I was hoping this chapter would be longer, but the pacing just didn't feel right… I don't want to break it up too much but I'm thinking that I'm gonna make it into three different chapters, each focusing on a different event that happens during their long weekend.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy and I'm sorry if it's no good!

The size of our hotel room was surprising to say the least, consisting of two beds and a pull out couch, meaning that when we weren't sleeping we would have a small living room area to hang out in.

Given by hang out I meant 'do drugs', but saying so felt obvious at this point.

I sat my bags down in front of the couch, hoping I would have a moment to relax before we got into any antics. The ride here had been crowded and all of the extra bodies had made the air feel much too warm, meaning that I was sweating and exhausted.

It was better than airplanes at least.

Before we had even finished putting down our suitcases Henri and Emile were excitedly packing a bong, making sure the windows were open and the fan was running.

"Are you all just stupid?" I asked, reluctantly sitting on the floor with them. "A joint is one thing but you're definitely gonna stink the room up."

"We brought a filter." Henri stated, pulling out what I was rather confident was nothing more than an empty roll of toilet paper.

Wyatt clearly noticed my confusion.

"It's stuffed with dryer sheets." He said. "You blow the smoke into it and it deludes the smell."

"I don't think you can cover the smell of pot up with a paper that smells like lavender. Also, I'm not putting my mouth on a toilet paper roll, that thing is probably covered in germs."

"I'm willing to bet it's not the worst thing your mouth has been on." Avery said with a roll of the eyes.

I blushed slightly, hoping I could keep my thoughts on track and not get distracted by what I had been thinking about lately… Even Dmitri has let out a slight snort at the comment.

Not hiding my annoyance, I glared at him and gave a mild grunt in return, crossing my arms to my chest.

"Just give me the stupid bong." I said.

Avery obliged, smirking at me while handing it off. Taking the lighter I had begun keeping in my pocket, I lit the bud, attempting to inhale through the tube without success.

Nothing like making an ass out of yourself while attempting to keep up with your friends.

"You need to suck harder than that." Wyatt explained. "Until it starts to bubble."

"Listen to him, he knows everything there is to know about sucking."

Rolling my eyes, I gave it another try, sealing the glass around my mouth and inhaling deeply until I could feel the vibration of the water. It reminded me of when little kids blow bubbles in milk, only instead of blowing air out I was sucking it in.

Before I was able to fully comprehend what I was feeling, the intense heat filled my lungs, causing me to begin coughing hysterically while gasping for breath that I just couldn't seem to get. The more I coughed, the more I realized that I couldn't currently breath. Thankfully I had the state of mind to rush to the bathroom, dry heaving over a toilet and shocked that I hadn't yet vomited.

Wyatt had followed me, now giggling with a hand rested on the cress of my back as I continued gasping for air while choking on my own saliva.

"You okay?" He said with a smirk while attempting to hand me something. Brushing the drool off of my chin I looked in his palm to see an asthma inhaler. "It'll help."

Not caring where it came from or how he got it, I grabbed it out of his hand. After two rounds of inhaling the medicine sharply, I found my lungs starting to expand, gaining control of my breathing once more, although I continued hacking angrily.

"Fuck..." I gasped. I felt lightheaded and yet my body felt heavy, the room spinning around me enough where I had to hold onto Wyatt for support.

"Try breathing in through your nose and out through your mouth. Your lungs are mad at you right now but they'll get over it."

I was still coughing and breathing was painful, but either way I got back onto my feet, trying to balance in a room that was refusing to hold still.

Wyatt helped me up and back into the living room, sitting down with me and pulling a bottle of vodka out of his suitcase along a few varieties of soda.

"We figured that since it's a special weekend we could actually properly mix this time." Henri laughed, grabbing a stack of plastic cups and pouring himself a drink. "We're gonna get fucked up tonight!"

"Aren't we supposed to meet our class in the morning to go downtown?" I asked. "We're all gonna be hungover."

