Unruled

No space for "wait"

"A beer for the very handsome, Nathan." I take the beer and smile at him. Brandon sits next to me and places his arm above me on the couch.

Something feels off about being this close with him but I push that feeling aside and when he brings his face to mine I take his lips on mine and caress his neck as his lips brushed softly against mine.

When the kiss breaks we both breath rapidly trying to catch our breath.

He stands up and puts his hand out for me to grab. And I know exactly what that means. I take his hand and we walk up the stairs of the cabin and in to a dark polished room.

Brandon gets on his knees and loosens my pants. I groan at the rough feeling of my pants caressing my hard cock as they slid down to my feet.

I lean on the table with my both my hands gripping hard in the edge. Brandon grabs my cock with such force that I almost kick his fucking face. I nearly growl at him but instantly ignore all of it when my cock reaches the warmth of his mouth.

His skilled tongue swirls around the tip so smoothly I could burst five minutes through.

He grips my balls and massages them then his finger and goes farther in to my ass. He licks his fingers and shoved them in me while still sucking me.

"Fuck, Nathan you look sexy as hell. Picture perfect." He laughs but I shut him up by grabbing his hair and pulling his mouth back around my dick.

He turns me around and that's when I feel it. That odd feeling in my guts that's makes me nauseous.

I hear Brandon taking off his pants. The room suddenly turns boiling hot. Almost all my clothes are off and still the boiling feeling from my head to toes builds up more and more.

Brandon doesn't seem to notice and rubs his tip on my ass, testing me. Once he pulls in only a a bit my whole worlds shakes and spins. All the beer and croissants I had today rush up and out of me, going everywhere. On the table and on the polished floor.

"Holy shit!" Brandon yells. When he pulls out and stands away. His body was the only thing holding me up and once he moved away I crashed on the floor, my head nearly hitting the end of the table.

Brandon runs to me and holds my face up to his. "Jesus, Nathan. What the hell?" He helps me put my jeans on and lays me on the red velvet couch. "Are you okay? Should I take you to the hospital?" I shake my head. "No. No hospital, I'm fine I just got a little lightheaded. I'm fine." I try and stand up but fall back on the couch.

"Ca-can you bring me water? Please." I ask him. "Of course." He stands up and leaves me alone in the dark room with the rotting smell of my vomit.

I let everything go and tears rush down my cheeks and on to my hands. What the hell? Why can't I do this?!

Brandon comes in and hands me a cup with water. "Thank you." He nods and sits back next to me.

"I-if it was me-" I cut him off before he finished the sentence. "No...please no. It's not you. I just didn't feel well before coming here either way." He doesn't seem convinced but lets it go.

After what felt like eternity being in that room with Brandon, I go down stairs and see something I wasn't expecting to see in my life...