Down on the Farm (mxm)

Five

Levi

My stomach was all in knots as I watched Porter leave with that slut. I mean she was all over him on the dancefloor, but it didn't seem like he cared. Once he left I drank more alcohol until Jeremy gently took the glass from my hand. He was then carefully taking me to his truck, Wyatt lifting me into the vehicle.

My head was pounding, my hands were sweating and my stomach hurt. It'd actually been awhile since I got drunk and this feeling was exactly why. I hated how seeing Porter with that girl made me so upset. I'm pretty sure I annoyed him, since he always seemed to be heavily sighing or staring at me blankly. Why the fuck was I even here? If I wanted to feel like a piece of shit I would've stayed in New York with my mother.

The rocking of the truck was making my stomach feel queasy again as I rested my head onto the seat. When I heard laughter I looked up to see Wyatt and Jeremy smiling between each other. At least someone was having a good night. I wish I would've just stayed at the farmhouse instead of going to that shitty club.

The next thing I knew I was waking up in my bed, a blanket wrapped securely around me. Wyatt was also sleeping next to me, looking pretty peaceful. He must've carried me in when I passed out in the truck. Whoops. With a yawn I ran a hand over my face before carefully getting out of bed. After relieving myself in the bathroom I slowly came out, stopping when I heard voices in the hallway.

"What do you mean?" It sounded like Jeremy.

I pressed my ear against the door to hear someone sigh. Porter's frustrated voice was then saying, "I've never had this problem before. She took me back to her place and... I couldn't get hard. She was even naked and touching herself and nothing! I think my dick is broken."

Jeremy made a noise before softly saying, "Maybe you just need a night off."

"I haven't been laid in weeks! I have been taking a night off."

"Well, maybe it's just Julie."

Porter sighed while saying, "I guess." My ear pressed harder against the door when there was suddenly silence. When I thought they left I suddenly heard, "But how was your night?"

"Good, I actually had fun."

"Awesome, I'm glad. Anyone get drunk?"

Jeremy softly laughed before saying, "Levi was the only one who drank. He passed out in my truck coming home, Wyatt brought him to bed. He wanted to make sure he got through the night alright so he stayed in there with him."

Someone was then yawning, which of course made me yawn. "Go to bed, you look tired. I'll see you in the morning, I'm just going to pop in and check on Levi before turning in."

My eyes widened as I quietly snuck back over to the bed, hitting my shin in the process. I swallowed my scream before sinking down onto the bed, pulling the blanket up around me. Wyatt groaned next to me right as the door ever so slowly opened. My heart was beating out of control as I tightly shut my eyes and forced myself to slow my breathing.

I heard footsteps slowly walk over towards the bed before seeming to stop in front of me. Fingers were then gently running through my hair, which actually felt really nice. I'd always loved when people touched or played with my hair. His fingers were then leaving my hair, but his footsteps didn't move and I could sense he was still in front of me.

After a few more silent moments he finally walked towards the door, before it gently closed it a moment later. Once he was gone my eyes opened as I flopped onto my back. My heart was still beating like crazy, knowing Porter had just touched me. Why was he even checking on me? Did he think I was poor with liquor? Little did he know that I actually wanted to get drunk. How the fuck was I supposed to fall asleep now?