"Speak for yourself, you're the only one who gets a hangover from two drinks, besides, one of the best ways to cure a headache is my having an orgasm and you're sharing a bed with Wyatt so you're bound to have a few."

"Can we talk about something else?" I asked shyly.

Taking the bottle, I badly attempted to make myself some sort of proper drink while ignoring the tingling sensation inside my pants.

"I mean, you're 100% Wyatt's type." He giggled. "Kid can't look at a no nonsense bad boy and not demand to know what his orgasm face looks like."

"Henri, stop saying orgasm!" Emile yelled in a fit of laughter, "You're making me hard."

"Get over it, Wyatt's never even gone down on you."

"Neither have you, I'd like to mention."

"Not due to your own lack of trying." Wyatt chimed in. "Both of you tried to date me."

"Yet you've only sucked off Avery."

I swallowed my drink the wrong way, coughing it back up all over my shirt and looking around the faces that filled the room in shock.

"Excuse me!?" I yelled, now staring at both of them as though I had never met them before. After an entire school year together you would think that would have come up in conversation at least once!

"I didn't." Wyatt giggled, wrapping an arm around my waist. "But he did ask me. That was how we met."

Avery was blushing and attempting to hide an embarrassed smirk.

"You had a reputation." He shrugged. "I wasn't the first straight guy to ask you, I had just never had one before and was curious."

"You tried to pay me. You literally begged. Besides, you've still never had one."

"I'm just saying, there's protein in cum and you're on the skinny side. I mean, not Kai levels of skinny but after all the cock's you've gobbled I'm surprised you aren't an athlete. Just imagine: On the go protein shakes."

They were all giggling like school girls, continuing to smoke and drink while telling different stories at the expense of one another.

"Have you two fucked yet?" Avery asked me, making another drink. "You sure stay in each others rooms a lot."

"No." Wyatt blushed, leaving out the part where I had asked him to be my first. "Not that it's any of your business."

"You sucked him off in the showers though, right?"

"That's only a rumor!" I interrupted, almost spilling the drink I had poured. "He's never even done-" I paused. "That… to me."

I couldn't tell if Dmitri was uncomfortable or if he was only picking up bits and pieces of the conversation, looking around the room with a lost in thought expression.

Henri raised an eyebrow.

"Hang on… Wyatt, you've never gone down on him? He's your boyfriend, the least you could do is suck his cock."

Emile rolled his eyes.

"Like you're one to talk." He scuffed.

"Can we not have this conversation?" Wyatt asked, ignored completely without any thought.

"You've given head to at least half of the seniors and now you're suddenly shy?"

"You're exaggerating." He blushed. "It wasn't that many."

"I walked in on you sixty-nining Haru with a finger in his ass."

Dmitri cupped a hand to his mouth, snorting loudly in an attempt to unsuccessfully stifle his laughter.

Henri had begun to imitate what I was fairly sure was supposed to be Haru moaning, dry humping the air in front of him.

"Oh god!" He yelled in a strange fake voice. "I'm so incredibly straight but will you please let me suck your cock? No homo, I swear."

"I mean, in Wyatt's defense, Haru isn't an upperclassman." Avery shrugged.

"Remember how obsessed he used to be with him? I swear, Wyatt, you followed that asshole around like a lost puppy with your dick between your legs."

"He told you to stop." I cupped a hand to Wyatt's knee, squeezing it slightly. I understood that they had always spoken to one another like that, but he clearly had enough of being the butt of their jokes.

"You're no fun." Henri rolled his eyes in an obvious fashion, continuing to pass the bong around until it had made its second lap within our small circle. "Do you guys wanna check out the night life? I didn't come here just to hang out at the hotel."

They all began getting to their feet, myself reluctantly agreeing and taking Wyatt by the hand, pulling him up.

"You doing alright?" I asked him, trying to ignore the lightheaded feeling that was still overpowering my body.

"I'm okay." He smiled. "They're just goofing around, besides, we're all completely stoned."

