As Told By Tuck & Axel

I Almost Piss Myself in a Bar

Chapter: I Almost Piss Myself in a Bar

Author: Axel Otto

A group of us were at a local dingy bar. It was a Friday night, we were just getting started. I was two beers deep, Tuck was one. One of our buddies from PSU was in town, and everything was going fine.

We were sitting in one of those booths, half-drunk beer glasses littered all over the table. Tuck and I were sitting on the ends of either side of the booth, so we were the designated beer-fetchers. Ryan, who was sitting next to me, nudged my shoulder.

"Go grab another round, will you?" I nodded and slid out of the booth to fulfill my duties.

"Your wish is our command," Tuck chimed in, sliding out of the booth as well. We made our way over to the some-what empty bar (it was around 7 and the bar was one of those old-hole-in-the-wall places) and took two seats, waiting to be served. Tuck had brought the last of his first beer with us. I watched him down it in one gulp. He licked his lips, then turned to face me.

"I'm cashing in tonight."

At first, I was confused. I guess it showed on my face, because Tuck leaned closer to me. "Your store credit. It's being used tonight."

I gaped at him. He was only one beer deep. He wasn't drunk, so I couldn't blame his sudden horniness on alcohol. He had just seen Maggie last weekend, so it's not like he was scavenging for intimacy.

The deep penetrating look Tuck was giving me made me nervous. So, I just nodded and said, "Okay." If I'm being honest, I never actually thought Tuck was going to cash in on the bullshit intimacy credit I gave him. I knew he was jealous about the Ryan thing, so I had to do something. So, I gave him a credit. I never thought he would actually use it.

Still looking at me, Tuck grabbed two beers from the bar. I stared back at him. He wasn't smiling, he was just looking at me. His face was blank and his lips were set into a line. I felt my stomach twist.

Shaking myself out of Tuck's trance, I grabbed the other two beers and hopped off the bar stool, following Tuck back towards our table.

We set down the drinks and slid back into the booth where Ryan and Sam were shooting shit. I looked anywhere but across from me, afraid of seeing that look on Tuck's face. It made me itch.

Ryan nudged me again after a couple of minutes. "Beer," he said. I nodded, then looked up at Tuck. He was already looking at me, his eyes staring so deep into mine that I had to look away. We stood up, both of us heading for the bar again.

Tuck's hand found my shoulder as soon as I sat down at the bar. Judging by the look he had been giving me, I figured his touch would be rigid. Cold. It wasn't. He let his fingers gently rub into the fabric of my t-shirt. It was comforting. So much so that I wasn't afraid to look at him anymore. I turned around and looked up at him. He hadn't bothered to take a seat, he just stood over mine.

Tuck was looking at me, yet again, with the same look. I felt myself shiver as I slowly turned back to the bar. Tucks fingers dug a little deeper into my skin. It felt nice.

We returned with the beers, but I couldn't care less about drinking right now. All I cared about was Tuck and why just one look was making my insides fall apart and my entire body shake. I was afraid of what he was doing, of what was going on in his head, but at the same time, I kinda liked it.

As we sat there, I was painfully hyper-aware of every inch of his body. The fingers of his right hand curled around his glass, his left hand resting on his upper thigh. His legs were spread wide, like usual, and if he moved to the left, his knee would brush mine. His right foot was tapping the tiled floor, and the sound that it made was the only thing I could concentrate on.

"Oaks, Otto, what has gotten in to you two? You guys look like you just got the news that your grandmother passed away!" They had caught on to the strange little bubble of just Tuck and I. I turned to them, chuckling awkwardly.

"I, uh, I just don't feel that well, I'm sorry guys."

Ryan patted my shoulder. Tuck's eyes burned holes in Ryan's hand. "Sorry kiddo. But we have a lot more drinking to do. So down a few more beers and rally."

Another 30 minutes passed of Tuck staring at me, me staring at my full glass, and Sam and Ryan completely ignoring the two members of their crew who had proved to be killjoys. The two of them had decided to meet up with some other friends at a different bar. When they asked if we were done being pussies and wanted to come, Tuck answered for us. "We're going home, sorry."

Ryan looked at me with raised eyebrows. I gave him a look that said, "don't worry about it" even though Tuck's tone was so frightening I felt myself pee a little. We all made our way out of the bar, Sam calling the two of them a cab. Tuck grabbed my shoulder again.

"I'll call one for us," he said to me. I nodded robotically. His touch was doing worse things to me than usual.

Sam and Ryan left before we did, leaving Tuck and I standing alone on the side of the road. He hadn't put his hand back on my shoulder after he called the cab. I felt cold.

The cab came. Tuck and I slid in the back. Our apartment was only a seven-minute drive from the bar. Tuck left distance between us. He left an entire seat between us. I felt like vomiting. I had no idea what was going on.

We got out of the cab, and Tuck paid. We trekked up to our apartment, and I could feel stomach acid rising in my throat. I was scared shitless. I wanted to see into Tuck's mind so badly. What the hell was going on?

I got my answer a few minutes later.

We both walked into the apartment and took off our shoes and coats. Then, Tuck looked at me, grabbed my hand, and pulled me towards his bedroom. My entire body was shaking. Tuck gripped my hand harder.

As soon as he shut the door, he turned towards me, took a deep breath, then shoved me against the wall and kissed me. Like really kissed me. Not one of those good-morning-Axel pecks. This was a hands gripping cheeks, crotch swelling, tongue-laden kiss. And I never wanted anything more.

For a while we kissed. And then clothes started coming off. And then we were naked. And then we were on the bed.

I'm an honest, blunt, douchebag. So when I say that I had imagined this moment over a hundred times, it's the truth.

Tuck's hands running down my body as he kissed me, Tuck's legs intertwining in mine, Tuck's fingers pulling at the hair on my head. It was all better than I had imagined it.

We didn't have sex, because I know that's the first thing you little perverts want to know. We just had fun.

We fell asleep in his bed, and that was that. When we woke up, everything was normal again. Tuck got up and went to the gym, I read the newspaper and had some eggs. When he got home, he saw me seated at the kitchen table so he joined me, taking a sip from his protein shake.

"So, how many times have you blown Ryan?" I wasn't surprised that he asked.

I shrugged, swallowing my food. "I don't know, maybe three, four times by now? Why?"

"Then you owe me four more pieces of your little store credit, don't you?" I bit back a smile. I could feel my cock twitch already.

"Yeah, I guess I do."

Tuck tried not to smirk. "Good. That's good."
He got up, and placed his cup in the sink. "And thanks, Ax. For everything."

I laughed a little bit. I knew Tuck was the kind of guy to thank someone for a blowjob. "Yeah, whatever," I told him. "Just use those credits wisely. Because that's all you get."

Tuck raised his eyebrows at me. "Oh yeah? Well we'll see about that."
He laughed and went to shower. I laughed too, then went to handle my early morning boner.