I had hoped to get away from everyone for a bit when we went back to the hotel, wanting to inspect my latest 'purchase' without any interruption. My friends clearly had other plans.

"Kai," Wyatt called out to me as they all reformed their circle on the living room floor. "Get over here."

Tucking my bag away where it wouldn't be noticed, I obliged, sitting cross legged by his side and only slightly nervous about what they were all currently so giggly about. Avery seemed to notice my concern, smirking at me while he pulled a small bag of what appeared to be pills out of his pocket.

"I thought you said you got pot?" I asked, suddenly a bit more afraid regarding what I might be getting myself into.

"We did." He chuckled. "We got Molly too, though."

I sighed, giving Wyatt a side eye glance before accepting defeat. I should have gone with them.

"Start with only half a pill, though." Henri remarked. "I don't know how potent these are."

Avery had begun handing the small multicolored pills to Wyatt, who had begun using a pocket knife to cut them in half before allowing the small pieces to make their way through our circle. By the time he was done, I had one too.

"So are you gonna do it or are you gonna pussy out on us?"

I eyed the pink pill I held closely, making out what I believe to have been the shape of a heart before Wyatt had cut it, which seemed like an odd shape to make a drug.

"I'll do it." I grumbled.

"Will you, really?" Wyatt said with excitement, now grinning ear to ear and watching me inspect the pill. I hadn't expected him to be so excited about doing an illegal drug with me that he had gotten off of some street dealer who was probably tweeked out.

"Yeah… have any of you done this before?"

"Wyatt and Avery did it last year," Emile explained, "Henri and I took shrooms."

"It won't do anything crazy. It gives you an insane boost of serotonin, you'll feel happy."

That didn't sound too bad, I decided, popping it into my mouth and dry swallowing, something that I regretted when I realized how bitter it tasted. I shuttered, taking another swig from the bottle of vodka. Between the alcohol and the pot I could clearly tell that I was out of it, the world now feeling like it was moving in slow motion even though everyone moving and talking appeared the same as always.

It was a weird feeling… I knew that nothing out of the ordinary was happening and yet it felt like something had slowly been changing. I would get lost in thought and find myself staring at the ceiling fan for minutes that actually turned out to be seconds.

"How long does it take to kick in?" I asked.

"Maybe thirty minutes, it actually works relatively fast."

I was already regretting the decision to swallow the pill, mostly because I didn't want my current sensations to go away. I felt calm, relaxed as I pictured myself grabbing hold to the blades of the fan and spinning until I threw up.

"What are you smiling about?"

I turned my head to Wyatt, who was smirking at me sweetly.

"I like how it feels when I breath." I said. "Can you pack the bong again?"

A few of them were laughing, something I normally worried they did at my expense, I didn't care right now, though. I was even chuckling along with them, closing my eyes and feeling the sensation of my lungs expanding every time I would breath in.

I didn't see which one, but one of them had listened to what I said, passing the glass piece to me after a few minutes of silence.

"It's weird seeing you in a good mood." Henri giggled.

Although I was hoping the third time would be a charm, the heat of the bong still set my gag reflex off, causing me to cough in painful spasms until my stomach hurt. Taking a drink, I lay down on the floor on my back, eyes drawn to the ceiling and refusing to decide between staying open or closing.

I felt good.

"Alright, so Kai is completely out of it now." Avery said, taking the bong from where I had set it in front of me. "You're in for a fun night, Wy."

It was the truth. My jumbled thoughts had relaxed themselves, causing me to forget what I was thinking about as soon as something new took its place.

I didn't want this moment to end.

For the first time in my life, I felt invincible.

"I want another piercing." I blurted out, eyes still focused on the ceiling. "Or a tattoo. Wyatt, we should get matching tattoos."

"I have a low pain threshold." He smirked.

Avery giggled.

"That's why Wyatt prides himself on being a top. God, I wanna fuck someone so bad." He paused. "A girl, I mean. No offense."

"You've never even gotten so much as a hand job, quit trying to convince everyone that you aren't a virgin."

"You could have been a good friend and sucked my cock." He said to Wyatt with what I believed to be playful sarcasm.

