Housemates with Benefits

Chapter 1

Dancing on the dim lights, I feel like the hottest chick in the town. Damn, I look expensive with my red velvet skimpy dress. I’m not a party popper but today would be one of those exceptions. I look back on my best friend whom dueling with his devil booze right now. He needs more, until he’s not on his wits anymore to think of puckers on his pockets.

The disco lights making a room for a glimpse to every person dancing on their own rhythm made everyone seems so free. The loud music mix with the laughters and some who went along with the lyric made the whole place so lively. This might be the reason why everyone loves to go into bars during the peak of the night. It’s to pour out all the frustrations and anxiety they cannot let out during the daytime. People thought this is the place where wild people goes, but it’s actually where do brave and lonely people resides.

  I am too drown by my thoughts that I haven’t felt so long the hands roaming on my waist up to my under boob. The person on my back is now grinding his masculinity to my back. After just a few seconds, wanting to check my friend I am slowly getting away from the person behind me to go back on our table now. “Sorry, but I’m not interested dude.” I spoke respectfully hoping  that the guy would hear me.

Instead of backing off, the guy even forcefully grind his to my back that I could even feel his steel rod aching to be pet. Unfortunately, I’m not good at petting. “Hey I said let me go,” trying to get off from his grip but he wraps his arms around my waist claiming me as his. If people would look at us, this position would unquestionably looks possessive.

“I won’t,” he huskily whispered behind my ear. Goosebumps. What I’m definitely feeling right now is goosebumps. “Keegan?”

We have been living with each other for enough, and I have known him for long years, that may it be to his morning voice, drunk voice or even when his voice when he’s aroused I had came to memorized it all too well. Despite of that, I am considering that we are gay for each other. We are platonic friends, soul mates of each other, nevertheless it doesn’t change the fact that we are just friends and being together romantically would never happen.

“Yes baby,” and for the nth time he nuzzles on my neck gripping my waist even harder. “What are you doing? Are you drunk? Let’s go have a seat. You better not shit on me,” I hissed that I’m careful enough not to be squeezed among the crowd with the big guy on my back, silently pleading to give way for us.

So I decided that instead of getting off from his hands, pulling him back to our table would be an easier task. “You can’t escape from me.” He added with his voice croaky but instead of thinking deeply about it, I castaway the thought and hardly able to pull him back in our table. “Come on move, you’re going to regret grinding your ass off surely the next day.”
As soon as we gotten from our seat, I asked the waiter for water and waited patiently for Keegan to fix himself. As expected, him being not able to do it properly, I straighten and sat beside him. Fixing his messy dark hair, I smoothly comb my fingers through his hair while wiping his cheeks with my right hand seemingly a dirt have been itching his face for too long.
 
His drowsy eyes darting to me solemnly seeping unspoken words, making my cheeks burn like it should not supposed to be. And just like how often I have wondered what it could be, it still made me nervous. The leap of my heart, sounding too loud to bear, the gaze that can’t take away from me making it too hard to breathe. And no, this isn’t attraction it’s a pure bliss of the alcohol. An effect of the dreary night, daze from the different color of the lights that is changing too fast, making my heart beat too haste. And I am just hoping that these moments won’t be remember by him and would only be kept for me. It aches but I can’t deny how it feels so nice.
 
And with the long silence stretching I am now thinking of what words should I tell to stop me from breathing too deeply with every seconds, but he said the words first, words I cannot comprehend.