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Chapter 26

"I have a date!" Phil said to Dan, who had just told him about his plans to meet with Louise.
"Oh yeah? What are you crazy kids up to tonight?" He joked.
"Just a local bar, nothing fancy. If I come home drunk, please take care of my sorry ass."
"I think your boyfriend can take care of your ass very well," Dan raised his eyebrows with a suggestive smirk.
"Oh, shut up, Dan, I'm definitely not ready for any of that," Phil rolled his eyes. "I've never even has sex with a dude. I wouldn't know what to do."
"Just shove your dick in his asshole, it's really that simple, Phil," Dan said, still joking.
"How do you know? What experience have you had?"
"Absolutely none," Dan said, laughing. "I have had experience with girls, though. Why I chose to tell you that, I don't know," he wondered aloud.
"Why're you asking me? Anyways, I better get going," Phil said, opening the door.
"Have fun," Dan smiled. Phil closed the door and Dan's fake grin dropped.

~•~

"What's with you and bars?" Phil asked George.
"I dunno. I like myself a good beer, and I guess I'd feel too out of place in some fancy restaurant."
"Yeah, I'd probably find some way to embarrass myself at some fancy place. At least if I do that here, everyone's too drunk to realize," Phil chuckled a little. George handed him a glass, and Phil took a large swig of it. A burning sensation snaked it's way down his throat, and he coughed a bit.
"You okay?" George asked, his face showing concern.
"I'm good, that's just not what I was expecting," Phil assured. He took another sip.

After a few drinks Phil saw his vision get blurry and everything seemed to slow down. His thoughts became hazed and fuzzy, riddled with the toxic alcohol. He held hands with George the whole time, though, keeping his swaying world slightly steady. Phil felt safe under his boyfriend's wing, it seemed he was sober.

They found themselves dancing and letting go in the bar with the other drunk patrons. It was true that George was completely sober the whole time, even when he took Phil by the hand and led him outside the bar to his car.

George drove the both of them back to his own house, leading the swaying Phil inside.
"What're we doing, babyyyy?" Phil slurred, obviously drunk by the shots he had taken.
"Oh, nothing," George spoke, a slight tease to his voice. All of a sudden, George pressed Phil up to the wall and kissed him, passionately. They only broke to breathe before kissing again. Phil didn't mind in his slackened train of thought, he didn't mind when George's hands wandered to his hips. He didn't mind when George unbuckled his belt. He didn't mind when George took off his clothes.

In his drunkened state of mind, Phil didn't mind at all.

~•~

Phil awoke, snapping upright, only to be greeted by a pounding headache. Though his memory was fuzzy, he remembered most of the previous night, he remembered getting fucked by George. In his sober state, he definitely minded, but he couldn't be mad at George. It's not like Phil had expressed any intention on holding off with sex, he had wholeheartedly allowed it, even if he was drunk.

When Phil found himself to be in his own room, he became confused. Who had brought him there? He couldn't recall anyone bringing him back home, that part of the night seemed to be blocked from his memory.

He spotted a glass of water and some painkillers on his bedside table and took them happily, not enjoying his hangover. Making his way to the living room with a yawn, he spotted Dan.
"Good morning," he said, waving a little.
"How do you feel?" Dan asked, looking up from his laptop to talk to his friend.
"Like shit. How'd I get back here last night?"
"George brought you around one in the morning. I was awake, of course. You were pretty drunk. He said you did shots at the bar they went to and you were so out of it that he brought you back. After that I just got you to bed and you passed out almost immediately," Dan explained.
"Thanks, mate. Anyways... something... else happened last night."
"Yeah?" Dan said, giving Phil more of his attention.
"He kinda... we... did it?" Phil said, trying to explain it without actually having to state what happened. Either way, Dan got it.
"He fucked you?"
"Yeah, basically," Phil chuckled awkwardly.
"Well that's a bitch move," Dan said, his mood changed.
"What do you mean? I never really said no."
"Because you were drunk. He got you drunk, then he shoved his dick into you. That's not okay, and on the first date, too. Sober you would've stopped him," Dan said, getting more infuriated the more he spoke about it.
"He didn't know that!"
"I think he full well knew what he was doing. He knew you would never agree to it sober, so he had you drink alcohol so you would do it," Dan tried to reason, but Phil defended his boyfriend.
"He did not! Maybe he had a few drinks and was just in the mood for it, I dunno! I know that he did not take advantage of me like that. I agreed."
"He intoxicated you, then he fucked you, he was sober! I saw him last night and he was completely sober!"
"Well, he's my boyfriend, and I believe him, because he loves me, okay? End of discussion," Phil said firmly, walking out of the room.

That stung Dan. That hurt.

I've known you much longer, I thought you would trust me more on this. You can be so oblivious sometimes, you always just want it to be the good outcome, and you'll do whatever it takes for it to come out that way. You don't want to even consider that your boyfriend basically raped you, so you take his side and leave me defenseless. I'm not even sure if he loves you, but I know that I do. But you don't know that, so why would you ever listen to me?

Eyyyyyyyyy
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