Our Dead Gay Love

3

"Kurt?"

Oh God help me, what the fuck am I supposed to say? Just play it cool, it's not like you saw his junk or anything, it's fine, we're cool, it's cool...

"Dude, what the hell are you doing? How'd you get here, it's raining like fucking hell out there!"

"Ehm, that's actually why I'm here, I went for a run and... Well, can't a guy just have a sleepover with his best bud every once in a while?"

God, that sounded sooo gay.

"I mean, we're technically sleeping over every time we sandwich a hot chick, but... I guess what I'm trying to say is... I could really use a few beers. You picking up what I'm throwing down?"

Ram smiles and rocks forward to stand up, but hesitates after a quick glance to his lap.

"Of course man, I just... I gotta..." Ram pauses for a second and glances at his bedroom door.

"Hold on a minute, I'm gonna go take a piss, alright?"

Kurt nods, prompting Ram to awkwardly roll of the bed and shuffle to the door. He glances back nervously before hurriedly rushing down the hall to the bathroom.

Fucking shit, I really hope he doesn't think I saw him...

Kurt glances behind him at the window and considers running home. He pushes himself to his knees and grabs for the windowsill, poking his head outside. He jumped back as a bright flash lit up the room, followed by a roaring crash of thunder. 

Well, there goes that idea.

He shuts the window to keep out any stray raindrops and bumps his head against the glass, staring outside tiredly.

He shouldn't have to deal with this sober.

With the intention of paying a little visit to Ram's parents' liquor cabinet, he stumbled to the door, immediately slipping on the wet floor and slamming his cheek into the ground.

"Ow, fucking bitch!"

The puddle of rainwater he slipped on mixes with his nose blood, creating spiraling patterns under his head. Kurt sits up and cups his face, looking for something to wipe up the blood with. Pushing himself next to the bed, he notices a box of tissues sitting on the edge.

That's a really weird place to keep tissues, why—

Oh.

Christ.

He apprehensively pulls one from the box and holds it to his face. Standing up, he realizes that he's soaked in rainwater and a bit of blood had dripped onto his jeans. He searches Ram's wardrobe for something dry to wear, picking out a shirt and some sweatpants. After stripping down, he realizes that his underwear is soaked too, and goes back into the drawer a second time. Rifling through the bottom drawer, he pulls out some socks to search deeper. He reaches to pull out another pair, before he realizes something strange about their shape. They were stretched around something, taking on a long, cylindrical shape. Curious, he grabbed at the exposed middle section of the mystery object and pulled a sock off of each end.

Fuck

Fuck

Oh God, I'm sooo going to fucking hell.