sex addicts [michael clifford]

25: christ is watching

by the time devon and michael arrived at the party there were already people passed out on the couches.

neither of them had been to a proper party in ages - in fact, the last party michael attended happened to be a birthday party for his best friend's dog. he had turned 91 in dog years, not that that's important anyway.

"holy shit, is that even legal?" michael shouted over the loud music, gesturing at a couple who were doing some odd things with whipped cream on the couch for the whole party to see.

"christ is watching!" devon yelled at them, making everyone in their general area turn to stare blankly at her, including the couple with the whipped cream.

as they approached the kitchen of the large upscale house, michael could sense the atmosphere change. it was more relaxed here - almost like the place to go for slow smooth sex.

not that he was thinking about that, right?

"hey guys!" a voice said excitedly, and michael and devon twisted around to find a cheery yet wasted luke skipping towards them.

devon stifled a laugh as the blonde boy swung a lazy arm over her shoulder. "hi luke."

"fancy seeing you here, isn't it?" he slurred, and michael reached out to steady him.

"how much have you had to drink tonight?" michael asked cautiously, raising one eyebrow in discretion.

luke scoffed, throwing his head back in laughter. "only, like, one or two. maybe twelve, but i lost track. hey look, it's that girl from my finance class!" he pointed towards a short girl with black hair, giggling while dancing with her friend. "hey, you! excuse me, you dance hot!"

and with that, he was off to try and grind on this poor innocent girl from his finance class.

"should we help him? he's going to do something he might regret tomorrow. like become a father," devon whispered, shaking her head at luke in disbelief.

"i think he's good. the kid has common sense."

"not when he's drunk, he doesn't."

as the two continued chatting about random topics that came to mind, michael made a point to continuously keep one arm wrapped around devon's waist protectively in case any certain rapists were on the prowl.

"i'm going to get bottled water. i'll make sure they're sealed shut before taking them," michael announced, detaching himself from devon. "oh, and stay right here. i'll be back in, like, five seconds." he placed a quick kiss to her temple and raced off.

and speaking of rapists, it's about time that one came along to ruin their otherwise uneventful night.

"devvy, did you come back for more?" a drunk voice asked, taking slow steps towards devon.

her eyes widened and her expression froze, too afraid to even turn around. "get the fuck away from me, calum," she warned, but the fear in her voice was evident which each wavering breath she took.

"come on, princess, why do you have to be that way?" he bowed his head down to her ear, and she could feel his alcoholic breath fanning her face. "besides, you did it better than any other girl i've ever met. what if i made you mine, so i could just have the pleasure of fucking you over and over and no one would question it? we'd be together forever, honey."

somehow, his words made her more uncomfortable than any other action he had previously done to her. the thought of him actually talking about the incident was unbelievable, and it only confirms her assumptions that he hadn't been drunk at all that night - he had remembered everything crystal clear.

"you're sick," devon snarled, finally turning around to look him in the eyes. "you're nothing but a coward. a poor excuse for existence. what the actual hell is wrong with you?"

calum just laughed quietly; a deep laugh that resembled nails on a chalkboard. "there's many things wrong with me, princess. i enjoy sex, and yet so do you. isn't that why we're perfect together?" his voice returned to the low murmur that she hated. "oh, i'm a poor excuse for existence? that's still much better than you ever were."

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wtf calum y u gotta be so rude

basically he has no respect for girls and just loves their bodies aka devon which is why he insulted her in that last paragraph ok does that all make sense or no

oh well

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