by Quil Carter
He took another drink and sat down beside me on the couch. I could barely feel his weight beside me. Though he was slightly heavier than Killian, he certainly didn’t show it; he moved like a ghost. “When are you going to show me this wonderful cave I’ve heard so much about?”
I waved him off and turned on the Nintendo I had recently traded from Matt. I wasn’t ready to show him where I lived yet. I liked being able to decide when I wanted to see Asher. I didn’t take kindly to people coming unexpectedly, I preferred notice. Asher didn’t have a radio, or any way to contact me besides wandering around West Aras. I liked it that way for now.
I also withheld my location for Killian’s sake. His freak out had surprised me. I had never seen him get that angry at me before.
I hoped I didn’t come home to my house trashed.
Though in some respects I understood his feelings, and why he had them, but that didn’t mean I was going to stop being friends with Asher because of his issues. Killian needed to have some faith in me, and his outburst had proved that he didn’t.
I hadn’t helped the situation by bringing up Perish, but well, Killian had pissed me off. I had to point out the hypocrisy of his feelings. He had done more outside of our relationship than I had. If he got upset at me when I flung insults at Perish, I had every right to get pissed at him when he bitched at me about the ‘Asher likes me’ conspiracy. At least I had proof that he sympathized with Perish, our captor and abuser. He had no proof that Asher liked me besides his own stupid paranoia.
My friend took a long drink, his silver earrings catching in the bluelamps that surrounded us. His arched and shaped eyebrows rose as he noticed me looking at him.
“I propose a drinking game.” He smiled when he caught my eye. “Every level and every death you take a shot.” There was a light clunk as Asher set the vodka bottle on the table. He leaned forward on the radrat-ripped couch and cocked an eyebrow.
“Deal.” I smiled and turned back to the game.
After a good number of shots tossed within a couple hours we were both starting to get talkative.
“We need to think of something to do whenever we shoot a raver on Wednesday,” Asher said. He watched as I took a shot. I had just been burnt alive in lava. I hated dungeon levels.
“Bump of coke for every head shot?” I cocked an eyebrow at him. “You’ve done coke before, right?”
“It’s been awhile but I have been known to indulge on a whimsy.” Asher raised an eyebrow back and took the controller from me. “You may be a novice compared to a born and raised Morosian though. My district lives for three things: drugs, booze, and sex.”
“You know what they say, if you find something you love, do it until it kills you.” I laughed but a moment later I swore and slammed my hand down on the coffee table. I got squished by one of those slammer things in the game.
I picked up the bottle and took a swig before handing it to Asher. I shuddered and hissed under the cold, fiery taste. I much preferred opiates and coke.
“I have every drug under the rainbow; I’ll bring some over next time,” I offered. “I got Killian hooked on the things, might as well get you started again, but you ain’t getting them for free.”
Asher laughed and nodded. He leaned back onto the couch and put his foot up on the stained coffee table. His face flushed as the shots continued to hit him. “He seems rather innocent. You two are definitely proof that opposites attract.”
The liquor was making my lips a bit loose, though I had been hesitant to talk about my personal life he knew enough just from us hanging out the last month. I felt comfortable enough to not shut down the conversation immediately. “I love his innocence. You don’t see that in the greywastes.”
Asher passed me the bottle and the controller after his Mario man died. I took a long drink, grimacing as the liquid fire burned down my throat. I made a face and started on my game.
“Innocent? I find it hard to believe you haven’t taken his innocence by now.”
“Multiple times.” Oh, the alcohol was hitting me; this was why I tended to stay away from drinking. No matter, I didn’t think he would remember much of this conversation by morning anyway. And maybe it would get it across that I wasn’t available, though I thought Killian was crazy for thinking he liked me.
“Has he taken yours?”
I ran right into a fireball plant. I felt my face flush. I wished it was the alcohol but it wasn’t. “Nope,” I muttered.
If I was smart I would get up and leave before I said anything else embarrassing, but at this point in time it hadn’t occurred to me. The alcohol was making me feel a lot more comfortable than I would have been sober.
