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I7I - Date

"Ok, Rog. Deep breaths." Brian said calmly as I sat in his car next to him breathing heavily as we were outside of the restaurant my date was going to take place.

"Brian, how do I talk to a man???"

Brian snickers, "You're talking to me right now."

"It's not funny! That's not what I mean."

"Then what do you mean?"

I unbuckle my seat belt and turn my body a bit to the right so I'm facing Brian in the driver's seat. "How do I flirt with one?"

He stares at me, as I stare at him back, probably making awkward tension. But I didn't care.. I wanted him to take me seriously.

"Uh-"

Brian blinks a few times and faces forward. "How would I know?"

I sigh and turn back as well and lean my head back. "I can't do this.." I say ad my eyes focus on a little toddler waddling out of the restaurant, holding her mother's hand.

"It's worth a try, Roger. Now go get him, tiger." Brian said unlocking the doors to his car.

I show Brian a fake sarcastic smile as I get out of his car and close the door. As soon as I closed it, Brian drove away rather quickly. I turn torwards the car and flip it off jokingly. Brian beeped the horn and I watched his car disappear around the corner. Once I turn away, I see the mother on the restaurant's sidewalk covwring her kid's eyes, glaring at me. I smile awkwardly and avoid eye contact the rest of the time I was out there.

I walk up to the entrance of the restaurant with sass in my step as what Bri has said to do. I'm nervous as hell. This is going to be so awkward. I can't even believe he said yes.

"Hey, buddy!" I hear a voice say. I turn around to see the one and only author boy walking up to the entrance. He had a collar shirt with a denim jacket over it, along with some shorts. He looks so cute today, I have to admit. Act casual.

" 'Ello, Luke." I greet awkwardly. We both quickly hug each other. "How have you been?" He questions.

"I've been pretty good. You?" I pull away and grin.

"Wonderful! And I was even better when you asked me to go to this.. totally didn't just wanna sit around this whole day."

We both laugh and finally decide to go inside. A nice waitress led us to a table and we sat down.

"Can I start you off with a couple drinks?" Her thick British accent spoke. I thought for a moment, would I look weird ordering anything but water?

"I'll just get some water, please." I order, looking up at her with my fingers on my chin.

"Same here," Luke grinned at me while speaking, which scared me but also invested me more. Damn... he's pro at speaking to men. He'll have to teach me his skills.

We talked for a while, ordered food, and started eating after it arrived simply just talking about our lives and what made us want to pursue our careers. Luke mainly talked about how when he was a lot younger he would always write stories and most of all writing about public figures and their life. Definetly connects to today.

Luke suddenly changed the conversation to something I didn't plan on him to ever ask me, "Are you into any of your bandmates?"
I chuckle as I think of it as a joke then
I push my head back defensively. "What? No, of course not!"

Why the hell would he have ever thought that? Yes, me and my bandmates are close but that's because we're all just best friends living of the year 1976, no big deal.

Luke only laughed, "Rog, you're so funny! I was only joking."

I take a moment to comprehend that it was only a joke he was speaking and not some well-versed question that will probably stay in my mind for a while. I fakely laugh along with him.

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We finally had finished up our meals and after that Luke asked me to come to his house just to hang out and talk more, and of course I shyly agreed.

After he drove to his small house we got inside.

I'm greeted with a couch and a tv to my left and straight ahead a kitchen that was all tattered up.

"Sorry. I cleaned up at least, but this is what I live in for a person who's books don't get sold."

I turn around to Luke and smiled sorryfully. It makes me feel kind of bad for him, imagine not making money for something you love to work for.

"It's not a big deal, Luke. I wasn't expecting The Ritz or anything.."

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We both sit on the old couch watching the tv, about three feet apart. I tried listening to the quiet tv, leaning forward a bit but I still could barley hear what it was saying.

"So, Roger.."

I felt the warmth of a hand reach to my leg and I shivered at the sudden touch. I snap my head to see Luke inching closer to me.

"Y-yes?"

"You are the most attractive man I have ever met.. maybe we can turn this night into something more." Instead of having this cute and warming smile, his face turned droopy into a what looked to me a seductive look. Was I sure this was the same Luke?

My mind wanders after he says that. Is he talking about sex? I don't think I'm prepared for gay sex. Oh God, what do I do?

"Um.. what were you thinking of doing?" I inquire in the quietest non-Roger voice ever. I didn't even say it trying to be seductive or anything. Luke smirked but it was different, his whole personality changed into something scary.

"A game."

Luke's hand started rubbing up and down my thigh, as it was getting quite close to my crotch. I felt uncomfortable the whole time he was doing this. C'mon Roger, you're gay. You need to get used to this.

"Wanna play?" Luke questioned, moving his face closer to mine. I moved my head back. I felt ears warm up as the temperature of the room somehow get warmer and I started to get nervous. Something wasn't right with this whole picture.

Don't be a wuss... say yes.

Just say yes it's your first time doing this with a male..

"Luke, no thanks. I'm not really comfortable." I mumble, scooting back a bit, avoiding eye contact with the older man.

Great job, Roger. You blew your chance.

"What?"

I would assume he would have heard what I said, because the whole house was silent except just faint words you could barley hear, coming from the tv.

"I'm not comfortable." I repeat, now looking at him in the eyes with a serious look. Suddenly, Luke pulled my hips back to him as his mouth was next to my neck.

"What the fuck? Get off of me!"

"C'mon Rog.. you know you want to." His voice was deep and it almost cut like swords. It was coming straight out of a horror movie.

"I don't! Can you not touch me, asshole?" I yell.

Luke pushed me off the couch and I hit my head on his coffee table, which made me yelp in pain, holding the back of my head, only to make it sting worse. At this point I was shaking because I realized Luke had this kind of strength that he could probably strangle me at any moment. Do I have a choice at all?

Luke stood on top of me, grabbed my shirt, and croaked, "You're going to let me fuck you and you're going to like it. I don't want you telling anyone about this or you'll regret it. Got it?"

I didn't say or do anything, I was shaking so much. I was like a deer in the headlights. Once again, I'm a baby deer. I'm a baby deer in one scenario I couldn't even imagine.

What do I do? What can I do?