A/N: Here is chapter 2. Blaine's POV. Enjoy!
Blaine
My brain is fuzzy but an incredible pleasure swoops in my stomach. I can't recall last night, to be honest. I know I went out with the guys and I think I took someone home. My toes curl as I'm nearing my release and I open one bleary eye to see the spiky blond head of... I can't remember if we swapped names. He's enthusiastic, I have to admit. But as I slowly wake up my stomach churns. I push the blonde head from my fading erection and head into my bathroom to empty my stomach.
Blondie follows me and waits in the doorway.
"Are you okay? Can I bring you something?"
"No. Thank you. I'm sorry but I'm clearly not in the mood for another round of sex. I don't mean to be rude but can you please go and leave me be?"
I haven't finished my speech while another wave of nausea hits me and Blondie hastily gets dressed and leaves my apartment slamming my front door shut which pains my poor head and I moan in self pity.
Kiki pushes her little poodle body through the bathroom door and winces at the smell and look of me.
"I know I look and smell like puke, sweetie. I'm sorry. Gimme a few minutes to clean myself up and then I'll get you food, okay?"
Kiki waggles her tail and walks back into the living area.
I feel like I'm dying. I have no idea what the hell I drank. Or how much. As soon as I feel like I can at least get up from the floor I walk slowly into the bedroom again to put on some underwear.
My head is hammering and the first thing I do is taking painkillers and start the coffee machine. Kiki's food almost makes me puke again and she impatiently circles me while I put her food into the bowl. Her happy yapping and munching makes me smile a tiny bit and I get myself a glass of water and a mug of coffee. I feel bad for the guy I kicked out but at least we didn't exchange numbers. I hope so. I can't deal with being bombarded with text messages or phone calls by one-night-stands.
I remember the proud look, Sebastian threw me last night when Blondie and I left the bar. Sebastian. My best friend and first boyfriend. God, we were babies when we started dating. 15 year old teenagers with dreams of romance and fairytale loves. We quickly got over that. We were together for 2 years and broke it off as friends in our senior year. Bas wanted to explore and I dated Nick for the rest of senior year. After losing him to the love of his life and now fiancé, I started to think that relationships were probably not my forte.
With that in mind, I screwed probably every gay guy in my swim team and within a 40 miles radius around Westerville. But I'm not an asshole. I always tell the guys what I want and they are always on the same page. No need for whiny begs to see each other again.
My head feels a little better when my phone buzzes with a text.
Sebastian:
Hey lover boy. How was the Blondie? He looked like he was going to go down on you in the middle of the dance floor. Mhhh. What a pity he wanted you and not me. I bet he was an eager pleaser.
I groan again. That's Sebastian. Always saying what he thinks and always with innuendo in mind. I don't really mind though. We love each other and I know it comes from the heart. His filthy heart.
Blaine:
Morning. I can't remember much but I woke up with my dick in his mouth. I bet it would have been great if I didn't had to drag him away from me to run to the bathroom and puke like crazy. I kicked him out. God I look like shit. WTF did I drink last night?
It doesn't even take a minute until I get my answer.
Sebastian:
Loads of Tequila shots.
Sebastian:
Oh boy, you're never going to live that down. I'll definitely tell Wes and Nick about this. Blainey oh Blainey. Prepare for the laughs this afternoon when you come to the pool.
Sebastian:
And no! I won't let this go. You know me. See ya later, honey. I have to take pity on this guy's impressive dick in my hand before he needs to leave. Laters baby ;)
I have to chuckle at that one. I know what will await me later at training.
After a lazy and relaxing shower I get ready for training. Finally feeling human again. Kiki is happy to accompany me to the pool and jumps excitedly on our way to the car.
On the short drive I focus on my upcoming competition. I'm one of the best in my team. I can say that without being obnoxious. I know it, my coach knows it and my teammates know it too. I might be not the tallest, but my legs are strong and I am quite fast. The physique of a swimmer is helpful too, when it comes to dating or attracting guys. Sebastian uses that fact shamelessly. He often wears tight as fuck clothes to show off. Without being sad that we're not a couple anymore I can proudly say that he is one hell of a gorgeous guy. Not only his broad shoulders and trim waist and those abs are amazing but his legs are strong and so incredibly long. The guy who will get him to settle down is one lucky bastard.
I arrive shortly after and get Kiki and my bag from the car heading towards the entrance, where Wes and Nick are already waiting for me.
I'm prepared for what's coming.
"Hey there, vomit-bag. Heard you nearly puked on a poor little guy, while he was blowing you. Must have sucked," Nick snickered and Wes just snorted at the pun and petted a happily jumping Kiki on the head.
"Yeah yeah. Just you laugh, Nicholas. I may have still some blackmail material for your fiancé, if you won't stop picking on me. You choose," I reply smugly and Nick's smirky grin fades from his face at the thought.
"So not fair, Anderson," he grumbles and makes his way inside, where Wes, Kiki and I follow directly behind him.
