Midnight. ☆ [boyxboy]

Alcohol.

It wasn't until my mom had come up after calling me down multiple times for dinner, that I had realized I fell asleep. I lay in my bed, my stomach still full from dinner and not an ounce of sleepiness was in my system. I glanced at the clock on my bedside table and the red numbers seemed to haunt me.

1:23 a.m

I flicked through the channels, over 1,000 channels, but nothing was on.

The images flickered by quickly on the screen. I stopped my channel surfing and went back a couple times to the previous channel.

My eyes trained on the TV, I watched as two men kissed and fondled each other, both of their muscular chests were exposed and some cheesy jazz music was playing in the background.

The brunette with short and curly hair let out a deep and low groan as the blonde man kissed along his throat. The two then engaged in a tongue in mouth kiss and I watched intently as the blonde started to undo his jeans, he was wearing nothing beneath the jeans. I could only tell because he didn't take off anything else, the camera had been held strategically so that you could only see his face, chest and stomach. The brunette slid to the end of the bed as the blonde took his spot in front of the eagerly waiting brunette. I bit into my lip and watched closely, my eyes following every move. I cursed in frustration, hoping the camera would give a full side view, or a frontal view. But the camera stayed trained slightly off behind the blonde man, so that just his ass was visible. I lowered my eyes to my steadily growing member and sighed. I had never been openly..labled as Homosexual. But, I'm assuming that most people knew. I had never been with a girl before or anyone for that matter. Which I thought was particularly sad, because most people my age were sexually active and experienced having had 4-8 ex's. But, my father would never approve of me liking men.

"Oh c'mon..." I said in frustration and I was about to turn down the volume when my phone buzzed.

I glanced at the lock screen, Chris was calling. I frowned in confusion and decided to answer.

"Hello?" I whispered into the phone, my eyes still on the men, who had know moved fully onto the bed and were now engaging in sex. But, the movie was just a tease because it showed nothing more than the face of the brunette all twisted in pleasure and the blondes ass which was moving back and forth.

"Hey. Can you come to the window?" Chris's voice was low too and static took over the line.

"My window? Why?" I hissed, peeling my covers back, getting up to go over to the window, I tugged back the curtains to look out but was caught off guard by a head that had popped up. My eyes widened and the face came into view, I reached over to press a random number on the remote to get the TV to change to a different channel.

I grabbed Chris and helped him to a standing position, he was slightly taller than me and so I had to look up at his face "Since when do you scale the sides of my house and climb through my window?" I said to him, still confused. I side stepped him and tugged my window down, leaving it cracked just a bit to let in the cool night air. I turned to face him as he spoke.

"Well. I was walking.. and I decided to drop by to see if you were okay" he said uneasily.

I glared at him and gave him a stern look "What's the real reason, you and I both know that was a lie."

He stared at me and sighed, glancing away, his lips going into a thin line. "I got into a fight with my parents. I needed somewhere to stay, so I came here"

I nodded and then started to feel sad for him "I'd turn on the light, but between the noise of you coming in through the window and our voices, I don't want my parents to come in or see the light. Its almost two in the morning, so I should be asleep.."

He smirked at me "But you aren't"

"So we should keep it down" I finished, narrowing my eyes at him as I out emphasis on the word "down".

"But of course!" he said in mock sarcasm

My eyes moved to something dark that was hanging on his shoulder "You brought your bag with you?"

"Yeah, spare change of clothes and some goodies!" he said excitedly and he sat his bag and phone on my bed "Can I change..?"

I nodded and motioned to my bathroom "Go right ahead"

He smiled and disappeared, shutting the door behind him.

I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, wearing a pink Floyd shirt that was two sizes too large, the shirt came to my knees, hiding my boxers, my hair was tousled and I sighed, trying to smooth down my hair. It was just Chris, your best guy friend, surely he wouldn't mind you looking so terribly hideous. I shook the thoughts away as he came out of the bathroom, wearing a wife beater and pajama sweats. The clothes he had walked over here in were folded neatly in his hands and he placed them inside his bag and I heard something clink, like glass against glass and he froze.

"What the hells that?" I whispered to him quietly and he didn't look up.

I went over and took a seat on the bed, my eyes glancing at the TV and then back.

"Well uh.. " he began slowly his eyes finally meeting mine, his hand tugged out a large glass bottle that was full to the brim with a clear liquid, printed across the middle of the bottle were the words; Vodka.

Below that in cursive was; Drink responsibly.

My eyes widened and I stared at the bottle in shock "Oh my god, Chris!" I exclaimed loudly.

"What happened to keeping it down?" He said with a sly smirk before continuing on "And relax.. We don't have to, I just brought it over because tommorrow is Saturday.. Why the hell not"

I suppose he was right and it might help me loosen up a bit and forget about things and by things I meant the vicious attack of Marcus, I sighed and lowered my eyes before looking Chris directly in the eyes.

"Let's get this party started"