Locker Room Judgement

Chapter 5

   The Party's Aftermath:

   We arrived some place in the forest so it must be his place.. I think? He tries to help me out of the truck but I shooed him away. "Rye I got it, I'm fine!"

I Take one step out of the truck and I trip. Ryan catches me. "Why is your truck so fucking high up!?" I whine as he sets me safely to the ground. "I tried to help yo-" I glare at him and he stops talking. We walk to his front door and his brother opened up. Great more people get to see me look like trash.

He pulls me by the wrist again straight to his room, locking his door immediately. He looks up at me, he looks pretty mad but what else is new. Everybody's always mad at me about something. I'm sorta just standing there I feel fuzzy still and I he looks really hot right now. He rolls his eyes and pushes back on his bed.

"Mike you need to sleep because you're really gonna feel it in the morning." I scoff. Does he really think I can't handle my liquor? He always so self righteous. "I don't feel like sleeping." I cross my arms. "Yeah you say that now but you're gonna regret it when you are puking your guts out."

He's making me mad and he's doing it purposely. "Here put this on." He throws a T shirt at me. I place the T shirt on his bed and once again said no. He turns around and I might have made a mistake. He starts to come closer to me and I get backed up into a corner. 

"What did you just say?" I'm nervous now and a bit turned on by this but I know it's just the liquor talking. "I said no?" It came out in a squeak and he smirks satisfied. He looks at me up & down and he's so close that I can feel his warmth.

"Best friends kiss right, it's not weird if I-" I put no thought in it and I didn't have the energy to over rationalize this.

Fuck it! 

I grabbed him by the shirt and kissed him. I startled him a bit by the sudden action but he eased into it. It felt so right and It felt like home. What was strange though is why didn't he stop me? I'm drunk but why didn't he push me away.

Once we parted from the kiss. I look down blushing a bit, I peeked and saw him feel his lip with his thumb and smiled a bit.

He coughed awkwardly and acted like nothing happened. "Ok, change into the shirt and I'll be right back." I nod and he left.

I changed into his oversized Jersey which went down to my middle thigh. Curses for me having a female like structure... 

I can't sleep in jeans, I would seriously be up all night in discomfort. So I just took them off, the jerseys long enough so whatever. I decide to listen to Ryan for once and laid in bed placing the blankets over me. I soon crashed.

Ryan's P.O.V:

I left the room, I can't believe I just did that. I mean we just did that! Why the heck did I not pull away!? But it felt so beautiful and natural, I didn't want to pull away. But we are BEST friends and I have a girlfriend that I really like. I don't know, I'm so confused and it feels weird to me.

I feel my lips again. I can still feel where we touched and it gave me weird butterflies thinking about it. NO! I am not gay. This is stupid that I'm even thinking like this. I want this feeling to stop but at the same time, I want more. I go to the bathroom and splash some water on my face. I look in the mirror.

Come on Ryan, you're already a fuck up to your father and now you might be gay too? Focus Ryan. As much as you hate this idea, it's just how it's gonna have to be.

He's drunk and there's a chance he won't remember in the morning. Even if he remembers, I will deny the facts every time or Lie about it. I hate lying to him but it's for the best. 

I regain my posture and my confidence to go back to my room. I walk in and Michael's sleeping. Oh boy, Michael can't hold liquor well. Tomorrow should be fun.

It's 5 am:

I wake up to Michael shaking and feels clammy. I wake him up because I know why. His body wants to get rid of the alcohol. "Mikey, wake up." I quickly grab the garbage bin from under my desk and put it in front of Mike. 

He wakes up in a jolt and I catch the vomit quickly as it comes out. He holds the bin and I rub his back to comfort him. It gets all over him as he has no time to breathe, since the nausea won't go away.

I grab a unopened water bottle for him because I know what it's like to be dry when being sick.

I wipe his mouth with some tissues and he looks up at me with watery eyes. He hates being sick, he thinks it show weakness but I just believe it shows that he is human.

"It's okay Michael. Drink some water, it helps." he took some sips and laid back a little on me but I didn't mind at the moment. He's breathing heavy and he start to fall asleep from his body feeling drained. 

I grab the bin and gently set it on the floor and gently nudged him. "Mike, let's get you cleaned up." He nods and I help him to the bathroom. "He looked weak and I'm unsure if I should touch him, will he think i'm weird?

"Is it okay is I help shower you?" He peeked open his eyes a little but the lights too bright for him. "It's ok, I trust you." I nod and peeled my jersey off him and I try just to focus on helping him, because he trusts me.

He helps wiggle out of his undergarments and I ran a bath instead. I washed his hair and cleaned the sick off his body. He looks at me as im scrubbing shampoo in his hair. "I swear, if you get soap in my eye-" I laugh and forgot soap was on my hands and I touched my lips with it. "Eww, did you see what you just made me do!? I just ate soap for you!" He laughs and told me I deserved it.

He was starting to sober up and I let him borrow some of my clothes. "Uh, sorry about your jersey." He bites his nails nervously. "It's alright, it happens."