He kissed my cheek. I'm not sure I would refer to myself as completely stoned at the moment, similar to the other times I had smoked with Wyatt I wasn't currently giddy or obnoxious, not like when they had given me edibles.

Either way, I took the bottle of vodka off the floor, drinking from it without mixing and coughing as it burned the back of my throat. I was becoming accustomed to being drunk fairly regularly, meaning that I had to drink more now than I did in the beginning in order to achieve the same effect.

"I'm gonna change clothes, quick." I remarked, digging through my suitcase for something that felt more suitable for being downtown at nightfall.

"You didn't happen to bring your tournament clothes, did you?" Avery asked. "You might be able to get free drinks for an autograph."

"I don't give autographs." I rolled my eyes. I had been asked before and I honestly just didn't understand it. I had been on two different teams, how was I even supposed to decide what language to use? Max always signed his name in English, using the Roman alphabet, it was confusing.

Sighing uncomfortably, I settled on a black crop top, confident that I had put on enough weight where I didn't look like an anorexic teenage girl.

Oddly, it was Emile I caught looking at me as I switched shirts.

"He really does have a great body." He smirked at Wyatt, elbowing him in the side and causing me to blush. "You caught yourself quite the dollfaced little twink, didn't you?"

"Don't call him that." Wyatt remarked, rolling his eyes at the statement.

Oddly enough, he wasn't the first person to refer to me as dollface, making me wonder if I was missing out on some kind of inside joke.

Ignoring my sudden wave of body insecurity, I clasped a choker around my neck and switched belts before getting my shoes on to leave.

"Where do you even manage to get all of your fetishware?" Emile asked me, eyes currently locked on my midriff. "You have an impressive collection."

"What are you talking about?"

"Did the collar come with a leash too?"

"It's not a collar." I scoffed. "It's a choker. I don't like my neck exposed."

"Kai, you are wearing a BDSM collar."

My blush darkened rather harshly, annoyance setting in on my face.

"No I'm not!" I yelled in embarrassment. "For your information I got this at the mall."

I was rather confident that the metal ring that hung off the front was meant as a decoration, maybe to hold a few chains if you wanted to be fancy, and had absolutely nothing to do with the BDSM community.

"Hey, Wyatt," Henri giggled. "Remember when you found that clip on tail that you wore on the loops of your jeans and a rumor started that you were a furry?"

I smiled slightly, happy that the conversation was finally off of what I was wearing.

"It didn't stop any of the jocks from trying to fuck me." He shrugged. "Kai, are you ready now?"

"Yeah." I sighed, grabbing my rucksack and following them to the door.

Were all of the jokes they made at Wyatt's expense true? Had he really been walked in on while fooling around with Haru? Had they actually gone that far with one another?

Keeping my eyes on my feet, I tried my best to keep the image out of my head, walking along the hotel hallway and to the elevator.

It was going to be a long night.

Xxx

We made it downtown without difficulty, huddled onto the sidewalk like your typical gang of tourists and trying to decide on where we should go first.

At least it would have been without difficulty if we had just taken the elevator to the main floor and not spent ten minutes attempting to see if we could get from one elevator to the other without the door closing on us.

"Do any of you remember where that old alley was?" Avery asked, looking over both shoulders in hopes of recognizing something. "The one we pimped Wyatt out in."

"Avery if you want cocaine, then you be the hooker." Wyatt scoffed, rolling his eyes while shoving his way past him.

"I'm not trying to sell your magical mouth this time, I just want drugs."

"You're all idiots." I scolded, hoping he was only kidding. "I'm not buying drugs with you guys."

"Go hang out at the shops, then. We can come get you when we're finished."

Even Wyatt seemed to agree, reluctantly letting go of my hand and following behind them.

"We won't be long." He smiled shyly, "It's safer for us to be in a group, though."

Giggling among themselves, they walked together into the alley, leaving me on my own in the crowd of strangers and packed novelty stores. Sighing, I eyed my surroundings, looking for something I could do to pass the time.

Locking eyes with a brightly lit neon sign, I used my limited English abilities and grasp of inappropriate words I had learned from Wyatt to make out the roman letters.

