Rebel At Heart

Chapter 3: Done and Over With

I opened my eyes and groaned. I blinked and looked around the unfamiliar room. Someone shifted beside me. I turned my head and screamed. Blake shot up with a start.

"What? Who's there?!"

I scrambled out of the bed, his bed, fully clothed. He looked at me and flopped back down on his pillow.

"It's just you."

"Why am I here? What did you do to me?"

He rolled his eyes.

"You passed out at the party. I didn't know where you were staying so I brought you back here."

A question burned in the back of my mind. I was afraid to ask and even more afraid to get the response. He apparently already knew the question, answering it for me.

"No. We didn't have sex."

I sighed with relief and he rolled his eyes.

"You're brother came to the party just as I was leaving. He told me to send you to his place when you woke up."

I nodded.

"Where does his live?"

Blake pointed to a wall.

"He's two apartments down. He said he'd leave the apartment door open for you."

I hurried out of Blake's room and into the living room, sliding my shoes on before leaving. I walked down to Matt's apartment and knocked on his door. He didn't answer so I walked in. I went to the room I assumed was his bedroom and opened the door.

"What the fuck?!"

I walked in on a three-way between my brother and two kids from my classes. One was chained to the wall wearing a black leather speedo, ball gag inserted in his mouth. My brother was standing in front of him, leather whip in hand. The third was kneeling on the floor, magenta dildo shoved up his ass, sucking Matt's dick. They all turned towards me when I entered the room. Matt was the first to speak.

"Oh. Hey, Boston. Care to join?"

"No! What the hell is going on here?"

He whipped the man that was chained to the wall before he grabbed a blanket. He covered himself before I could see anything. He groaned. The third guy was still going to town.

"I believe this is called a three-way. It's when three people have..."

"I know what it is but are you gay?"

He nodded, pointing to the guy on the wall.

"Trenton and I have been dating for a little over a year now."

Trento smiled and looked back down at the scene behind the blanket. Matthew smirked at the two and looked back at me. Only then did I notice his full outfit. He was dressed as a lion tamer. Black leather stretched across his chest and met to form an 'M' on his chest. I shook my head and turned around.

"Blake told me you needed me. What's up?"

Matthew's groan startled me.

"Yesssssss. Don't stop, Castiel. Right there."

I heard him groan before a thud on the floor.

"Stay down there until I need you again. I'll finish your job once my sister leaves."

Shit. He was talking about jacking off. He wanted to wait until I was gone before he came. I didn't even want that sight in my head.

"Tell me what you needed me for before I'm late to class."

He didn't respond. I turned around cautiously to see him kneeling in front of Trenton. His head only needed to bob once before I left.

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Math was my last class of the day. I couldn't wait to go back to my dorm for peace and quiet. Matthew had missed the first class, obviously, and to top it off, I was forced to sit by Blake and his annoying questions again. I walked in and sat at my desk, taking out my notebook. Austin walked in and sat by me.

"Hey. I was wondering if you could do that again. I can never get it right myself."

I turned my head towards him.

"No. First of all, I was drunk. Second, I'm not some prostitute that offers to jack people off for the hell of it."

His face turned bright red and he hopped up.

"You said you're here anytime!"

I glared at him and he walked away. I smirked to myself. I glanced up and noticed the hottest fucking guy walking into class. I looked around, noticing the only empty seat was beside me. He spotted it too, making his way over to me.

"Hi. I'm Vic."

Oh god. He had the same name as the Pierce The Veil lead singer. He was now my top priority. I let my eyes run over his body. His messy black hair matched his personality. He was wearing ripped black jeans and a Disturbed t-shirt. They weren't my favorite band but knowing he listened to the same music turned me on.

"Boston."

He smiled at me, sitting.

"That's an unusual name."

"Vic is the name..."

"...of the lead singer from PTV. I know. They're one of the best bands to ever come around."

I was going to get used to this.