Last Night:An EarnPete Fanfic

2.That Same Night

Pete

I was sitting at the bar, downing my fifth shot of tequila. My head was starting to feel messy than it already was. I wasn't really someone who drinks. I was never a fan of alcohol but I guess tonight, I just had to indulge.

My heart ached. But more than feeling hurt. I felt stupid. I let that asshole Trek, trick me for the longest time! Hell! I should have known, the name was ominous itself.

Trek was my first serious relationship. Being a hard core geek like me, one would really find it hard to balance academic and romance that was why I content myself with casual hook ups back in when I was still studying. When I finally graduated and scored myself a regular job at one of Thailand's prestigious universities, I tried my luck in dating and met Trek.

He was one of the engineers hired for the renovation of the university where I worked. He was good looking and had shown interest in me and so we gave it a try. Before we knew it, we were together for a year. And then he cheated. The first time was a couple of months after our anniversary. The second was just a month ago and the third, well you knew when. All two occasions, I forgave him, because obviously, I was an idiot. But now, I came to my senses and it just won't do.

And besides, how shallow can he be? Cheating on me just because I refused to bottom? I chuckled bitterly!

"Asshole!"

"What did you say?" I must have been really drunk. I could hear voices talking to me and what a sexy voice that was. I shook my head and chugged my sixth shot.

"My ex boyfriend is a shitty asshole!" I dead panned. Just then, I heard someone chuckle beside me. I squinted my eyes to look at the man beside me. The strobe lights and the shots of tequila made it hard for me to make out anything from the silhouette of the man sitting beside me. But hell, this one's hot that I was sure. I smirked.

"What, like what you see!?!" I was sure the man who is now fronting me smiled, but my mind was already in bubbles and the lighting inside the bar wasn't really helping. So he wasn't just an apparition. I leaned my left hand at the counter for support and faced him.

"I could lie to you and say yes, but I'm not someone who lies. I hate liars. So no, I don't like what I'm seeing, you're bubbling..." I was half chuckling and snorting as I continued, "I don't know if it's even a word. And who knows maybe you too, are just a pigment of my imagination." I tried poking him for fun, but the man was quick to grab my forefinger. Woah. Big hand. You know what they say about guys with big hands. I chuckled with the thought.

"Are you making fun of me!?!" The man was still holding my hand. "Was I the one you called asshole earlier?"

I hiccupped. I furrowed my brows before I said, "Are you my ex boyfriend? Cause he was clearly the one I said it for." The man let go of my hand and laughed. He leaned his elbows on the bar counter then took his bottle of beer and drank from it.

"Ahh. Broken heart."

I smirked. "And a broken ego!"

I saw him gave me a side glance. "That, I can relate."

I looked at him still with a hazy eyes. I lost count of my tequila shots by the way so I can't be held responsible for what's about to come.

"Can you believe it! The asshole cheated on me, just because I refused to bottom! How crazy can he get? And that was after he said he loves me! Jerk!"

"So that was why you're on your death by tequila show tonight?"

"It may look like it, but I wasn't planning on killing myself just because of that jerk!"

Silence. I was resting my head on the counter already. Then the hazy guy talked.

"Why?"

I raised my throbbing head a little. What was my last statement again?

"What? Why won't I kill myself? Do you want me to kill myself?" I was half shouting. But nobody's paying attention because the music was blasting on the background.

"Hey, calm down. No killing. That's just wrong." He was holding both of his hands as if he was calming a tiger ready to attack. He laughed before he continued. "I was asking why you refused to bottom, that was."

Oh, so this guy knew the jargons. Could it be?

"Are you gay?" I asked instead. It was definitely the tequila.

The guy smirked. "Yes. And the best top."

I straightened up, a nanosecond of sobriety took over me before I was pulled back by my drunken stuppor and said, "Buddy, you sure haven't met me."

"Really, why don't we go up, book a room and find out who's the best top?"

I wasn't sure but I thought I saw lust on the stranger's eyes. I should know because instead of looking like it, I felt like it, down there. Now it wasn't just my upper head that was throbbing and it caused me to be insane because I said the words I didn't think I would ever say.

"Okay, I'll let you show me how."

The hazy guy looked confused. I smirked.

"Let's see what the fuss is about. Tonight, I'll let you top me."