Adult

Erotica

Novelty

Hang on, was I standing in front of a porn store? Just out in the open?

A dark blush filled my face as I looked over my shoulders. They were all gone now, there was no one around who I recognized or new.

I thought back to what I had been thinking about this morning… I didn't know anything about performing oral sex and had already proven to myself multiple times that my lack of experience wasn't working out in my favor. Maybe if I got something I could practice on…

I shook the thought out of my head.

No way, that was way too embarrassing; what if I got caught? It's not like I could come up with very many excuses as to why I had bought a dildo while they had gone looking for drugs.

Then again, I had a bag with me, they didn't necessarily need to know that I had bought anything. I could go to the gas station down the street and stock up on soda and snack foods, then they wouldn't question why my bag was suddenly stuffed with something.

I replayed the previous conversation that had happened in the hotel room… Haru had taken him in his mouth before and yet I still hadn't.

Taking one more glance over both shoulders, I ducked my head low, covered my face with my hair, and walked in.

The door had one of those stupid chimes, meaning that my presence was brought to the attention of everyone in the store. Thankfully 'everyone' in this case ended up only being me, the guy at the register and a balding guy with a ponytail and body odor who was flipping through hentai.

"Do you have an ID?" Register guy asked, playing with his lip piercing with his teeth. He was strangely pretty for a man… if you would even call him that, he couldn't have been older than eighteen. His long, blond hair was tinted with a streak of purple and he was wearing a full face of women's make up. Even his clothing choices looked like what I would pick out for myself blended with a mix of primary colors.

I was pretty sure he was a hippy.

"I… um..." I mumbled, cheeks now tinted a bright red and head held down even further. "I forgot it."

He scoffed, clearly not believing my story.

"Tell me the truth kid, how old are you? Fourteen?"

"I'm sixteen."

It wasn't far off from the truth, I would be sixteen in more or less three months. Besides, sixteen seemed to be one of those windows where you were viewed as grown.

"You can't be in here if you're under eighteen."

"I'm not trying to get porn or anything." I wished so badly that I had worn something with a hood I could hide under. "I just…" God dammit, what the fuck was I supposed to say? I'm just looking for a dildo to practice sucking?

"Do you need help? Are you in trouble?"

Great, now he thought I was a trafficking victim or something.

"I want a dildo..." I whispered as quietly as I possibly could. "But not for that- I just want to learn how to do something."

Great job, Kai, you don't sound like an insane idiot whatsoever.

"You got a boy pressuring you?"

"No!" I blushed deeper. "It was my idea. He doesn't know I'm here."

He rolled his eyes, tucking a section of hair behind his pierced ear and leaning closer to me.

"You seem like a nice girl-"

"I'm not a girl!" My face shot up in what might have been annoyance, embarrassment or both. I had never been mistaken for a girl before.

Now he was the one blushing, suddenly noticing that I was, in fact, not a shy teenage girl. He didn't apologize for the mistake, instead just smirking with what looked like pity.

"He your first boyfriend?"

"Yeah..."

"Are you out?"

"Kind of…"

He exhaled with clear sympathy for me. I didn't want to just assume gay stereotypes but based on how he looked at me it was clear he had been in my shoes at one point.

"What do you want to know?"

"How to… you know…"

"He isn't pressuring you?"

"He's experienced… He kind of has a reputation for being really good… I already know I'm not any good but I want to at least try and get a grasp on what I'm supposed to do."

"You wanna make him feel good, is that it?"

Why was I talking about this to some random stranger who was supposed to be kicking me out of the store? Was this a weird conversation to be having? I mean, I wasn't even this open to my friends! Outside of Wyatt at least, and I couldn't talk to him about it because he was the person I was trying to do it to.

Was I just really high right now?

"Yeah..." I nodded.

"Fine, as long as no one is putting any pressure on you and everything is consensual."

