Break All the Rules (LGBT) ✅

Break All the Rules 5

Part 5

The precise way in how he ended up there escaped him but, somehow, Alex was dancing with Freddie's friends.

It wasn't uncommon for him to end the night with a completely different group to who he'd started out with when he knew so many people from societies, his course and freshers' week. He could easily go out alone and find lots of people he knew, even if it was only vaguely, which was one thing he loved about uni. And, sure, he was surprised to see Freddie but it was the happy kind and he grabbed him in a too friendly hug.

"How much have you had to drink?" Freddie asked, holding him at arm's length.

"A few vodka shots, cider," he shrugged, adding, "and a bottle of red."

"You finished a bottle of wine by yourself?"

There was something in Freddie's tone, Alex assumed it was pride and he grinned, "Yeah, necked it on the way here."

"Of course you did." He sighed, pulling him into his circle of friends. "You should stay here with us, we're all Med students so we can look after you when you take a turn for the worst."

Alex laughed, slapping him on the arm, "What are you talking about? I'm the best with alcohol, it doesn't affect me."

"I don't think you could stand without me supporting you."

"I'm tipsy," he insisted, "not drunk."

It looked like Freddie didn't believe him but he shrugged and gave up the argument, "Stay with me anyway."

Alex grinned, swaying a little unsteadily and catching himself on Freddie's chest, "You want me to stay."

Freddie stared at him, something unreadable in his eyes before he shook his head, "Whatever."

The time seemed to pass quick, as ever when he'd been drinking, and Alex broke it up between dancing and going to the bar. It was the club's student night which meant it was beyond rammed and Alex needed so much more alcohol to enjoy being shoved and elbowed in nearly every direction.

"I'm going to get a drink," he said, miming the gesture when Freddie didn't understand, "you want something?"

Freddie yelled something back at him, probably a rebuke, and Alex was glad the music was so loud he couldn't hear. As it was, Freddie had to follow him to a quieter part of the club to be heard and Alex would be lying if he said he didn't like Freddie's hand in his as he led him through the throng of people. It was warm, but soft, and their fingers were laced together.

"So," Alex said, when they reached the bar, "was that a yes to drinks?"

"It's a no." He said flatly. "At least one of us should be sober."

"Mate, I am sober!"

"Yeah, sure." He drawled, "We'll see if you're still saying that when you're vomiting in the toilets."

"I'm not going to vomit."

"Hmm."

Freddie was right to be sceptical. An hour or so later, the two of them were in the bathroom, locked inside a cubicle so they had an element of privacy, with Alex sitting on the floor with his too hot skin and Freddie standing to the side. He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed and watching Alex with an I-told-you-so expression.

"I'm not going to vomit." Alex said, for the umpteenth time, "I refuse to vomit tonight."

"You'll feel better if you get it out."

He shook his head, "No, I don't need to. I just feel sick 'cause I mixed my beer and liquor. Give me a few minutes and I'll be fine."

"You have a lot of experience with this?"