The bet ~Byler~

five

Will.

Shit.

Holy fucking shit.

I woke up with my face squeezed between a crook of a neck. Mike' neck. The guy I met last night. I-l was naked...holy shit I was in bed with a guy.

"Oh my god." I whispered to myself, voice quivering as my breathing quickened, chest beating rapidly. I glanced around the room with my less stellar eye sight.

An unfamiliar ceiling greeted me, the smooth surface a dark green that was different from the pale Yellow walls in my own bedroom. The dark fan spun around, wobbling slightly with the labour, causing flashes of dark shadows across the room it filtered out the light trying to slip through the room. Posters of bands I never heard of that were taped to the walls, words was small to read. Across from the bed there was a desk what was covered in everything and anything. Clothes littered around the room, some hanging off the back of the desk chair, others across the bean bag what was opposite from the window. There was a line of clothes from the door to the edge of the bed, ending with a pair of Jeans draped across the foot of the bed.

My jeans.

"Oh my god." I repeated again, voice croaky as the arm around my stomach moved, the strong muscle wrapping tighter around my middle. "This-this can't be happening right-" a loud grown cut me off followed by incoherent, sleep-riddled mumbling. A hot breath fanned my temple, making me crinkle my nose at the stake sent mixed with alcohol and coffee.

I'm so fucked. And the worst part is that, I can't blame it on the alcohol because I didn't drink that much last night. If I remembered every detail correctly. I just chugged those three and a half, that's it... maybe one before that.

I had sex with a guy. A fucking guy that was the same gender as me!

And I liked it.

I closed my eyes and faced the guy in the bed with me, when I opened up my tight eyelids the first thing I saw were the pink lips that were slightly parted and blowing on my face, a slither of white teeth peaking bout from underneath. There was a dark stubble around the lips.

My line of sight moved upwards to a strong nose, which was slightly askew in the centre where it had likely been broken at least once before. The nose was situated between two smooth cheeks with rolled over defined cheekbones that caught shadows of the warm light. His arms pulls me closer, finger pressing into the flesh of my hip.

I probably should've pulled away from him, or leave before he wakes up...but l've never been held like this before. So I definitely wasn't going to pull away now.

As I fallen deeper into the crook of his neck, l inhaled his cologne and let out a long breath. He smelled really fucking good. Like cinnamon, and firewood. The smell of alcohol was in the mouth. Not him.

"Your awake?" Mike asked. Shit, he was already up.

"Um..yeah s-sorry." I said as I started to pull away leaving the embrace that I don't want to let go of, but he just pulled me back into his chest. Thankfully.

"Hey, it's fine, okay? I don't care." He smiled down at me. That's when I decided to just enjoy this moment while it lasts. I buried my face into his chest. You would too if you didn't feel loved for the longest time. I lost count. 8? 9? 10? Years I don't know anymore.

Maybe even my whole life at this point.

"We should get up before anyone releases that you have slept with a guy." Mike says after cuddling for a while. He pried my arms off of him immediately letting me miss the touch. He started collecting his things.

I grunted a bit before leaning up. Is it weird that I just wanted to stay there with him? I took a breath before getting up and-

"Fuck!" I cursed placing my hand on the middle of my bottom back. Mike looked at me worriedly and immediately wrapped his arms around me to see if I was okay.

"What's wrong? Did you hurt something?" He asked.

"Did I hurt something? Yeah, you hurt my ass." | hissed. "Why didn't you tell me it would hurt this bad?" I hissed in pain again as I tried to stand from the bed. Mike dragged me onto his so all my weight was on him, I didn't care. He did this now he has to take care of it.

He helped me get changed back into my clothes from last night.

"I'm pretty sure I did tell you." He laughed while shaking his head a bit. "So do you think you can walk down the stairs or do you want me to carry you?" A smirk appeared in his lips and I flipped him off.

"No, I can handle it, let's just go." I snapped limping into the door.

We headed downstairs -it took longer than it should have- and I could hear Jane and Emma talking and laughing in the living room.

I didn't want to see Emma.

"Shit, I'm sorry Mike but I have to go." I whispered so they couldn't hear me. Before could turn around I felt Mikes hand grabs my upper arm.

"Hey it's okay Emma is my best friend, she's cool." Shit. "And Jane and I are really good friends too." Mike said with a smile, I didn't want to tell him what happened between me and Emma because they're so close, l quickly made up an excuse.

"Y-yeah but everyone knows you're gay-"

"Bi." He interrupted but l ignored him.

"They'll probably think w-we hooked up or something."

We did. "If they see us together..b-because we aren't friends." I nervously laughed mentally hitting myself.

"Okay, I'll text you later." He said. Before I could ask him how he handed me my phone then walked off. I opened it up and saw his contact inside of it already.

I'm not going to lie but... maybe just maybe hooking up with him or being fuck buddies once in a while might be okay. Because that was the best sex I ever had.

Holy shit am I gay?

Pfft, nah I can't be gay, I just like sex up the ass.

Mike.

I walked into the living room. Jane and Emma were talking about...I don't even know nor do l care.

"So Mike, how'd it go with you and Will. You guys went upstairs and never came back down. We just saw him leave." Jane said. Emma frowned after just hearing a l could have possibly just slept with Will.

"You slept with my ex-boyfriend? That's low dude." Emma scoffed pretending to act 'big'.

"Oh shush, I doing this for you and you know that. I'm going to make him fall in love with me within three weeks and then break his heart as he did to you and other girls he 'dated." I sigh.

"Ooo then you could blackmail him. Saying 'you'll out him if he doesn't get back together with me!' Easy." Emma squealed. I just looked at her blankly.

Is she fucking serious right now?

"Emma, that's way too far. We're just doing what he did to you and others. Using his sexuality against him is so fucking low. If he's not ready to show that side of him then he's not ready. You can't just use that against him so he can get back with you. That's unfair. Why would you even want someone who isn't into you and treats you like a piece of trash?" I spoke with a harsh tone.

"Because Mike, you don't get it. He's my dream guy." She said smiling. Is she fucking stupid?

"Whatever, we're not blackmailing him about that. Or anything. End of story." I said then my mind went back to last night. He was clingy, it was kinda cute to see him so vulnerable like that...it kinda made me feel that I wanna protect him. I couldn't. The plan, I needed to stick to the plan. "Is he always so...clingy?" I asked and Emma just stared at me blankly then let out a laugh. Hysterical laugh.

"Clingy? HAHAHAHA. You're funny. Will' is the complete opposite of clingy. Every time after sex when I wanted to cuddle he would just shrug me off and go on his phone. I didn't care though." Emma said as her laughing dived down.

"Oh." I whispered. "Weird."