How do you guys feel about pet names? Like kitten, sweetcheeks, etc. Not too fond of them but they flow in easily, so yeah. If it's weird just tell me, ok? Ok.
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"I don't want to have sex with you." I breathed out, voice small.
"Why not, Luke?" He was whispering but the words seemed to have more of an affect on me than I'd like to admit.
"I have a boyfriend." My mouth blurted before my mind could register what was happening.
"That's hilarious. Like I haven't heard that one before. And next you're going to tell me it was dickface you were dancing with, right?"
I nodded my head slightly, not trusting my mouth to speak at the moment.
"Open your mouth, dammit!"
"Yes, alright? No need to raise your voice."
Why was he so angry over this? More importantly, why was I so angry over this?
"I hope you don't expect me to believe that bullshit when you don't even believe it yourself." He responded, body still in very close proximity with mine. I parted my lips as if to speak but he held his hand up as a signal for me not to. "I'm just trying to piece together why you practically let me get you off if you have a boyfriend."
"I did not let you get me off." I protested.
"It's not like you stopped me."
True.
"Sorry." It was a pitiful excuse for words, but it was the only thing I could think of as I response.
"I don't care, really. But I think I should leave before your 'boyfriend' sees us and gets the wrong idea."
Of course I knew he was lying about not caring and was calling me every derogatory name in the book ranging from egotistical asshole to cock sucking ass whipe, but I said nothing in response as he turned on his heel, making his way to the kitchen.
It was only when he was out of my of sight that I realized something:
I had a boner.
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The 'chug, chug, chug's!' of the party goers increased in volume as I uncomfortably made my way back to the living room. From my spot, all I could see were hands wrapped around the ankles of a male, but as I moved towards the center, I could make out Ash's curly hair flowing around his face as he swallowed the beer continuously. I was slowly becoming soft again, but everything seemed to go in reverse as I took in the honey haired boy's appearance, completely forgetting the altercation we had moments before; his green jacket was discarded on the ground, allowing his shirt to roll down enough where I could almost see his nipples. I paid special attention to his jeans which were cropped enough where I could see his thin ankles, rips in the legs; not to mention how amazing they made his thighs looked. (DO YOU GUYS KNOW THE JEANS IM TALKING ABOUT I WANNA FUCKING MURDER EVERYONE.)
I was too busy gawking at Ash to realize that he wasn't in his place anymore and I had been pushed into the middle of the circle. Everyone knows that unless you want to throw your legs in the air next, never ever stand in the middle of a keg circle.
"Oi, blondie! You ready?" Said the dark haired boy stood next to the beer, ready to hoist me up into the air. My head began to spin at the thought of me even consuming alcohol again, feeling that familiar burn as it went down my throat.
"Go Luke!" Calum, whose presence I haven't noticed until now, yelled.
"I could hit you right about now." I said to him.
