Drink, drank, drunk. by darrenbanana
Darren couldn't remember the last time he'd been sober. He was going on a partying streak like never before, since sobering up always felt so out of touch with memories coming and the regrets that followed. Darren and his equally booze-enthusiastic friend Joey had pondered upon this idea as they woke up from a drunken haze the morning after, while in their PJ's, still pretty drunk and binge-eating doritos. In that moment they had decided, from what Darren's now very cloudy memory could recall, to instead of drinking Minute Maid's apple juice and swallowing aspirins, they would take another shot of that stingy gin.
Darren tried to remember if that had been one or two nights ago, but the question vanished from his mind as soon as it had come when Joey approached him, a bottle of tequila in one hand and a drunken grin plastered on his face.
"Dude, how did we even get to this college party?" Darren asked. His wheezy laugh drowned in the loud bass-beat that seemed to shake the entire building.
"I don't even know which school these people go to, man," Joey answered and put an arm around Darren's shoulder. "I don't know if we're fucking genius or like, fucking stupid."
"The hangover tomorrow will probably provide us with that answer," Darren giggled.
Joey took a step from him then, put both his hands on either of Darren's shoulders and looked into his eyes very seriously.
"No, dude," he said, not breaking eye contact (which Darren thought was impressive for someone as drunk as Joey). "We've got this. We found the cure to all hangovers- dude!"
Darren raised his eyebrows and stopped letting his eyes fleet away to whatever the fuck seemed interesting in his drunken state and listened to his roommate.
"What?"
"Are you sobering up?" Darren laughed at that, but stopped as Joey slapped him loosely on the cheek. "You need more booze."
"I- I think you're the one sobering up by now," Darren answered. "But yeah, more booze, man. Keep it coming."
Joey left him at that sentiment, and Darren slopped down on a couch next to a couple of girls with their tongues down each other's throats. He watched them for a bit, but not even that drunk could he help but see through their sexually experimental seek for attention and find them hot. They kept looking at him while making out, which was very distracting in his on the verge of-nauseated state, so instead he closed his eyes. For just a moment.
"Darren!"
"What?"
Joey was back with two cups of… something, and handed one of them to Darren.
"You're sitting next to two chicks making out and you fucking fall asleep?" Joey then grinned and plopped down next to him, raising his glass in a subtle 'cheers'. "Man, sometimes I forget that you're just as straight as any other theatre major in college."
Darren took a gulp of whatever was in the cup, scrunching up his face as the booze burned in his throat. He coughed wheezily, and felt a new wave of alcohol entering his nerves and fogging up his vision.
"Straight," Darren snorted. "I fucking hate that word. I'm not into labels."
"Whatever, man," Joey laughed. "You always say that when you're drunk, and then when you're sober you suddenly only get boners for the ladies. Or, y'know, Lauren."
"Lauren Lopez is not a lady," Darren objected, feeling his thoughts turning into confusing knots inside his head.
"You should know, buddy. You fucked her."
"Y- yeah. Now if you'll excuse me," Darren finished his drink by downing the last mouthful and very gracefully missing the coffee-table when he put down the cup and instead discarding it into where the fuck ever. "I'm going to dance."
He stood up and bowed with equal amount of grace and Joey saluted him, his eyes then fixating on the girls sitting next to him, though they weren't at all as up in each other's business as before when people stopped paying attention to them.
"Fucking knew it," Darren mumbled to himself as he made his way out of the smoky stoners-pit that was the living room and entered a room with fog rolling up the walls and different lights flicking so intensively it surely possessed the power to trigger an epileptic seizure, all to the rhythm of heavy party music playing loudly. He started dancing by himself in the crowded room loosely, feeling limbs loosening up further and nerves disappearing. He hadn't even realized he had any, but he could feel a smile creeping up on his face as they went away and all he could feel was this euphoric sensation tickling inside his chest. At this point he just couldn't not dance, and ended up breaking into a mixture of hip hop, ballet and whatever else he could come up with.
"What are you doing?" he suddenly heard someone shout in his ear. Darren turned his head in the direction of the sound to be met by a couple of squinting eyes, a wide smile and a doughy little nose in the middle. From this, all Darren could register was that this guy was sober, and gay.
"You're sober," Darren said, the flicking lights and loud music becoming annoying. They started dancing together.
"I'm Chris," his newfound buddy said. "And yes, I am pretty sober."
Chris laughed nervously and Darren returned the smile.
"You're gay." At this point the border between what Darren thought and what Darren said was broken, and he decided to not take responsibility for anything coming out of his mouth by now.
"That's true," Chris said, putting his arms on top of Darren's shoulders and swaying his hips in rhythm with the music.
They danced like that for a little bit, Darren closing the space between them by putting his hands on Chris hips. He enjoyed this company. This company was sober, clean and smelled like freshly poured rain on new, hot asphalt. Quite a difference from the company he usually kept at parties like these.
"Sorry for not being as observant as you, but are you gay?" Chris blurted out.
Darren smiled again, nuzzling his face into the crook of the stranger's neck.
"I'm not into labels," he said and wrapped his arms around Chris back. He just couldn't get over that scent. Chris let his arms fall to his sides and creep up around Darren's back as well.
"You smell so fucking good. Like, I don't know, it's just so good."
Chris didn't answer. He just kept still with Darren, and after what seemed like only a second he was ripped away from this new, warm person that he didn't want to let go of.
"Sorry about my friend," he heard Joey's voice say. "He's really fucking drunk."
"Yeah, I got that," Chris soft voice suddenly got a sharp edge to it. "Don't worry. I wasn't going to… do anything bad."
