𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 | 𝐁𝐗𝐁

ＴＷＥＮＴＹ ＯＮＥ

I've never been one to cross the line. 

During my stay with my family, I did not drive without permission, drink alcohol, fall or skip school. But now, sitting here with Matt, I don't know how long I've been drinking. After a while, I remember my head flying back, a sweet indifference enveloping my body before my eyes closed in blind sleep. It was my first time getting drunk, and as embarrassing as it was for a young college-aged man, it was. My first drunk date was with Matt.

I don't know how long I stayed like this. My arms were tied to my chest. I sat down and started to sleep. Maybe it was twenty minutes, maybe an hour. It didn't matter because I thought the guy sitting next to me was still watching the game. However, after a while, all the sounds in the room fell silent, leaving a deep silence. It looked like the other kids were still out there somewhere because it was quiet as hell.

I slowly raised my eyes for no reason. This was the first time I encountered Matt's dark gaze so closely. He imitated my movement, folded his arms across his chest, turned his head towards me, and looked at my face very closely. We felt as if our noses were about to hit each other. 

Interestingly enough, he was watching me sleep during a quiet moment after drinking all night and talking nonsense to my roommate. I must have been so tired of talking that we had never had a conversation like this before in all my life with him. But Matt didn't look tired at all. His eyes were bright, as dark as they could be, but definitely not as cruel as before. For some reason, I was struck by the thought that they must have felt gratitude or something like that.

Slowly, I dragged my head across the couch and lifted my face above his. "I'm going to bed," I said quietly, "Maybe you should go back to your own room, it looks like Byron will be out with the others for the night."

In fact, I wasn't even sure why he chose to be with me in a seedy hotel room instead of hanging out with his friends. Before going to bed, I stood up and called out to him, "Do you mind if I turn off the light?"

"No problem," he said in a barely audible voice, "I plan on drinking some more."

This guy must be as tough as a little piglet, Matt drank so much tonight he'd easily blow up if I decided to light a lighter within ten feet of him and I don't think he's still drunk. Or maybe he was. Because there was no other reason for him to watch me while I was sleeping. 

I turned off the light to plunge the room into complete darkness before dragging my shivering bare feet onto the bed. At dusk the night lights of Georgetown crept in, crawled under the large windows, illuminating the room a little and making it easier for me to find my bed. Thank goodness I didn't have to ask Matt for help because that would have been embarrassing.

The moment my head hit the pillow, I experienced tremendous dizziness and nausea. But I knew my school year would be ruined if I decided to throw up in front of Matt, so I turned away; He couldn't see me in the dark anyway. The only thing that could be heard was his heavy breathing and when I closed my eyes I heard him sending more whiskey into his stomach so I decided to fall asleep. 

I collapsed under the soft sheets and surrendered to a sweet sleep.

***

I thought it was morning. I just thought so because even though I had never been drunk before, whenever I decided to drink, I would wake up in the middle of the night for no reason. I was hoping maybe this time it would be different, but it wasn't. It was still pitch dark when I felt the sheets rustling slowly on my back and the bed collapsing with the weight of another body, I closed my eyes thinking I was dreaming.

That's when I was shocked when I felt myself being pulled into a warm embrace, my back pressed against a bare chest. Yes, I must really be dreaming. Or maybe it was because I still had bad dizziness.

But Matt's intoxicating arms wrapped around my torso felt so real. He pressed my body, which was warm in the sheets, against his slightly shivering chest, as if I was cold. When I felt a small hardness on my ass, one of his hands moved up and blew a hot breath onto the side of my neck, slowly mixing into the hair on the back of my neck. He was right behind my ear, his soft whiskey-soaked lips caressing the back of my ear. I must have just moaned because Matt's heavenly mouth hit the back of my neck ever so gently. The hairs on my entire body stood up.

"So damn beautiful..." he whispered without lifting his lips from my neck, when his hot breath hit my skin, I pressed my head into the pillows without even realizing it, "Your scent, it drives me crazy. I'm crazy about you..."

Heart palpitations I've never felt before. It was unlike anything I'd ever felt. It was a state of euphoria, a kind of hysteria, madness.

Let's pause for a moment. Let's see, I almost took him in my mouth before his girlfriend showed up, then I deepthroated him in the locker room, masturbated with him on a moving team bus, and gave him a kiss in the hallway of our house, but it's nothing compared to this. The warmth I feel now. The way our body slowly approaches someone in some sort of expectation. The thin layer of sweat gently forming on our warm skin under the sheets. Even though we haven't touched each other yet...

Matt must have been so drunk he thought I was asleep because he whispered that he was crazy about me. I mean, he wouldn't do that even a hundred years later. Nothing made sense. But logic was already out the door when my clothed back was pressed against his bare chest. I felt his divine mouth settle on the back of my neck again as his hand gently ruffled my hair. This time they crashed into my skin for a blatant kiss. One, two, three... He placed a series of moist kisses on my spine, under my hair, the tip of his tongue lightly grazed my skin, tasting it.

But he must have felt it. He must have noticed that with each kiss my body was twisting under the sheets like a goddamn vice.

Then something very shocking happened. Matt's steady hand on my stomach snaked under my shirt. I cursed as the rough skin of his palm let out a loud hiss when it touched my sensitive skin, but there was a burning fireball on my skin. My skin was on fire, his fingers slowly moving across my stomach, his hands following every line, every curve, hungry to explore.

"I've been thinking about this all week," he said softly, his hand digging into the waistband of my sweatpants as he placed another kiss on the back of my neck, "I've been walking around with my dick erect all week, because of you..."

Suddenly I was so hard that I felt a deep, hungry desire for him to wrap his moist palm around my dick. Matt has never touched me before. I sucked him off but he never put his hands on me. He didn't do it like he does now. I was very hungry. I gave a silent signal by lifting my hips slightly off the bed, nothing more than the entrance of Matt's hand. Actually, I wanted to get rid of all my clothes, I wanted to be naked like him, I was dying for our skin to touch.

"Take these off," he ordered from behind my ear, "All of them."

Are we really going to do this? 

Well, it's too late to think now. Matt's hand slid inside my sweatpants, wrapping around my hard shaft as I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it to the floor. I got back on the bed and moved closer to him until his hard, warm chest hit my back. At this point his hand in my sweatpants slowly wrapped around my dick, he slowly ran his fingers towards the head, hissing as he lubricated them with some precum leaking from inside. Almost a growl.

Now his fingers were as slippery as they could be, he wrapped his palm and stroked my dick once, from tip to base, as it felt like it was about to explode. It was almost my first time. So I moaned like I was about to cry, "Please don't stop, Matt, I'm begging you..."

But when he pulled his hand away, I froze in utter disappointment. I immediately realized that I missed the warmth of his touch. My body shook a few times and I felt like I was going crazy when he removed his hand from my sweatpants. 

But he did something, he wrapped both hands around the waistband of my sweatpants and slowly pulled the fabric down, exposing my ass. Wow. He chuckled lightly when he noticed I wasn't wearing underwear, hissing behind my ear as one palm rested on the right cheek of my ass.

As Matt began to gently knead my hips, a huge commotion broke out in the room. 

We were both lying naked, leaning against each other in the dark. We both froze when we noticed Byron entering the room.