Bending down, he went into the counter he stood behind and pulled out a box, opening it and taking out something covered in bubble wrap. Removing it, he revealed an off colored silicone dildo, circumcised and everything.

"So… I don't need to leave?" I asked.

"No, you definitely need to leave. In like, ten seconds." He giggled effeminately. He was running his finger along the tip of it, causing my pants to tighten in the crotch. "Try and be enthusiastic about it, show him that you're not doing it as a favor, you're doing it because you want to; beg to get him off."

I was essentially positive this guy should be on a list somewhere, clearly overstepping a few boundaries by telling me this information, yet at this very moment I was thankful for him. I had never actually met a gay adult before. "Go slow, really pay attention to how he responds to different things."

He pointed out where the most sensitive areas were, explaining that I should use those spots to tease him, how to change up what I was doing and a few tongue exercises that would drive him crazy.

"Just take this one." He had reboxed silicone penis he had been stroking throughout the entire conversation, taking an extremely obvious glance at my current hard on and putting it in a discreet colored bag. "Go get him." He winked. "Next time he'll be begging you for it."

Had I really just gotten hit on and then given a free dildo? Honestly if I wasn't currently completely embarrassed about what I had done, I would say it'd make a great story someday.

I was also seriously convinced that I had just spoken to the future version of Wyatt and he had taught me how to suck his dick, something that made me concerned that the pot we had smoked might be mixed with something.

Thanking him, I put in in my bag and walked back out, double glancing over my shoulder to make sure my friends weren't back yet. Thankfully, I was alone.

I was alone and I had a boner.

Trying to relax myself, I walked along the sidewalk and glanced at the series of boutiques, bars and tourist attractions, stopping at a bakery for a few minutes before ending up back at my drop off point.

"Kai!" Wyatt called my name, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my neck and shoulders. "There you are!"

He was acting giddy, giggling and being overly affectionate.

"Did you smoke more pot?" I asked with a roll of the eyes, hoping none of them would feel the need to remind me that I was also high.

"Yeah, but if you wanted some then you should have come with us. We can pack another bong later." He let go of me, now covering his mouth as he continued laughing at absolutely nothing. "I got you something!" He yelled in my ear.

I flinched.

"How about you relax first?"

Going into a brown paper bag, he pulled out a small rectangle of plastic.

"It's a fake ID!" Okay, but it wasn't going to help me much if he continued to scream it loud enough for everyone to hear. "Well, I guess it's not so much fake as discarded."

"You didn't steal this, did you?" I asked with concern, taking it out of his hands.

"No, I bought it off of the guy who sold us the drugs, I have one too." He pulled out a second one and handed it to me. I had to admit it wasn't half bad… Wyatt was relatively generic looking and could blend in easily with the photograph of the twenty year old brunette on the card.

I glanced at the one he had handed me for myself.

"Wyatt, this says that I'm twenty eight and a woman!"

"No one is gonna pay enough attention to notice. Besides, you try finding an ID of someone with gray hair who's under forty!" He smacked me on the back playfully, hand coming into contact with my rucksack that was now stuffed to the brim. "What did you buy? Souvenirs?"

"Just a few snacks."

"Great! I'm starving!"

I pulled back sharply as he attempted to grab hold of the opening of my bag, nearly falling over in the process. If Avery found out where I had gone and what I had left with I would never hear the end of it.

"Can we just wait until we get back to the hotel or something?" I asked. "I don't want to lose any of my shit, it's crowded here."

"You can't go into a club with a full bag anyway. We're gonna need to go back to the hotel first." He was smirking at Avery, who was grinning ear to ear and looked like he was about to begin jumping for joy. What was up with all of them right now? Were they sure that pot was the only thing they had smoked?

"Come on!" He grabbed me by the hand, the rest of our group trailing behind us and making zero attempt to hide their clearly stoned antics. "Holy shit, I'm so excited!" He laughed while pulling me back toward the subway that we had used to get here.

"What the hell are you so giggly about?"

He refused to answer me, instead just continuing to pull me by the hand.

I had a bad feeling about this…