have no idea how many times I’ve used that video…”
“To what, Tyler?” He said, his whole body pressed against me. I could feel he was hard and the desire I felt was maddening.
“You fucking know what.”
“How many times?”
“I don’t know! It’s not like I keep count.”
“How many times, Tyler?” He said in that low sexy voice of his.
I sighed, “Twice a day, four times a day on the weekend.”
“Oh my God, how did you find time to study?” he laughed.
Honestly, I was glad he was finally being open about his feelings but did we really have to discuss my masturbation habits?
His lips came closer to mine as his whispered, “I’m going to kiss you again.”
I nodded nervously. This was all so new; this would make the grand total of 3 kisses in my life. All from Brad.
He grabbed me and started kissing me roughly. It wasn’t sweet and passionate this time, it was hard and bruising and Oh God, I was so turned on. We made-out for half an hour in that booth before we both started sobering up and decided it was a good idea to head back home.
In the cab on the way back I wondered if Brad would ask me to stay at his house. I wondered if he would let me stay in his bed and I wondered if we would do anything more than kiss. We held hands the whole ride even though we kept space between us and when we pulled up beside Brad’s house he ushered me inside before I had a chance to ponder the conclusion of the evening.
As soon as the door closed he grabbed me and pushed me against the door. Rough and horny Brad was seriously, seriously hot. He turned on a hallway light then after shucking his coat he slowly, teasingly pulled his tank top off. By this point there was pretty much no blood circulating in my brain (well, the upstairs one anyway) and I was breathless with wanting as I grabbed his arm and pulled him all the way to his bedroom.
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