"He's not gay," Joey said. "He just thinks he is when he's drunk."
Darren wasn't going to have this conversation again.
"Whatever, Joey," he said, but as he looked up a sudden flash of light stinging his eyes cut him off. The fog and sweat on the dance floor was suddenly so far away. "Wait, where-"
"You passed out on the dance floor," Chris interrupted him. Darren raised his eyebrows. He was kneeling in front of a toilet seat in a bathroom, Joey on one side of him and Chris on the other. He was surprised at how clean the toilet was. Nothing inside of it but clear water. No cigarette butts, no vomit, no nothing. Darren wasn't sure he was at the same party anymore.
"We thought you were going to throw up," Joey said. "I'm going back to the party now. Like, I'm getting with this chick. Chris called cab for you to go home."
Darren opened his mouth to protest.
"You look like shit, dude," Joey interrupted him. "You need to sleep or, take a shower or something. I'll be home when you wake up."
Darren just nodded at that. Joey left and closed the door around him. Chris got up and locked it.
Darren sat, his back to the bathroom wall and his face in his hands. He felt himself sobering up more for every second going by.
"Here, have some water," Chris said and he downed it in a second. Water always felt so silky smooth when drunk. No taste, no burning.
"I haven't called a cab, by the way," Chris said. He was sitting on the toilet seat just watching Darren. Darren didn't know whether to be alarmed or flattered by his sudden interest in him. He was happy he wasn't alone. And he liked to be in a somewhat quiet, clean place with a person that smelled like spring.
"Why not?" Darren looked up now, catching Chris' eyes and they both smiled. He noticed Chris right hand was resting on top of his crotch. His eyes became fixated on it.
"Come here."
Darren moved in front of Chris, who leaned down, putting one hand in Darren's curly hair and forcing their lips together. Chris tasted like mint toothpaste and he couldn't get enough of the taste. Their tongues danced together softly, the only sound in the room being the quiet smack of their lips as they changed angles. Darren let his mouth roam over Chris defined jaw line, scratching his teeth against it softly as he heard Chris breath hitch up. He felt hands remove him from there, realizing it was Chris' hands on the sides of his face. He looked into his eyes, and smiled a little. It was nice how he could just kiss someone like this. Darren liked kissing. Chris eyes changed, though.
"I want you to blow me," Chris said.
Darren smiled wider. Now he was flattered. "Really?"
"Yes," Chris said. "God, yes. I want you to suck my cock."
"Okay," Darren said, and his curious hand moving to join Chris right hand that was still resting on top of his crotch. It was hard.
"Jeez," Darren mumbled. "Thanks."
Chris laughed airily and buckled up his belt and pulled down the zipper on his tight jeans. Darren wasn't going to tease. He had done this quite a lot and enjoyed it, and he knew that he himself didn't like to be kept waiting. Not during moments like this. He pulled out Chris cock and started rubbing it, up and down, his hand familiar with the touch. Chris kept exhaling loudly, his hips bucking up to the touch of his hand. Darren quickened the pace, until Chris started moaning.
"Mouth," Chris breathed.
Darren replaced his hand with his mouth. There was this peculiar feeling to having a fully erected cock inside your mouth. Darren bobbed his head up and down it sloppily, Chris groaning and moaning appreciatively as he did. His cock sometimes missed Darren's mouth as it kept going in and out of it, and ended up slapping him on the cheek or sometimes just rubbing against it. Darren enjoyed that, he enjoyed Chris cock all up in his face and mouth. Chris suddenly stopped the pace they'd worked out by putting his hands in Darren's hair and slowly moving his cock further down his throat, until Darren's nose breathed in the little hairs on Chris lower stomach. As long as he could breath from his nose, Darren was fine with deep throat. Chris seemed to like it as well, and he moaned and bucked his hips very carefully with Darren's mouth all around his cock. As he released Darren from his grip, Darren so surprised by the sudden loss of pressure to the back of his head he let go of all of Chris dick. He was just about to start sucking him again when Chris hand was in the way, jerking himself off. Darren sat there awkwardly, watching him moan and sweat and buck his hips into his own hands. It was pretty hot.
"Do you like cum?" Chris asked eventually. When Darren didn't answer he spoke again.
"I want you to eat my cum."
Darren just opened his mouth at the end of Chris throbbing dick. It was really, really fully erected by now. Sprinting high and proud in the air, entirely red, before Chris hand directed it to Darren's mouth. Before Darren knew it wads of cum were shot into his mouth, as Chris moaned loudly, his hand going incredibly fast over his cock. Darren took all of it into his mouth until Chris was finished, and he swallowed.
"Was it good?" Darren smiled, and licked his still cum coated lips.
Chris breathed heavily, body sprawled upon the toilet seat and looked down on Darren.
"Yes," Chris said.
Darren stood up at that and looked at himself in the mirror. He really was sobering up, even though he looked like the opposite. His curly hair was in an embarrassing mess, his face had red marks all over it from Chris cock rubbing and slapping against it. Chris appeared behind him, his hands placed upon Darren's hips in a firm grip. As if to claim him.
"So… do you always abuse drunk straight guys?" he asked, looking into Chris eyes in the mirror.
Chris laughed.
"Not necessarily," he said. "Sometimes they're gay."
Darren turned around and gave Chris lips a quick peck before he created some distance between them.
"I should be heading home," Darren said. "Can we-…"
"I put my number in your phone if you ever want me to return the favor."
Darren closed his mouth and smiled, and left without saying a word.