Devil's Eye

Chapter 9

5' 8"-5' 9"

Noah decided that there was no way he could continue sitting with Ethan without some beer support. That's why, before joining the guy, Morgan had bought not one, two, but three bottles of calming alcoholic elixir at the bar. Three portions should ease this tension. However, after paying the bill, Noah suddenly asked himself how sober Ethan would react to this arsenal. He probably wouldn't be happy about these bottles. Usually, people who don't drink alcohol, smoke, or, for example, don't eat meat do that sometimes. They blame people because they don't follow their role models. Of course, there are people who just worry about their health, animals, or ecology. The majority, though, worry only about themselves and have an unhealthy urge to emphasize their importance by voluntarily cutting off something. It was pissing Noah off. If you don't do something the majority does, it doesn't mean that you're somehow special. In reality, it should point out that you have your own values, interests, or priorities (underline what fits the best), which no one has to share with you.

Noah had nothing to worry about. Ethan didn't say anything; moreover, it seemed like he hadn't noticed all these bottles lining on the table. Instead, he was looking directly at Noah.

"While you were gone, I didn't have the pleasure to talk with Steve," Ethan said, "He joined himself," he explained, noticing Noah's surprise. Morgan sighed and took a sip of his beer before answering.

"Hope he didn't upset you."

"He didn't. But, I think, I've upset him," Thomson said, continuing to look at Noah unwinkingly. Did it mean that he was worried about whether it was going to affect Morgan later?

"You did the right thing," Noah nodded, "It's good to remind Steve that he's not the king of the world." 'Too bad I'm a chicken to put him in his place.' "May I ask you what he wanted?"

"Steve told me, with true knighthood, that I needed to stay away from you. When I told him that it's none of his business and I can decide myself who to talk to, he asked whether I'm okay and that half of the college's sure that you suck my dick."

Noah swallowed and took another sip. What's Steve's problem?

"And what did you say?" he mumbled huskily. Ethan shrugged his shoulders.

"I told him the truth."

"And...Well... Ugh... And what's the truth?"

Ethan remained calm as a sea.

"I'm only half-satisfied. Why are you the only one who apparently can suck dicks? Do I look like a person who can't do a proper blowjob? Or do I seem way too egoistic and can't satisfy my partner?"

It was hard to tell what threw Noah off his stride more: Ethan's words or his offended look during that moment. He froze for a second and burst into laughter. Under Ethan's frowny look, he was laughing for a couple of minutes straight, until his eyes started watering.

"God, Ethan, you're something else!" he said, after laughing, "I'm amazed!"

"Why are you amazed?"

"Your sense of humor!"

"But I'm not joking. Is blowjob such a big thing?"

"I have no idea!" Noah exclaimed, still shaking from laughter.

"Oh..." Ethan kind of froze for a second and then looked the other way. He carefully took his mask down and sipped his coke, suddenly becoming interested in what was going on on the stage.

'What's up with him?' Noah thought in surprise, and then he understood that he basically confessed that he was still a kissless virgin. Or, for example, that he was still not really experienced in sex, which also sounded ridiculous in the background of rumors around him. After feeling his face turn red, Noah finished his first bottle in a couple of gulps and opened the second one immediately. Why on Earth did he decide that three was going to be enough? It seemed now that even half of the whole bar wouldn't be enough for Morgan to calm down his beating heart.