Coquettish Concupiscence

Friday: The Bathroom

Zach's POV:

It's finally Friday, my favorite day of the week, the day I get to let loose and just get fucked the hell up. Or at least that's how it usually is, or I should say how it should be, but for some reason today feels different, off. If I had to put a word to it, I'd say it felt ominous, like some shit is about to go down.

Maybe today is the day I get hit by a bus, or worse, kidnapped, and murdered by a bunch of horny, highschool, cheerleaders. 

I shiver at the thought. Well great, today is the day I die. Fan-fucking-tastic, I always wanted to die at the hands of women who have had half the football team in their mouths.

I don't think I've ever said this out loud, or even in my head, but I don't feel like partying. God that hurt my soul, but it's true. There is just something wrong about today.

Okay I'll admit, maybe I'm overreacting, for all I know this could be the best day of my life. I mean if I'm being honest, I can't exactly tell if the feeling is a good one or a bad feeling. It just feels weird and sometimes weird is good. Besides I'm a man, isn't it every guys dream to go out under a pile of sex crazed deviants?

Naw, those bitches are crazy. Fuck that shit, I'ma just stay home. There is no way I'm letting myself go out like that, straight men be crazy, it's a good thing I'm not one, well at least not fully. 

Then again, if I don't go what will everyone else think? I've never missed a party before and in a strange way, I feel sort of obligated to go. Like I'll be letting people down by not turning up.

Not to  mention I told my friends I'd be there. I can't just ditch them, that would be such a shit thing to do. Especially since some of them didn't want to go and I practically begged them to come.

I let out a sigh and begin to pace my room. It will be fine if I just go for a few hours right? I could show up, say hi to a few people, then head back. I stop pacing and think over my internal dilemma. I suppose it wouldn't hurt to go for an hour. I mean what the worst that could happen?

I could die. Whor-monal teenagers could rape and kill me.

Nope not doing it. I refuse to go out like that. Nope, nope, nope.

Suddenly a thought occurred to me and I stop dead. Wasn't Alec going to this party? Wait did he tell me he was? He's not really a fan of large gatherings, so maybe he's not. But what if I'm right and he is going. This could be my only chance to see him drunk. Mmm drunk Alec, I bet I could get him to-

Fuck it. Fuck me. Fuck me, right in the ass. I'm just gonna do it. I'm gonna go. This might be my only chance to see him drunk, and maybe take advantage of said drunkenness.

Don't you give me that look. I might be a bit better than Hunter, but that doesn't make me a good person. Also how dare you jump straight to conclusions, did you ever stop to think that maybe I just wanted to be close to him and cuddle?

No? Well good for you, you'd be half right. I do want to be near him and hold him protectively in my arms, but that comes after the other stuff. Oh Lord, the stuff I could do to him. A shiver runs down my spine at the thought and I almost let his name slip passed my lips. Someone help me, I'm a sinner and I like it.

Don't misinterpret me, I'm not creepy and I won't do anything if he tells me not to, there's no way I'd do something if he told me no. All I'm saying is that if he's drunk he might actually want me to try something, he might let me. Drunk people tend to be looser with their morals, besides isn't it better for me to take advantage then to have someone else do it? I mean who knows how far they'd take it. At least I can stop myself... Probably.