My gay fantasies

Off the charts ->Swaggersouls<- pt.1

It was tuesday, Eric already recorded what he needed and was stressed out of his mind. He immediately texted Grey, he knew that if anything he had at least some sort of drugs on him. For medical reasons of course.

Soon the two men where high off their asses, giggling at nothing, then bursting into laughter shortly after. They decided to have some fun.
Soon the two stoned idiots were sneaking into the misfits mansion with a suspiciously large bag.

Soon they were laughing loud and hard together, Eric holding onto his side trying catch his breath while the other was holding onto him for dear life. Once they calmed down, and laughed off most of their high, they looked each other in the eye, Grey with a very mischievous smirk on his face.

"What....what the fuck is that face for?" Eric looked at the man, as he got on one knee. This caught him by surprise, and he was sure he was red as hell at this point.

Eric smirked and raised an eyebrow.
"Off the goddamn charts, let's do it." He coughed, as the taller man squeezed him and lifted him off the ground, laughing.

"That's pretty gay, dude!"
"I know."

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Eric woke up, half expecting to be stripped down to his boxers floating in the pool on a blow up mattress. The naked part was right, but he was in bed, so that was good. He rubbed his eyes to de-fuckify his vision, when he felt something cold on his eyelid. He looked at his hand, his face grew warm and he tried to think about what happened last night. Then he laughed nervously.

"Yo...what the fuck? Who put this fucking ring on my finger?" He sat up squinting. Then he heard a shuffling from his bathroom. He looked at the door, reaching for anything that can remotely be used as a weapon, when the door opened. Grey walked out with a towel around his waist-his towel...from his bathroom-and smiled at Eric.
"What the fuck? Wh-what the FUCK?!" He sat up fully this time, pulling on his helmet, even though he's aware Grey has seen his face already. The basically naked man chuckled.

"Right. I had the same reaction when I woke up. Last night is still pretty blurry but..." He lifted his hand, and sure enough there was a nearly identical ring on his finger. Eric went quiet, processing everything.

"HOLY FUCK." He said with sudden realization. He was high last night, so he barely knew what happened. Yet with the man in front of him in nothing but a towel, he only assumed the worse.
"Relax, E. We didn't do anything, ok? You got real tired so i put you to bed."

He sighed with relief. But still, he married a man and didn't even know he did it. He doesn't even love in vegas.

"Off the charts, Eric." Marcus mused.

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