A Night Without Gatsby

Chapter 15- Kick Back and Relax~

Gatsby sighed as he watched people stream in. People he had never seen. People he had never heard of. People he didn't care for. His heart burned with a tragic passion, one he knew he couldn't have...

Sam walked up next to Gatsby. "Nick Carraway has arrived. Shall I bring him here?" "... yes please... thank you, Samuel." Gatsby quietly spoke. Samuel left. He needed to relax. He needed to take this night, and just relax... Right. That would be as easy as men letting alcohol be prohibited.

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Nick wandered around aimlessly, music already blaring throughout the entire house. An amass of people were aimlessly walking around, talking and laughing. A drink was handed to him. "Here you are. From the man over there." The waiter left. "....." Nick looked at the drink. He went to take a sip when Sam came in and took the drink out of his hand.

"Never drink from what a stranger offers." Samuel led him upstairs. ".... What?" "You can get drugged and raped by.... Animals like that man." Samuel shuddered. Nick kept silent as he was taken to Gatsby's room.

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Gatsby gently took out two bottles of the finest wine he had. He gently poured the blood red liquid into two crystaline wine glasses. He looked towards the door when it was opened. Samuel and Nick walked in. "Thank you, Samuel. You're dismissed." Samuel left. Nick looked to Gatsby as he sat on the bed. "Sit down, old sport. Rest yourself."

Nick gently sat at the end of the bed, taking a sip from his wine. ".... I did as you asked."

Gatsby looked up to him. "What?"

"I invited the Buchanan's over..." Gatsby felt a pang go through his heart. He looked to him. "Hey... No more worrying. This is a night to relax and talk about anything. Okay?" Nick nodded hesitantly.

-Time Skip because I can-

Nick giggled as him and Gatsby finished the fifth bottle.

"Alright, alright, what is something you have never told anyone before? Your biggest secret.~" Gatsby sat comfortably as he waited for Nick to respond. Nick pondered. "...... The fact that I am gay." Gatsby looked at him. "You like guys?" Nick nodded.

Gatsby sat up. "And no one knows?" Nick shook his head. "Not even my family.... They'd be devastated if they found out..."

".... Strictly straight?" "...." Nick nodded softly, his gaze going low. He didn't dare look up at Gatsby. What would he think of him now? He'd probably hate his guts... let alone never look at him again. Tears started to pour out of Nick's eyes.

"....." Gatsby sat next to Nick amd gently held his hand. "Hey, old sport.... Don't let this get you down... Alright? Your family is miles away right now. They won't do anything to harm you... and as for me judging?" Gatsby shook his head and chuckled. "I can't say anything because I like both boys and girls. I'm a bisexual." Nick looked up at Gatsby and smiled softly.

"Thank you..." The two hugged. Gatsby jumped slightly when he felt something hard press against his side.

"Umm.... old sport?"

Nick looked up at him from the hug. "Hm?"

Gatsby softly blushed. "U-um.... You seem to have a...... problem." Nick looked down and flushed red with embarrassment.