WARNING
These are real people who know of me writing this book and don't care. They are not gay IRL, but if this comes down then its simply because they asked me to stop.
WARNING
This story involves boy and boy inter courses, meaning it is very gay...
"Nolan" a faraway voice called, shaking me. "Yeahyoulikethat.. YoulikethatMylie?" I murmur, still partly in dreamland. "Ew, dude what the fuck?" The voice says, clearer then before as the rip my pillow out from under my head and smack me with it. I jolt awake, groaning as I fall out if bed onto the ground. I peer up at my attacker, rubbing my head. Evan, my best friend of 8 years, smirked down at me with a pillow between his fingers. "Wha' time is it?" I groan. "3:45 in the morning exactly half an hour until go time, get your ass up and get ready for hockey practice.." He says. "Or would you rather to back with Mylie?~" he purrs and I blush, throwing a spare pillow at him as I get up. "How'd you even get in my house? Did mom and dad let you in?" I ask. "No,I picked the locks duh" he says sarcastically. "Makes sense" I say. "Damn, my head hurts. How much did I drink last night?" I ask as I grab a brush and fix my blonde hair to my liking. "A lot." Evan says. "You got any Axe on you?" He asks as he searches my bedside table. "No no no, Evan don't go in-" I plea as he goes to open the second drawer. "-that..one. Fuck" "Jesus Christ how many condoms does a guy need?" He laughs as he throws a box of condoms at me. I blush and out the box back in its place and close the drawer. I open the top one and grab my Axe, giving it to him. "I'm surprised you don't have an STD yet, god damn" he jokes and I shove him away. "Says you! Mister 'condoms are retarded'. Now let's go before we miss practice" I say. He snickers and follows me down the stairs. I grab my hockey bag from beside the door. "Bye mom, Bye dad, I'm off to hockey practice!" I yell, even though I know the household is asleep. Evan starts up his car, the black Lamborghini roaring to life as XXXTENTACION blasted. I turned it down a bit and buckled in. He left the driveway and began down the road towards the arena. I check myself in the mirror one more time as we pull up after a ten minute drive, would have been 20 if not for Evans speeding, and look at Evan. "I look good right? Cause Mylies-" I say. Evan rolls his eyes as he parks. "You look sexy as ever bro. Don't worry" he says. "No homo?" I laugh. "No homo" he says, bumping my fist as we jump out of the car and walk into the ice arena. "Nolan!~" Mylies perky voice squealed as she ran up to me, heels clicking as she engulfed me in a hug. "Hey babe" I yawn, kissing her as we walk into the change rooms. "I'll see you after practice kay?" "OK! Love love!~" she purrs and we blow eachother a kiss as the door closes. Evan fake retches as he starts changing. "What? Jealous you don't have that?" I tease "No. Glad." He scoffs."she's to happy all the time." "Well so are you. Why are you suddenly so grouchy, you were perfectly fine this morning before you found out Mylie was gonna be here. If you ask me, its almost like you're jea-" I say with a teasing smirk. "I'm not jealous" Evan spits. "I just don't like your girlfriend, she's annoying" "OK. OK. Chill." I say. "Let's go" I say as the coach calls out go the team, getting everyone out onto the ice for practice. Evan does not talk to me to the rest of the game.
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