Social Norms (Synacky)

Chapter Ten

That night, Brian dreamed about fucking Zacky.

He couldn’t say it was a bad dream, all passion and sweat and breathy moans. He woke up in the middle of the night hot and bothered and extremely horny. He wondered if Zacky really would call out his name like that if they did anything. He wondered if it really would feel that way, if Zacky’s nails would carve light paths down his back like that. Would Brian really have the ability to break Zacky down like that, to cause him to fall apart in his arms? Would it really be that tight and hot and the best sex he’d ever had before? He quite liked the idea, the more he thought about it…

Brian shook his head, trying desperately to clear his thoughts. He couldn’t think that way about Zacky, that just wasn’t natural. He threw the blankets off him, it was much too hot in the room, and stared at the ceiling, trying to ease his sexual frustration.

He was not going to get off thinking about Zacky.

Nope, nope, not happening. Brian turned on his side and thought about math, about riffs. He got on some clothes and slipped out of his room. The house was quiet. Everyone was asleep at three in the morning. He padded into the kitchen and got himself a glass of water. What was he going to do?

He didn’t want to stop teaching Zacky; just because he dreamed naughty things about him didn’t mean he had to stop speaking to him. He’d have to find another solution. Brian sipped at his water as he realized one thing he could do. He’d have to fuck a girl.

Brian needed to get laid.

~*~

Getting into a party wasn’t so hard. The Berrys always knew someone who was having a party, and the summer to them meant party every night. Brian had asked Jimmy to go with him, because he didn’t know the host of the party and he didn’t wanna stick out as a loner, and Jimmy happily obliged. Jimmy was a people person and he always loved parties. He’d go even if there wasn’t a single familiar face there, and by the end of the night they’d all know his name.

Brian and Jimmy arrived at the house that night. They’d only been given a street name but it wasn’t so hard to find out which house the party was taking place at. Some lightweight had already passed out in the front yard, and the whole place was thumping with the bass in the music.

“I’ll find you, later, okay?” Jimmy asked loudly over the music, and Brian nodded. Jimmy had so kindly offered to stay sober so he could drive back to Jimmy’s house where they’d stay the night. He was probably going to act drunk anyway, try to make out with a girl.

Brian weaved his way through the crowd of people, taking a beer that one guy, probably the party host, handed to him. He was on a mission, and began scouting the house for a girl he thought was good enough to fuck.

But as the night progressed, Brian drank more and more to try and trick his mind into thinking one of the girls here was attractive. If he was honest with himself, they all came off as slutty, or they were already making out with other guys. One girl draped herself over his arm, trying to be provocative as she asked if he wanted to go someplace quieter, but she was wearing enough makeup to be mistaken for a clown, and her eye had this weird twitch.

Brian pushed her away and slipped outside for some fresh air. Maybe this had been a bad idea. He didn’t have to reassure his straightness by hooking up with a random chick. He lay down next to the lightweight and stared up at the sky. There weren’t too many stars in Huntington Beach. Smog from Hollywood and LA and their own town floated up to the sky constantly, and always masked most of the stars from view, even if there weren’t any clouds out. But the moon was there, shaped like an egg and casting a silvery light over the house. His stomach churned from the amount of alcohol he had consumed.

He smiled at Jimmy as his best friend exited the house, calling out to him. Jimmy rolled his eyes and made his way over to Brian.

“Jimmy,” Brian whispered, “Jimmy, I have something important to tell you.”

Jimmy knelt down on the ground, humoring his drunk friend, and whispered back, “Yes? What is it?”

“I think I’m gay.” Brian replied, then hiccupped, “This is not good.”

Jimmy frowned, “Oh god, Brian, you didn’t fuck a guy, did you?”

“Um… I don’t think so… I’m pretty sure I didn’t.” Brian tried to recall the events from the party. Had he hooked up with a guy? No, he would’ve remembered something like that. “No, no I didn’t.”

Jimmy breathed a sigh of relief. “Good. Now let’s go home. I’m done here, all this booze is too tempting, and you’re shitfaced.”

Brian closed his eyes. “Nah, I just wanna sleep right here. With this lightweight.” He tapped the head of the guy next to him.

“Brian, get your ass up, we’re going home.” Jimmy sighed, grabbing Brian’s hand and hauling him to his feet. He helped Brian stagger to his car and put him in the passenger’s seat. “Buckle up.” He said as he started up the car. When Brian couldn’t manage that, Jimmy huffed and reached over to help him. “Time to go home.”

Brian stared out the window as Jimmy pulled away from the house. “It didn’t work.” He said at last.

“What didn’t work?” Jimmy stopped at a red light, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel.

“My plan. I was supposed to hook up with a girl today. But I failed. So I’m gay.” Brian let out a huff of frustration. “But I guess I’m gonna have to accept it.”

“That doesn’t make you gay.” Jimmy chuckled, “I don’t know where all this is coming from, but I’m guessing it’s the beer talking.”

“No, it’s true!” Brian cried, “I dreamed about fucking Zacky so I figured I’d have to hook up with a girl to make sure I wasn’t gay but I didn’t because they were all sluts and I didn’t think they were hot so that means I’m gay.”

Jimmy laughed. “Okay, Bri, whatever you say…”

Brian grumbled to himself and looked out the window again. “How am I gonna come out to my parents?” he whispered to himself, causing Jimmy to burst out into laughter.

“You’re funny, Bri.” He replied. “You’re real funny.”