Fighting This =LGBT= Sample

12 The Stumble

Groaning he came awake his head pounding and he didn't want to open his eyes but the slow spinning feeling made him force his lashes to flutter and his eyes open as he saw that he was sitting on a couch in the penthouse with a ice bucket that was empty on his lap.

He realized that he had heard voices which was what had woken him. Dane and Ace were in another room griping at each other. Stefan groaned and stood up a little shakily and decided he wanted a shower. No. He needed a shower. There was body glitter everywhere. Ugh.

Never again. Nope. Never.

Once he was stripped and under the hot spray of the shower which was some kind of new space age technology that sprayed him from like 10 different holes in the shower stall. It felt like the shower was massaging his aching body. It felt good. He washed himself while propping his body up with his hand on the shower wall.

Once he was done he felt a lot better and he turned everything off and made his way very carefully out of the shower stall and grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. He was still to messed up to give a flying rats ass weather or not the other guys saw his flat stomach and pale skin. He was not here to impress them. Why was he here? He didn't belong here...

Sighing he made his way down the hall and ran fingers through his still damp hair with drops of water still dripping from his skin. Glasses perched on the end of his nose so they didn't fog up.

"Come on you can't still be pissed at me." Ace's voice was quiet and that in of it self made him pause.

"Yes I can." Dane sounded just as pissed as before when he walked in on Stefan getting the lap dance. It was still night time... only a couple of hours had passed.

"So princess got sick huh? Figures. How pathetic." A low voice from behind him said and chuckled.

Stefan spun around and stumbled still drunk. He caught himself on the wall but his towel slipped and was about to fall but he grabbed it fast. It had come undone so he was literally standing there with the towel clutched in front of his manhood practically naked in front of Rage.

"Holy shit" he gasped as he tried to get his feet to work and his body and limbs to work with him to stand up straight. He blinked up pushing his glasses up his nose and caught Rage looking down. Right at his towel.

You have got to be kidding me! Stefan scowled and felt his inner anger boil up and his liquid courage still in mode-fuck shit up-. "Better not let the others see you look at me like that." He hissed at him.

Rage's eyes suddenly go wide and look up lightning quick to stare into Stefan's eyes. A mix of fear and confusion and shame and anger mixed in Rages gaze. "What the fuck did you say queer?"

Stefan found his feet and stood to his full height and ran a hand through his hair as he smirked at Rage with a knowing look. "You heard me." Stefan was being stupid. It was absolutely idiotic to provoke a man like this. "Wouldn't want everyone to see you look at me the way you just did. Your mask is slipping."

Suddenly he is pinned to the wall and there is a hand around his neck. Stefan gasped and felt fear and adrenaline coarse through his blood stream.

"You better keep your fucking mouth shut. Or I will shut it for you princess." Rage looked pissed but Stefan could also see the fear in his eyes.

Stefan felt pity for this man. He shook his head slightly noticing that the man wasn't choking him just keeping him pinned to the wall by his hand around his neck. "Aren't you tired of living like this..." Stefan hadn't meant to blurt out those words dripping in sympathy.