"I care about what goes into my body." He spat back.

"You swallowed Haru's spunk, no you do not."

I'm not sure of it was from the Molly, the pot or the alcohol, but I couldn't stop giggling, now rolled into a fetal position and hugging myself tightly. Wyatt lay next to me, pulling me into his chest and wrapping his arms around me. Every time he tried to hold in his own laughter I could feel his chest spasm, causing me to begin laughing all over again.

Wyatt shot back up just as quickly as he had laid down, arms out in a dramatic fashion.

"Dude!" He yelled, smile plastered across his face. "Let's go clubbing! There's a place nearby!"

Rather simultaneously we agreed, getting back on our feet and going downstairs. Wyatt loaned me a shirt, as I had spit my mixture of soda and alcohol on my own. I even found myself participating in their elevator game! Him, myself and Dmitri going in the one opposite of Emile, Henri and Avery and pushing the corresponding button of each floor, trying to time it perfectly so as to make a running dash from one elevator to the other each time the doors opened.

We had made it to the second floor successfully before being scolded by a worker.

Worth it.

Xxx

The inside of the club we had managed to get into was dark, any normal artificial lighting replaced instead with black and strobe lights, most of which were spasming on and off to the fast based beat of techno music.

There was so much to look at and yet nothing to focus on.

"Do a shot with me!" Wyatt yelled, pulling me by the arm to the table they had managed to snag. "I wanna celebrate that we go in!"

Actually, I had been surprised too. Even in my less than sober state I hadn't been expecting his fake ID plan to work, assuming that the bouncer would take one look at us and tell us to scram. That hadn't been the case, though. As a matter of fact he had hardly bothered to look at the ID's at all, scanning them with a blue tinted flashlight and then ushering us inside with a wave of the arm.

I sat down next to him while a worker came our way with a platter of shot glasses, each of us taking one and downing it. Avery was attempting to tornado a beer in order to impress a girl who clearly wasn't interested and instead spilled it all over himself, causing her to walk away in disgust and for us to all begin laughing at his expense.

"I love how the music feels." I smiled, closing my eyes and leaning my head back. Each beat vibrating my body gently. I had never been able to feel music before, at least not that I had noticed.

"Dance with me?" Wyatt asked, taking me by the arm and trying to pull me up.

"No way!" I giggled.

"What's the problem? Can't dance?"

"I feel like you'd be more shocked if I claimed I could than admitted I couldn't."

Ignoring me, he yanked me to my feet, dragging me onto the floor with his arms wrapped around me. Straddling my hips assertively he brought his crotch to mine, grinding himself against me with impressive hip movements.

It wasn't necessarily that I was or wasn't embarrassed at what was happening, it was more that I didn't care that I was embarrassed. Honestly I could have pissed myself and at this point I think I would have shrugged it off.

"You need to learn how to have fun." He giggled, slipping his hand into my back pocket and giving my butt a gentle squeeze. "Stop worrying about what other people think and just be yourself."

I pulled back from him as the upbeat techno ended, a more gentle rhythm now taking it's place. The people who had been grinding one another were getting off the dance floor and being replaced by couples who danced closely, never breaking eye contact unless it was to rest a head on a chest.

"Do you want another drink?" I asked, taking his hand in an attempt to walk away from the romance that had taken over.

"Where do you think you're going?" He smirked.

Wyatt pulled me back into his arms, running his hands up my back until he held me by the shoulders.

"I don't slow dance..." I tried to explain. He ignored me, pressing his chest to mine and pulling me close.

"You're doing fine." He said. "Last time I checked you don't dance at all, but no one from school is here… no one here knows who we are."

He guided my arms around his neck, pulling me into his shoulder and squeezing me tightly.

It didn't really work the way it did with the straight couples, their noticeable height differences making it easy for a head to rest upon a shoulder or chest. I was only taller than Wyatt by a few centimeters, which made spooning difficult when we were standing up. Instead I leaned in slightly, just enough for him to get the hint and closing the gap between our mouths by touching our lips together gently.

I smiled when we parted.

"I can feel your boner." I giggled, causing Wyatt to blush, a thin smirk still making its way across his face.

