Hate Sex is So Hot

4 - Spin The Bottle

rlly short chapter im sorry ):

The previous night

I stumbled back inside, a little lost by myself. So many people were drunk and so many more people were huddled up in groups. Tyler gasped when he saw me.

"Babe!! Come on, we're playing soon the bottle!"

"Buy me a drink first." I slurred in reference to his "babe" comment, even though I'd done that plenty of times myself, and dropped myself into the circle.

"Where's the bottle, Bitch?!" Tyler voice cracked and I almost fell over laughing.

Mamrie placed a bottle in the middle of the circle. "Calm down!!" She said and I laughed more, getting teary eyed. Grace started spinning, and she got Korey. They had a quick peck.

"Ew." He said jokingly. Damn Korey, sass her.

The bottle kept going around. Everyone seemed to be having a good time. Hannah and Mamrie had the funniest kiss, because Mamrie literally had to grab her face. Soon it was turn though, and I smirked. "So, who will get to do the honors?" The bottle spun around, and it landed on exactly who you'd expect. Tyler.

"Oooooohhhh." Everyone said in unison, and Tyler blushed.

"Come here twink." I patted the little space that separated us.

"You're one to talk!" He said as he got closer. I leaned in to give him a kiss. It lasted a couple seconds. He smelled nice, and his lips were soft. It was nice, but I didn't really feel anything. Of course, drunk me didn't care. I winked at him.

The game continued for a while, and I ended up kissing Connor too. But soon we were just sitting down and talking. I laid my head on Tyler's shoulder as we talked. He ruffled my hair and I gasped, playfully scolding him.

The rest of the night was mostly a blur, both in my memories and in the experience. I was playfully kissing Tyler's neck, and holding all the cups he was drinking out of for him. We got a ride from one of his friends and I ended up coming back to his dorm with him. Korey, his roomate, had gone to get food with a few other people, so we were alone.

Surprisingly, he was the one that kissed me first. We started making out. We were two drunk gay boys, so you can guess what happened next.

Ok, so no actual sex happened. But blowjobs and handjobs and fingering all that kind of stuff happened, so it was basically sex.

Kirstin sighed and leaned back in the car. She yawned and looked at Scott.

"Why are you so upset?"

"I'm not gonna talk about it."

She pat his shoulder. "Come on Scotty, venting is good."

He stayed quiet for a couple more minutes, and she had assumed that he was done talking. But soon he spoke up.

"My friends were just pissing me off. I don't really wanna talk about it."

"Was it about Mitch?"

His grip on the wheel tightened. Kirstie just continued.

"Seriously? Oh my gosh, you guys are so obsessed with each other."

She blew at a piece of hair in front of her face as Scott attempted to ignore her for the ride home. He brought her to her room, and luckily her roomate wasn't a total bitch.

12 am: no mitch
1 am: no mitch
2 am: no mitch
3 am: no mitch

He gritted his teeth and threw a pillow across the room. It hit Mitch's mirror. The argument was still clear in his mind.

"That twink you hate is kinda cute."
"No he isn't"
"I bet I could fuck him."
"Just shut up."
"What are you? Jealous? Don't worry, he probably has that twink Tyler on his dick already. I bet they're gonna fuck tonight."

Why did that make him so mad? Was it at the thought of Mitch having sex and him not? That just didn't seem right. It didn't settle his mind. He lied on his back. Try to sleep, Scott. Don't let this idiot ruin your night.

He grabbed the bottle of alcohol he'd shoved in his bag and took a swig. Being drunk seemed way better than being sober right now.