Dear Diary,
I couldn't write you yesterday night because I was extremely drunk. That's right, I have a long story to tell you and you are probably not going to believe it.
I started to prepare my house since noon. I cooked some pasta and made some apple juice, my personal favorite. Ryder and Jake arrived at 5 o'clock. I welcomed both of them with a hug.
"Hey dudes!"
"I'm so ready for a guys' sleepover!" Ryder screamed and then he high-fived me. "I brought some booze and scotch" he admitted.
"Cool" I said, but I was a little concerned. The last time I drank was when I almost raped Kurt.
It seemed a rather ordinary sleepover. It was 7 o'clock. So far, we had played video games, we had eaten pizza and now Ryder was opening the first bottle of whisky. I shrugged. I tried not to look uncomfortable, so I looked at Jake, who replied at me with a warm smile. Then, he took a bottle of booze and drank from it.
"Fuck this, give me a drink" I demanded and grabbed the bottle and swallowed the liquid that burned my throat inside out. It felt good. I was feeling good myself. It only meant one thing… It was time for karaoke!
First, Ryder started to sing Honky Tonk Woman. He didn't remember most of the lyrics and then he started to feel dizzy and ran towards my bathroom (but crashed with the wall before getting in). We didn't see Ryder again that night.
"Which song do you want to sing?" Jake asked.
"I feel like singing A Thousand Years…"
"No, try another song. That song reminds me when Marley and I were a thing. I don't want to think about girls tonight."
"I never want to think about girls."
"True that" he giggled. "To make it worse, Kitty has been flirting with me the whole week. I don't know what to do. I can't stand it sometimes. But she's hot. Tina says I should give it a try. I would run the school if I fucked Kitty."
"What? Are you nuts? You can never take advice from a girl. They only think in themselves or in their friends. I'm a dude. And I think if you can't stand her, you don't like her. So make her stop the SHIT." I started to laugh.
"SHIT" I repeated and kept laughing, and started rolling on the floor. Jake sat on top of me.
"Blaine, stop it. I think the alcohol got into your brain too deep. Your laughter's lovely, though. But you might wake your parents up or something."
"What are you talking about? I feel great! Give me more!" I drank some whiskey and put my Beatles records. Then, I sat with Jake on my bed and started to talk about everything. I don't remember everything we talked about… I was terribly drunk, after all.
"I want to remember this tomorrow" said Jake and took out his phone. "Smile" he said and took a picture of both of us. "You look handsome there" he added.
I blushed and stretched my legs. It wasn't my imagination. Jake was flirting with me.
"Do you think Ryder died?" he asked.
"I don't know" I said. "But I've never felt more alive in my entire life."
I wrapped my arm around him and he gave me a big hug.
"I feel like I'm just starting to live" he said, to my amazement. "I see things with more clarity now. I don't know why I never paid attention to that beautiful smile you have, or those sweet puppy eyes or that…" he held my hand. "… That soft skin, delightful to touch."
I smiled and looked at him and started to get my face closer to his.
"I want to try something" he added. Try me, I thought. And he did.
He pressed his lips against mine. I closed my eyes and trapped his mouth in mine and started kissing me as if my life depended on that. Maybe tonight, it did. Then I ran my fingers through his hair, it felt like a sponge. I loved it and kept touching it while I pulled him closer, keeping him on top of me as I continued kissing his mouth and my hands reached his shirt.
I threw his shirt to the floor and my fingers explored his body while he ripped off my shirt. I really liked that shirt, but I wouldn't let that spoil the moment. I rubbed my body against his and felt the warmth coming from him. It was as if I belonged there with him and I realized it until that moment. He wrapped our bodies in a blanket, where we kept touching every muscle in ourselves and my mouth kissed his entire face. The bottle fell to the floor, but it wasn't the noisiest sound at the moment; Jake's hands reached my pants and unzipped them and he started to touch my penis, which made me moan loudly. I grabbed his ass and removed his shorts slowly as I enjoyed his flesh in my hands.
I never thought I was going to make love to Jake that night, while Abbey Road played in the background. I groaned when he penetrated me the first time and held my pillow as he kept moving inside of me and I enjoyed his sweaty weight on me. We kept moving as one until Jake began to feel sleepy.
"Blaine, I… need to sleep… You're beautiful."
He rested his head on my chest and closed his eyes. I stroke his hair softly and looked at the ceiling, as I listened to his snoozing sounds, until the sun entered through my window and dawn came.