"Sorry. I can't help it."

"I don't mind."

I don't think he noticed that I had one too, my mind drifting to what the man in the sex shop had explained to me. I hadn't had time to actually practice, but I knew where he would be most sensitive and that must count for something.

I wanted to do it and get it over with. I was gay and I was more or less in a relationship, meaning that sex was going to be a normal part of my life now and part of that life would involve having a dick in my mouth.

Unless it was just the Molly… did Molly make you horny?

Everything made me horny nowadays…

Taking his hand gently, I pulled us off of the dance floor, looking around the club until I was able to spot a sign for the restrooms.

"Where are we going?" Wyatt asked.

I didn't answer him, instead leading him to the door and pulling him inside. A man washing his hands glanced at us, clearly uncomfortable with our presence.

"This is the men's room!" He yelled at me, attempting to shoo both of us out. He looked at Wyatt with disgust. "Don't think I don't know what you're trying to do to this poor girl, take it somewhere else, pervert!"

"Why does everyone keep mistaking me for a girl!?" I yelled, catching the hand washer off guard and causing him to blush with discomfort before exiting the bathroom full speed.

"It's the shirt." Wyatt giggled.

"What about it?"

The top he had loaned me was the same one I had seen him wear to bed a few times, tattered and saying something in English that I had never asked him to translate.

"It says White Girl Wasted."

Now I was the one who had turned red, looking down at myself again and then back up to Wyatt before bursting into hysterical laughter.

"You're such an asshole." I smacked him playfully on the chest, unable to really feel any current emotions other than pure happiness. Even jokes at my own expense were funny to me right now.

He pulled me into him tightly, pressing my head to his shoulder and letting the vibration of his laughter tickle me before kissing me on the forehead.

"What are we even doing in the bathroom?" He asked.

"I was hoping it was private. I wanna give you head."

"In a private bathroom? How romantic." He was looking at the floor now, attempting to hide his shy smile. "Do you really want to…?"

"Fuck yes."

"Let's go back to the hotel, we'll be alone then."

"I wanna do it here."

His words from the dance floor came back to me. No one here knows who we are.

I got down on my knees in front of him, fumbling with his pants until I slipped his cock out, taken by surprised when it sprung upward in a bouncing motion. A lingering smell of musk filled my nostrils, but it wasn't unpleasant, if anything it was rather arousing.

Put it in your mouth… I told myself, refusing to allow my nerves to interfere. If Haru can do it then you can do it.

A clear fluid had dribbled from the slit and before I could talk myself into backing out, I licked it.

"Fuck..." Wyatt squeaked.

He was running his fingers through my hair, clutching a section of my bangs as soon as my tongue touched him.

I had been expecting it to taste salty, which it did, but was caught off guard by the unusual texture, thin but oddly slimy.

Before I could even comprehend what was happening, the door to the bathroom opened and we were face to face with another club bouncer, this one at least six feet tall and muscular.

"Hey!" He yelled at us, our intentions very clear. "Get the fuck out of here!" Wyatt was looking at him like a deer in the headlights, causing me to have to cover my mouth to stifle my laughter and leave his dick completely exposed. What was I thinking? I hadn't even brought him into a stall!

"Kai, we need to go." He said, slipping himself back into his pants.

"Hang on..." The bouncer glared at him, an eyebrow raised in the air. "You're that faggot from last year!" He yelled. "Get the fuck out of here before I call the cops, I should have you booked for prostitution."

"In my defense, I'm not the one on my knees this time."

He pulled me up as we both giggled hysterically, Wyatt pulling me up to my feet and quickly shoving our way past him.

"If I see either of you in here again I'm calling the cops!"

He made a grab for us, probably hoping to feel like a big shot by kicking us out himself.

"There's a back exit that leads to an alleyway." Wyatt said, hand cupped to my wrist as he pulled me through the club. "No one will see us."

"You just want me to keep going."

"Maybe."

"How did that guy know you?"

Pulling me outside through an emergency exit, we were able to stop running, panting from exhaustion and sitting on top of a few old garbage cans. That must be why the emergency exit wasn't alarmed, this must be the door they take the trash out of.

