Gay Chicken

1.

The room was dark aside from the flashing, colorful, beaming lights that raced across the walls. Loud music and conversations filled the area. There was an uneven ratio of sober to drunk college students, the intoxicated being in the lead. Almost everyone seem to be having a good time. Almost.

A boy with all black attire stood in the corner to himself with both of his hands pushed into the over-sized hoodie. His sister insisted he be social and although the tall male hated parties, he loved his sister. Thoughts of the comfort of his bed crossed his curly headed mind more times than he could keep up with. In the mist of his longing, he caught his sister in his peripheral laughing and giggling with a red solo cup in her hand. He fixed his posture as she made her way over.

"Honestly Alex, you could at least try to mingle," she pushed her hair behind her ear and motioned to the rest of the party, "there has got to be someone here you know."

Alex slides his hood off his head, "Its too loud. I can't hear you over the obnoxious sound of stupidity." Rolling his eyes, Alex pushed himself off the wall using his back knowing that his sister won't get off his case until she's satisfied. Its been that way since they were young. If its not Jessica's way, its not right.

"Fine," Alex threw his hands up in surrender and started walking around the party. A loud group of guys with no shirts and gold chains ducked off in a dim corner catches his attention a little fast for his liking. Curiosity quickly consumed his brain. There was about five guys, each one of them clutching a beer bottle.

The crowd of testosterone emitted a wave a laughter and a mantra of 'duuude' and 'no way'. Alex staggered over to the scene, staring at the group once he made it. A heavy silence wrapped around them. Preparing himself to speak, Alex swiftly let tongue his graze over his bottom lip.

"May we help you?", the guy asked. He was tall, lean but muscular and had fair skin. Most likely to be an athlete the way his abs were perfectly sculpted, but Alex tried not to pay too much attention to that.

"You guys seem to be enjoying yourselves," Alex rubbed the back of his neck "and I'm being held against my will to be here. Could I join?" He mentally facepalmed himself because good job trying not to sound like a creep Alex.

All the guys glanced at each other mumbling things Alex couldn't pick up on until the shortest of the bunch spoke up.

"Sure! Why not?" He grinned, and cocked an eyebrow, "If you can handle it." Alex hid the swooning pretty well if he says so himself. He observed the boy a little longer noticing his inviting character and playful eyes. "I'm Chris by the way", Chris pushed his short straight hair to the back exposing his forehead. Alex knees buckled at the sight but he pretended not to notice. The rest of the boys followed suit.

"I'm Justin" said a blond. His muscles weren't as prominent as the rest but nonetheless he was still good-looking.

"Reece" called yet another toned guy. What the fuck do they eat dammit. The dark tint of his skin went perfect with the gold chain hanging from his neck.

Two more boys introduced themselves but Alex couldn't bring himself to care. Eyes continuing to linger on chests, stomach and thighs instead of lips, Alex zoned out completely.

Chris clapped his hands, calling attention back to the activity, and snapping Alex's attention back to the matter at hand. As Alex entered the crowd of jocks, they explained the deal of the drinking game that was causing all of the ruckus.

From what Alex gathered, the rules of the game were simple. Each person will draw a number and if two people draw the same number, they then are deemed partners. The goal is to make said partner chicken out of the game. To do this, each person will commit non-hetero acts to each other and whoever backs out first is labeled the loser. Loser takes three shots.

Alex almost allowed himself to panic before he remembered that he too is a hetero male. At least tonight he is. This game should be fairly easy as long as-

"Look bro!" Chris shook Alex and hits him on the shoulder, "We got the same number."

Fuck.