“He doesn’t seem the type.” Asher looked at me with inquisitive eyes. It was the same look Reno got when we found a brand-new movie to watch. Like he couldn’t take his eyes off of the new pictures he’d never seen before. Or that’s how drunk me tried to explain it.
Asher set down the controller and crossed his legs. He took a drink of the vodka as well, his eyes still watching me in fascination.
“Do you want him to one day?”
I shrugged. I had never been opposed to it, but I was happy where we were at right now. It wasn’t anything I was going to initiate and I knew he never would, so that pretty much ended the conversation.
“What about you?” I didn’t know why I asked that. I guess I wanted to steer away from anything regarding my sex life with Killian.
Asher nodded. He leaned over and turned on the CD player beside him. AC/DC started playing quietly on the box. He took another swig and handed me the bottle. “I had a boyfriend at one point, now I just fuck whoever has a pretty face and a cock. Stopped caring after he died.”
Wow, well that was something I hadn’t expected. “Rough, dude, what happened to him?”
His pink lips pursed, but then spread into a smile. It was weighted with sadness though. “I told him I wanted to be with him forever. He said okay. Then he killed himself.”
Jesus fuck, really?
“Is that why you left Skyfall?”
Asher tipped the clear liquor bottle from side to side and nodded. “That’s right.”
Maybe I could help with this one. Kill two horny birds with one stone. “Well, I hate to parade him around like the dog he is, but Reno’s a good guy. If you don’t want to date him he has a pretty face and a nice cock.” I needed to stop drinking. Every time I opened my mouth the words flooded out like a torrent during a storm.
This got me a laugh from Asher. “Oh? You strayed from your little blond waif?”
“Never.” I shook my head, and hoped he understood that meant I never would. “We messed around a few times when we were younger. Before Killian came to Aras.”
“I would have imagined you with him. Killian and you have nothing in common…” Asher got up and grabbed my empty wine glass. He swayed a bit as he made his way back to the living room.
I wiped my hand with my face and tried to shake the drunk feeling clouding and distorting my own iron resolve and stoic nature.
Well, what harm was it doing? I’d had these drunken slobber talks with Reno many times. Sure Killian would have kittens if he heard Asher’s questions and comments but what did that have to do with reality? Asher was loosening up and so was I, both of us needed it. He kept his mouth shut almost as badly as I did. It was Reno and Killian that were the emotional, feely, talky ones.
I heard a thunk and turned my attention to the kitchen. Asher had careened into his kitchen door frame and was cracking up. In his hand was some rat jerky and a bag of sour candies. He threw them onto my lap before grabbing us each full wine glasses. He stumbled back to the couch.
“Fuck, this liquor is making my lips loose.” Asher leaned his head. “My apologies if I am being too brash or outspoken. It’s the drink.”
I scoffed and waved him off. “We won’t remember shit in the morning, my friend, and if you do I’ll knock your brain out and make you forget.”
Asher laughed again, and we both stared up at the ceiling.
It moved and twirled around, bits of brown, reddy-brown and grey. Metal and wood and curls of paint. Oh, and spots of mould too. Killian had missed a spot, the clean freak missed a part! I’d show him tomorrow and be all… hey, you’re the cleanaphobic, and you missed that spot.
I laughed, but I stopped when I noticed something in the ceiling.
“We need to screw in that fucking sheet metal more.” My words slurred, I pointed to it. “See that screw? I have the perfect screwdriver for it. It’s just asking to be replaced. Fuck – fucking thing.”
I narrowed my eyes at it, it was taunting me. I made an oath that I would eventually get it. Unscrew it and toss it in the wasteland, that’s what it got for failing. If you can’t – can’t hold up the ceiling, you gets replaced.
“Hey, Reaver… did Perish fuck you?”
It took my swimming mind a few seconds to register what he was asking me. When it all clicked I looked at him like he was crazy. “Fuck no, I would have snapped his cock off.”
