Nick entered his bedroom again, after his second shower to remove the mess from his hair. He stood in his doorway and was rubbing a towel over his head, scruffing the hair up in an attempt to dry it. As he pulled the towel away and walked into his room, he threw it over his desk chair and turned to face the hole he had kicked in the wall.
"What the hell is wrong with me?" Nick questioned himself. "Why've I always gotta be like this…?"
Nick was prone to fits of rage. As a child he'd always be in fights at school, but as a teen he'd learnt to control his anger. It's just that his dick had become the victim of his assaults.
He sat down on the edge of his bed and realised how sore his genitals felt. "Sorry little buddy…" He looked down, before lying back on the bed. His knees over the edge and his feet were firmly on the ground. Nick looked up at the ceiling and sighed. "I need a girlfriend…"
His phone was sitting on his pillow and buzzing nonstop with messages. Nick turned his face to the left to look at it for a moment, before finally reaching his arm over to grab it. Nick was curious as to who would be texting him at this time.
01/16/2008 Sun 00:37
Asshole:
[Nick?]
[Nick.]
[Nick.]
[Nick.]
[Nick…]
[Dickhead!]
Me:
[Wat!?]
Asshole:
[U wake man?]
Me:
[…]
[No…]
Asshole:
[wish u were here.]
Me:
[Gee thanks…]
Asshole:
[I can't stop thinkin bout u.]
Me:
[hahaha funny.]
Asshole:
[serious… u r on my mind]
Me:
[Who is this?]
Asshole:
[Luke.]
Me:
[No it aint]
Asshole:
[Yeah it is.]
Me:
[I dunno who has Lukes phone…]
[just fuck off tho.]
He threw his phone back onto the pillow. The buzzing continued and Nick resorted to turning it off to stop the pranksters.
He decided to lay properly on his bed, laying long ways and pulling the covers over himself. He felt emotionally exhausted and needed sleep. Usually Nick would stay up until the early hours playing video games or watching 80's slasher films, but tonight he couldn't find the energy to (As Nick said…) "waste his life".
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Nick was awoken by the loud knocking downstairs. Someone was at his front door. He checked his phone thinking it was midday and his mum was back. But it was only 2:30 am. He'd only been asleep for two hours. He dragged his feet from his bed and shuffled down the stairs, moving slowly towards the door and peeking through the looking glass.
Nick was stunned by who he saw through, he had assumed it was a murderer finally coming to end him. "Why would a murderer knock, fuckwit?" Nick thought to himself.
He opened the door and straight away a highly intoxicated Luke stumbled into his house.
"NIIIIIICCCK!" He slurred. "Hey… hic—MAN!"
Nick was greeted with a loud burp as Luke began to make himself laugh. "You would not—beLIEVE! My night, Nick!"
"Shhh… asshole, keep it down", Nick shushed.
Luke just smiled lazily at him and began to head over to the staircase, struggling to place his foot on the first step.
"What are you doing here?" Nick asked, stunned by his unexpected visit. Especially at this time.
"Just thought since you weren't at my party. I'd bring it to you!" Luke pointed at Nick as he said the last word rather loud and high pitched.
"Shhh", Nick snapped.
Luke tilted his head in confusion. "Ya mum home?"
"No".
"Then what's the problem?"
"Nothing it's just… Nothing".
Luke smiled and after failing to place his foot on the first step, he turned and stumbled into the lounge room to his right. Falling face flat on Nick's couch.
Nick stood at the doorway and watched as Luke struggled to turn, eventually accomplishing it and managing to sit himself up.
"Got laid tonight", the brunette smiled.
Nick just stared blankly at him. He hated hearing Luke's "got lucky" stories. They happened so much to the point that Nick was convinced that
Luke was full off shit or
He was riddled with every STD under the sun.
"She was a barmaid. Said she'd give me a blow job behind back… but, I don't know what happened. I think I passed out halfway through…" He smiled. "I'll tell you what man. Them city girls know their shit".
Nick just folded his arms and leaned against the doorway as Luke stared off at the television. It was turned off but the man looked at it as if the greatest thing ever was playing. "Maybe it is in his head", Nick thought.
A moment of silence was mutual between them, before Luke had ruined it.
"You ever had sex?" Luke asked out of the blue.
Nick shifted his eyes awkwardly. "Yeah, course I have".
"I'm drunk, Nick", he chuckled. "I ain't gonna remember anythin' you tell me".
Nick's stomach turned. If he was going to ever admit something to Luke, now would be the best time. "Okay… No. I've never had sex".
Luke's eyes widened. "What!? Get the fuck outta here!"
Nick just stood, an embarrassed frown on his face.
"You've never done it", Luke asked unbelievably.
Nick just shook his head. "No, Luke. I am a fuckin' virgin loser… 'cause I've never done it".
Luke noticed that Nick seemed upset as he had said this, causing the older man to stand up and stumble slightly to him. "Hey, Nick. I didn't mean it like that… alright".
Nick looked into Luke's warm chocolate eyes. This was the first time Luke had seemed to actually express genuine sympathy. Too bad he had to be drunk to show it…
"I'm fine, Luke", Nick assured him. "I'm just tired… I really need to get some sleep so you should probably get"—
Nick was cut off as Luke's lips pressed roughly against his own. The kiss was deep, wet and extremely hot. Luke had his eyes closed in pure passion as he placed his hands on either side of Nick's waist. Nick had his eyes wide open, startled by what was happening. After a moment, Nick had melted into the kiss and hesitantly wrapped his arms around Luke's neck. He closed his eyes and began to feel his mouth being forced open by Luke's tongue. He moaned, enjoying the way Luke's tongue rolled over his own. He could feel Luke's lips curl into a smile around his mouth and the warm air from his chuckle. "You like that?" He asked huskily. Nick just opened his eyes slightly, as his head was leaning back to the wall panting softly in pleasure, and stared his blue eyes into Luke's. Luke grinned at his lack of answer, seeing the way he was making Nick feel was enough to excite him. He placed his lips against Nick's neck and began to plant soft nibbles and sucks down to his collarbone, Nick continued to moan as Luke ran his hand slowly down Nick's chest. "Oh… oh shit", Nick moaned in pleasure.
The hand was brushing its way down Nick's abdomen as Luke ran the tip of his tongue back up his neck and began to nibble gently on his earlobe.
"God… damn…" Nick gasped.
The hand had finally reached Nick's groin and the young man could feel his genitals being groped yearningly. He widened his eyes in realisation of what was occurring and suddenly Nick found himself wincing in shame away from Luke's touch, grabbing Luke's hand with his own and pulling it off harshly.
"Stop!" Nick snapped.
Luke looked at him, concerned. "What is it? Did I do somethin' wrong? …shit, I'm goin' to fast, aren't I?"
"No", Nick replied. "Just… I'm not gay".
"Okay", Luke smiled. "I'm not either". As he said this he moved his mouth back to the young man's neck to continue lustfully sucking and licking.
Nick pushed him away. "Luke! I'm serious!"
Luke seemed disappointed by the rejection. "So—ugh… You don't wanna do this?"
"Luke, you're drunk", Nick replied apologetically. "You don't want this either".
"Pull down your pants and I'll show you how much I want it…"
Nick widened his eyes. "What…?"
"I said pull down your pants…"
Luke's face had darkened as he stared threateningly at Nick.
Nick felt vulnerable to his best friend… in his own home…
He was afraid what would happen if he didn't obey.
He began to lower his hands to the brim of his pants.
Luke just stared hungrily.