First time favor

1. You're Missing The Point

Fucking people, he thought as he literally escalated the stairs.
Can't they make out some place else, he asked himself. He wrinkled his nose, smelling some vodka on his sweater.

"Fuck." , he whispered. Which one of you fuckers did that, he glared at the busy teenagers sat on the staircase.

The alcohol he had drunk before was just starting to affect him, and it was after much difficulty that he finally got to a random door in the hallway upstairs. He turned the handle, already picturing himself sleeping in the bed.

Entering the room, he ignored the sexy music playing in the background and the three moving masses under the covers before slumping himself on the mattress.

"Ouch!" He heard a cry under him and jumped back on his feet, screaming and scared senseless.

Wordlessly, he watched the naked and sweaty bodies in horror.

"Ew! Get a room both of you!" His eyes widened as a third figure emerged from under the blankets.

"This is my room.", answered the only male on the bed, kind of annoyed he had been cockblocked on his own birthday party.
"Please get out Ten."

"Do you know him?", asked one of the two girls, an eyebrow raised.

"Yeah, it's kind of a long story really–"

He was cut off by his best friend, whose vodka was finally getting to his head, as the smaller male jumped in his arms.

"Johnny! How dare you?!" Half mumbling, half crying, Ten's words were hard to distinguish.

He motioned to the two girls to get up and get out, already feeling the boy hugging him was gonna be a handful.

"What are you talking about Tennie?" He sighed and stroked his friend's hair lazily.

"You're having a threesome!" He stopped patting his head to look at him, frowning.

"I was supposed to but you came in and stopped me from getting the suck of the century...", Johnny mumbled.

"With two people!"

"I mean, that's kind of the point–"

"How can you have sex two weeks before my birthday?"

"Uh?" Now Johnny was lost.

Ten got up and put both of his hands on the taller's shoulders, looking at him in the eye with a puffy face and a running nose.

"I'm turning eighteen in two weeks, Johnny, and I'm still a virgin!"

"Is this what this is all about?" Johnny rolled his eyes and tried to get out of his best friend's grip. But the latter only hugged him harder, his frail arms barely circling the taller entirely.
Giving up on trying to get up, he just let himself fall back onto his pillow and rolled his eyes back.
"You know having sex is not that important and there are tons of people out there who are still virgins at 20!", he reasoned, trying to comfort Ten.

"Would you mind reminding me how old you were when you lost your virginity?", he asked Johnny sarcastically, knowing all too well the answer.

Silence fell on the room, if we forget the sounds of people vomiting in the distance drifting off from behind the door and the sloppy music still playing on loop.

"14 years old?", Johnny sheepishly, fighting an urge to smile at himself.

"You've been thrusting into all types of holes for four years now, and you're telling me it's no big deal?!", Ten cried out. He continued, more frustrated that time.
"How on earth did you possibly find someone to fuck your rusty looking ass back then? Am I that ugly?"

Probably frustrated by the latter, Ten got up and stood up in front of the bed.

"No, Tennie, you're–" Poor Johnny was cut off again by the drunk male and sighed, questioning why again he was trying to comfort him instead of having sex.

"Of course not! My mom just told me this morning I looked pretty! And you said my ass looked great in skinny jeans..."

He sat back on the edge of the bed, silent, thinking, making Johnny frown in anticipation. Playing with the hem of his shirt, he didn't look up and ask with a small and slurred voice:

"Can't you find me someone to have sex with?"