“So you’re a bona fide bottom virgin then?”
Weird term, but alright. “I guess, yeah.”
There was some silence between us as we drank the greywine together, the music playing in the background.
My world began to swirl around me. I started feeling a weird pulling sensation in my brain, as if someone was pinching the membrane covering my brain and tugging on it. I shook my head and squinted my eyes, but the feeling was still there.
I started to feel slow, and even though I was aware, my mind swam. Oddly I felt the need to talk, I felt… I felt like talking would feel good. Touching would feel good…
I ran my hand over my arm. The sweeping stunted feeling was almost opiate-like but the reward I got for the touching was more… sexual.
I made the motion to get up off the couch, but my legs were heavy. I fell right back down.
I groaned and put the now empty wine glass down.
“Feeling off?”
I nodded. I leaned down so my elbows were on my knees and my head was bowed. I shook my head, but the feeling was still there.
“When did you come to Aras, Reaver?” His voice was steady and as clear as crystal.
An alarm bell suddenly went off in my mind. I drunkenly looked over at him, my brow knitted together. “You’re not drunk at all.”
Asher gave me a smile and put his glass down. He reached over and picked up my hand. He ran his own hand up and down my arm. I looked down at it, my body fully accepting this as okay even though my mind was screaming at me to recoil.
“When did you come to Aras?”
“I was two.”
Asher’s hand trailed up mine, then slowly dragged back down. I was confused with how it felt; the warmth of his hands left a sensation behind that made me incredibly tingly. I was uncomfortable with how sensitive my skin was under his light feathery touch. I tried to get up again, but I fell back down.
Then he straddled me.
I shouted something. I don’t know what, but I shouted. I made an attempt to push him off of me, but he easily held me down. He pressed my hands down on the couch.
Something was wrong with me. I turned my head away from him and stared forward at his closed bedroom door. I felt his breath on my neck, then a growled whisper. “Does Killian appreciate how beautiful you are?” His warm lips kissed my neck.
My mind exploded with anger, but my body wouldn’t respond. I had to focus all of my energy on just lifting my arm, but as soon as I dug my hand into his stomach he was once again able to easily push me away.
He kissed me again, his mouth more open. The warmth from his lips stayed on my neck, the tingling started to burn, but it was a good burn. Fuck, it felt amazing.
I groaned as the area got hotter, his touch made my neck as sensitive as my own cock. My head was exploding, I couldn’t understand what was happening to me. My instincts just told me to get the fuck out of there. Get outside, go home. Fuck, where was my radio… I needed help. Even if only Greyson was near, I didn’t care.
The next kiss brought a ragged gasp to my lips. This time he sucked playfully on my neck for a moment, before running his hand down my chest and up my shirt. His movements were slow and sensual. Like he was trying to take in and enjoy every second of it. Nothing was rushed, everything was slow, gentle, lustful.
His hands against my bare skin made me tremble. I could feel each fingertip brush my stomach, leaving a glowing trail behind of burning pleasure. In the corners of my mind, where the drugs hadn’t penetrated, I was afraid of what he was going to make my body do.
I felt the first twitch in my groin. My brain was screaming to run, but my fucking body was still weighed down to the point of paralysis.
“Asher…” I managed to groan. “What did you do?” My teeth ground together.
I could hear a gravely growl. He ran his hand down my abs, tracing each one. “Does it matter? You’ll remember nothing tomorrow.” He pulled my shirt up and started to kiss my stomach. I gasped, feeling the twitch between my legs grow.
Oh god… lower.
No! No! No!
I felt hot inside. It was as if a slippery creature was disabling my own mind, right in front of the sentries in my head. Every part of me was paralyzed or weighed down, and any movement took every ounce of my concentration. I was drugged. In every bit of confusion and panic this was a neon sign in my mind. He had slipped me something, not just the typical roofie, but something to make my body react like this. I had never heard of this drug, no one had. What was he going to do to me?
