AI generated BL stories (bad grammar, very spicy)

AI generated BL - 🍋 - ep2

⚠ WARNING : HEAVY SMUT ⚠

"Dude, my parents are out of town for the week," Brad announced, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "We can do whatever we want!"

"Sweet!" Mike responded, fist-bumping Brad. "Let's throw a party!"

They both laughed, the sound echoing in the empty school hallway. Brad's house had become the de facto hangout spot since his folks took that overseas vacation. It was the kind of freedom most of their classmates could only dream of.

The plan was simple: grab some beers, invite a few friends, and enjoy a wild night of video games and junk food. But as the evening grew later, the number of guests dwindled. It was just the two of them, sitting on the couch in Brad's living room, the only sounds being the hum of the fridge and the occasional car passing by outside.

"Guess everyone else had better plans," Mike said, popping open another can of beer. "But you know what they say, the more the merrier."

Brad chuckled, taking a swig from his own can. "Or the fewer, the better." He leaned back, feeling the warm buzz of the alcohol spread through his body. They had been best friends since kindergarten, sharing everything from baseball games to awkward first kisses. Tonight was just another one of those nights where they could be themselves without fear of judgment.

The TV flickered with the latest sports highlights, but neither of them was really watching. Their eyes kept drifting to the bottles of liquor on the coffee table, a silent challenge between them.

"You ever tried whiskey?" Brad asked, his voice a little slurred.

"Nah, I'm more of a beer guy," Mike said. But the curiosity was there, and the liquid gold in the bottle looked inviting.

"Come on, just one shot," Brad urged. "It's not that bad."

Mike shrugged and took the bottle, tilting it back. The burn was surprising, but he liked it. It was a different kind of high, one that made him feel bold and reckless.

As the night progressed, the laughter grew louder and the shots more frequent. They talked about their hopes and fears, their dreams of college and beyond. And as the alcohol lowered their inhibitions, their conversation took a turn that neither of them had ever anticipated.

Brad leaned in closer to Mike, his gaze intense. "You know, you're pretty hot for a jock," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Mike's cheeks flushed, and he looked away, unsure of how to respond. "Thanks, I guess," he murmured, taking another sip of his beer.

The room grew quiet, the only sound the steady drip of condensation from their beer cans onto the coffee table. Then Brad's hand was on Mike's shoulder, his touch warm and heavy.

"What are you doing?" Mike asked, his voice cracking.

"Just... I don't know," Brad said, his own voice thick with confusion. "I just want to... to feel something different."

Before Mike could protest or pull away, Brad's hand slid around to the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. It was clumsy and wet, fueled by curiosity and liquid courage. Mike's mind raced, trying to make sense of what was happening, but his body responded instinctively, kissing back with a passion he hadn't known he had.

Their kiss grew more heated, tongues exploring and battling as they both grappled with the sudden shift in their friendship. Hands roamed over each other's bodies, exploring new territories. Mike felt Brad's hand slide down his chest, and before he knew it, his own hand was doing the same.

They broke apart, panting, staring into each other's eyes. In that moment, there was no judgment, no embarrassment, just a raw, animalistic need. They didn't speak, didn't need to. The unspoken understanding passed between them as they stood up, the tension in the room palpable.