UN LUCKY

Chapter 2: JULIAN

Julian knew  better. He wasn't some naive child playing carelessly  with matches. He was a grown assed man playing with fire and he had just gotten burned.

He was waking up with the taste of stale liquor on his breath. More alarming was  the buzz in his ass a sure fire sign of haven been riden deep and hard.

Unease and fear were  building up inside of  his chest. It took mere seconds for panic mode to switch on.  His brain grew fuzzy with  unasked questions that were gnawing away at the inside of his skull now.
Top of the list:
where was he at?and how in, Gods name had he gotten here?
Rewind...to back at the bar, except this time without so much Hennessey..or hot men...or weak mind...

Present...
He could try to erase this thru all eternity ,but the fact of the matter was that the past was  just that. No take backs, just consequences.

Loneliness was a bitter fruit to swallow.
He hadn't gone to the bar with the intentions of having his clothes end up in a pile on some strangers bedroom floor.  It had just...happened. It always just happens.

His first nail in the coffin had been to go to the bar alone in the first place.  If he had gone with friends they would have had eachothers backs. But alone means drinking to pacify the solitude.  And that opens the gate to his clothes magically falling off of his body.

He had never wanted things to play out this way. One misguided dream that seemed to be more of a torturous  nightmare . It repeated  over and over again. Endless.  Sifting through men while trying to find that one person who actually ,'got him'.
It seemed simple enough...
  all that he wanted was someone to spend his life with. 
Yet here he was again ,doing the nasty and no boyfriend to show for the end result.  Plus to add insult to injury , he had the bonus of ,one hell of a hangover.
Jule finally half turned  to get a good long look at the man . He saw a  face that didn't even register. As a matter of fact ,trying to think back ,he also remembered zero about the whole night.   'Damn! May have been worth remembering too'.
'Nameless guy', was sprawled out on his back . He resembled a rag doll that someone had played hard with and then tossed it aside .His muscled  arms and legs were entangled  in a scrambled up mess of  sheets .
The only source of light in the bedroom was a glow ,provided by the   streetlight from  the open window. But it was enough to see what he needed to know.
The breathtaking image that meet him comprised of skin a spiced mocha shade of black. Short dred locs coiled about his head.  Easy on the eyes, okay, he  just happened to be  cum dripping hot. The kind of handsome that , well...that made men break a life or death promise to themselves all over again.

Theres ultimately a thin line between a mistake and a dumb ass move. 
"Congradulations", He whispered to himself in a hucky voice laced with sarcasm. He was not in the least bit proud of his  victory of being the biggest fuck up of the free gay world.
Feeling defeated he let his liquid wondering gaze travel over Mr. Universes body.  Gym addicted  muscles on top of more muscles, Not surprising . But when  his vision came  into focus on his thick cock he paused. There were two kinds of men. The ones with a penis and the ones with a dick...this man had a DICK. Impressive and fully erect, like a well trained solder at attention and waiting for its command.
Julian considered  the possibilities . What if he were to satisfy the ball of heat that was beginning to swirl itself up into  the cradle of his groin? The prospects were mouth watering and tempting.  It would be so easy to do.  But then he  remembered that he was still pissed off at himself for being here in the first place.  He couldn't be rewarding his bad behavior .  He honestly felt like a child who had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar and needed to be punished. No kinkiness intended.
That being resolved he had only one choice . Kick his ass into gear and make a break for it.   That odviously would be the worse possible punishment  that he could inflict upon himself .  All of that chocolate cake and he had to go to his room without desert.
Julian slithered cautiously out of the bed with a bitter sigh .
He tip toed around in the spacious bedroom while grabbing up his discarded clothing.   The whole while he kept  his blood shot eyes trained on the naked sleeping man, who stirred, but remained in a drunken state of content.
 Now that he had made his decision the last thing that he wanted was a conversation laced with lies about calling each other later.  Silently cursed himself  and swore that this would definantly be the last time that he would be this careless. NO MORE BARS PERIOD!

The room smelled of dirty raw sex. A contradiction to the immaculate cleanliness surrounding him.
Now that Julian  was in an upright position a curse of sick slithered over his flesh, compelling him to bite back  the nausea  that was threatening to overtake his body.  He frowned at the bitter taste welling up into a pool at the back of his throat. What he needed to do was  Literally, not look back .
Once in the man's, 'magazine cover', living room Julian danced his way into his clothes. 
In his haste to ecsape ,a recliner that was way too close to the front door tripped him up. Landed him hard on all fours.
"Damn-it!" a grunt of pain cursed out of his mouth, as he scurried back upright.
By now frantic and in pain he threw himself the rest of the way out of the door.
 He barely got outside in time enough to  slump  into the wall and heave out the remains of everything that he had consumed that day. When he was finished he managed to dry heave himself into a full blown splitting headache.
It left him drained and a little shaky.

His jeep, for reasons that he could not phantom,  was parked a block away from the apartment. A whole new level of confusion tapped him on the shoulder. Had he driven there? Or had the stranger driven his car (which he was very protective over ) to this location?  So he either owed the guy a thank you or an ass kicking. 
And, what in fuck  sake was the  man's name!?
It wasn't until he was in his jeep weaving in out out of freeway traffic that a thought jolted him into full sober mode... He wasn't exactly sure what details had transpired between him and 'cute black guy' last night. Heart thumping against his rib cage  he asked himself the scariest granddaddy of them all questions.
"Did we use a condom?" It was actually a prayer more than a question.
'Amen'.