He kissed below my bellybutton. My cock was hard now. I ground my teeth together, hating my own body for betraying my mind. Every touch was like a building orgasm, only to be taken away when his soft fingers left my flesh. It was maddening, confusing, terrifying. He was going to fucking rape me and my body was going to like it.
There was no drug like this. I took in a rattled breath and screamed out in rage and desperation.
“It feels good doesn’t it?” he growled. My dick started to throb as his tongue teased the rim of my cargo pants. He was kneeling on the floor now. I looked down and saw him lean into my crotch, licking my bulge from outside my clothing.
When I realized a growing part of my mind was anticipating with lust what was going to happen next, my instincts temporarily won out against my doped-out mind.
I took the opportunity. I concentrated as hard as I could and forced myself to stand. I stumbled forward a few paces before collapsing against the door frame of the kitchen.
I heard Asher get up as I stumbled towards the living room door.
“Stronger dose next time…” Asher had his arms crossed. His glaring green eyes were annoyed, and his jaw clenched. “You should be completely incapacitated. I gave you twice as much as usual.”
I saw a bulge in his pants, as big as the burning lust I felt in my own. I swore in my head and fiddled for the door knob. “Killian was right about you,” I managed to gasp.
He walked over and put his hand on mine. I balled my free hand into a fist and punched him in the face.
My aim was bad though. I hit him in the shoulder and ended up falling down right onto my ass.
My head slumped forward. I jerked it up but it flopped down again.
I felt him unbutton my pants, then a warm hand tried to pull out my still rigid cock.
The room around me suddenly got cold, a frigid, biting cold that made the back of my throat ache. For a split second my entire body changed. The foggy, disconnected obedience left and all that remained was rage, embarrassment, and disgust.
This time the fist hit its target. I punched Asher right on the jaw. His head snapped back and knocked up against the door frame. He flopped onto the floor.
I got up and put my dick back into my pants. The disconnect started to come back as I opened the door. By the time I was halfway down his driveway it was returning in a steady wave. I couldn’t outrun it, it swept over
me and coated my mind in an obedient, disconnected stupor.
“Fuck Killian when you get home,” Asher’s voice said from behind me. “And for our trip, Reaver, you’ll be bringing lubricant, remember that.”
I didn’t turn around. I walked down the driveway as quickly as I could, my reality distorting with every step.
I blundered to the street and leaned against a car for a few moments to get my bearings. I could vaguely remember where I was going. I stumbled on, as quickly as I could.
My movements were automatic. My mind had no idea where my body was taking me, but I trusted that it was the right way. That was all I could manage at that point.
Wait, where had I been? Why was I out so late?
I took a deep breath of the cold air, it felt good against my hot skin. I was sweating and everything felt tight. I shook it out and gave a shiver to try and snap my mind out of my drunken state.
No, not everything was tight. I squinted and tried to walk faster. My pants were tight.
I put my hand on my crotch and felt the warm bulge between my legs. I listened for a moment for anyone but it was quiet. I put my hands down my pants and groaned. I was hard as rock. I rubbed a bit, before I pulled my hand out. I had a boyfriend to do that. I was going to fuck him when I got home.
I started to walk faster. Nothing else was in my mind but the urge to plunge my cock inside of Killian. Fuck, his ass was as tight as a drum. His face looked so hot whenever I fucked him. His mouth open, his eyes closed, and his head tilted back. Moving back and forth with my thrusts
I groaned and gave the bulge a squeeze.
Wait, where was I?
Had I just come back from sentrying? No, I wouldn’t be drunk if I had. Oh, I must have been at Reno’s. But why was I so horny? Well, whatever, sometimes my imagination got me into trouble. If I had a dollar for every time I whacked off in an abandoned building I’d have a lot of dollars.
I opened the tank hatch. My mind was briefly impressed I had actually made it.
I closed the hatch behind me, locked it, and slid down. To my confusion the end of the hatch opened and I somehow managed to slide all the way down and onto my floor with a loud thunk.