"Remember what Avery said about pimping me out last year?" He smirked. "This was the alley we used. That's how I knew about the door."

I looked around the location we sat in, made up of filth and smelling of rotting garbage.

"And you have the audacity to mock my romantic abilities?" I giggled, pulling out and lighting a cigarette.

"Hey, I wasn't dating any of those guys. I just made them cum and got paid."

"Where did you do it? I mean so that you didn't get caught."

He pointed to behind the dumpster, a small area that wasn't exposed due to the wooden fence that separated the alleyway from the lots that stood on the other side. I knew he wasn't proud of his past, but when you're on Molly it's hard not to see the humor in everything, or at least it's hard to bother caring.

Nothing seemed to matter right now.

My anxiety and depression were gone.

Finishing my cigarette, I stood up, taking him by the hand and walking to where he had pointed.

"Oh my god!" Wyatt laughed, grinning from ear to ear. "My tally marks are still there!"

I looked to where he had pressed his finger to the brick wall.

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"We were too fucked up to do the math for how much money we needed, so I tallied every guy I blew so that we could figure out our total. Buying drugs for six people is expensive and I didn't really have a good excuse for asking my parents for that amount of money."

Leaning over his shoulder, I was able to make out the faint white markings, counting them.

One… two… six… seven…

Eight?

"You blew eight men in one night?" I asked in disbelief.

"In less than twelve hours." He smirked. "My jaw was killing me afterward."

I felt like every time I got used to information about Wyatt's past he dropped another bombshell on me.

Eight? How many were their total then? How many guys from school? Had he really only had sex with two people?

"Is this where you had them stand?" I asked him, looking at the grimy side of an old garbage. It was the only place there seemed to be a blind spot.

Before I was able to overthink what I was doing, I pressed him to the wall of the building, kneeling back in front of him and determined to finish what I started.

"Wait." He said. "We're both stoned, I don't want you to regret this in the morning."

I ignored him, undoing the front of his jeans and taking his cock in my hand. Looking up into his eyes nervously, I took the tip of it in my mouth, trying to remember what I was supposed to do with my tongue.

Wyatt moaned quietly and I could feel his legs shaking.

Oddly it wasn't as hot as I expected it to be from the point of view I was currently in. If anything I had surprised myself at how boring it actually was. My goal had been to get him squirming and right now all that had really changed was that he was breathing more heavily.

Should I try and take more of it? Was I going to gag myself if I did?

"It's been a long time." He whispered, hand resting on the back of my head. "You have really soft lips."

I understood what he meant now when he said his jaw had been sore. I had only been doing this for a few minutes and I already felt like mine was going to lock up on me. How would that look if I had to go to the ER? What if they couldn't fix it and I was just stuck with my mouth wide open for the rest of my life?

He had begun thrusting gently into my mouth, messing with the rhythm I had begun getting accustomed to and forcing me to stop. It was getting too uncomfortable.

"Sore?" He asked, letting go of my hair and touching a hand to my cheek.

"Yeah..." I admitted. "Sorry."

"Don't be. I loved it."

He zipped his pants as I brushed the dirt off of myself, wondering if I was starting to come down from the drugs. I felt off… disappointed with myself.

"Do you want to go back to the hotel?" I asked shamefully, putting my hands in my pocket.

"Sure." He smiled, wiping droll from my chin and taking my hand in his. "You okay?"

I smiled.

"I'm alright."

Walking out of the alleyway and into the lighting of the city improved my mood a bit, leading me to the conclusion that maybe I still had a few hours of fun left.

"We need to go down this street, I can see our hotel from here."

He pulled me along, not paying much attention to my eyes focusing on the windows of the shops we had walked by.

"Can we make a stop?" I asked, halting him. "I want to do something."

He turned his lip into a sly grin as he looked at me, entranced at the sight of the neon signs that hung in the window.

"Kai, I love you, but I'm not getting matching tattoos."

"I want a piercing." I said, still drawn to the décor of the brightly lit tattoo shop. "Will you come with me?"

Smiling, he shrugged his shoulders.

"Yeah." He said. "I'll come with."