the rich kid and the loner [boy×boy]

Chapter 13

Jay's pov

"Hello?"

"HEYYYYY!" the phone screamed in my eardrum, and I wasn't awake enough for that shit.

"Who the fuck is it?"

"Oh it's Nick!"

"Why are you calling me at three in the morning?"

"Oh, the assholes ditched me and I am way too drunk," he started giggling, "to find my way home alone," he started giggling again, "I said home alone.... Macaulay Culkin was so cute though."

"What are you even talking about? Where are you?"

"I don't know. There are lights around, oh they're soo prettyyyy."

"Focus! Where are you? Are you at a club or something?"

"OOOOHH my god. You are a genius. Yes, I'm at a club."

"Which club?" I sighed, "Hello?"

"What? Oh sorry, someone was shaking the ground."

"Right. Nick listen to me. I want you to tell me what club you are at."

"That new one. Are you shaking the ground?"

"No. Listen, I'm going to come get you, okay? You just stay wherever the fuck you are, okay?"

"Sure."

"Okay, I'm on my way."

Ten minutes later and he was sleeping on the pavement in front of a club.

I picked him up and put him in the car, hoping he hadn't frozen to death and started to drive him home, waking him up in the process.

I managed to drive him home before he could fall asleep again.

"Somehow, this is all too familiar to me. You know? Getting drunk,  sneaking in the house, going up those endless fucking stairs. I swear, this has happened before. Come on, only six more steps to go. You can do it Nick." I whispered,  holding onto his waist, trying to lead him up the stairs, without his parents hearing of course.

"It has happened before, but the ground wasn't moving that much last time. I swear." Suddenly he was holding on tighter, I almost couldn't breathe.

"Dude, let me go. Come on, three more steps, and then you can go to bed."

"Will you go to bed with me?" he lifted his head so that our noses were almost touching and looked at me innocently.

My eyes widened and my head started nodding on its own, "S-sure."

"Okay." he said going up the last couple of steps to his room and jumping on his bed.

I closed the door behind me and kneeled on the floor in front of his bed, catching his attention. "I should get going, you're alright,  right?"

"Noooo, you said you'd stay with me."

"No, I said I'd go to bed with you."

"Come on, please?" he looked at me with a pout on his face. There was no way he didn't know what he was doing to me. The little shit.

"Fine, I'll stay. I'm too tired to drive home anyway." I said,  climbing up the bed.

And the moment I did, he climbed on me. I grabbed his hips, feeling a smile form on my face, "What are you doing?"

"I'm horny."

I didn't have any time to respond, because he kissed me, pushing my head into the pillow.