Gay Chicken

2.

The guys in the circle started pairing up with their designated partners. Cheers mixed with groans as some people rejoiced and others grimaced. Alex let out a soft chuckle. The blond, Justin, spins an empty beer bottle to determine who will start. The chatter around Alex grew silent as he focused his full attention on the bottle, sucking in a breath when it landed on Chris.

"Relax bro," Chris grabbed both of Alex's shoulders, "Imma say no homo after so, it won't count."

Now, Alex has been telling himself no homo for years, and look where that has got him.

Thoughts of dead cats, fruit flies, and Alex's grandma filled his mind as he rubbed his hands together. The last thing Alex wanted to do was pop boner while Chris rubbed his hand lightly across the inside of Alex's thigh, brushing past his private before moving his hand.

"No homo though," Chris winked before proceeding to spin the bottle.

He fucking winked.

A shudder flew down his spine before Alex had time to cover it up. He quickly turned his head the opposite way convincing himself he saw his sister. She was no where to be found and he knew that.

The game continued to produce laughter and slurred words. After a few rounds, Reece sat back only watching. The dark skinned man kept complaining that the game 'felt too real'. His partner quit too. They decided it would be best to go back to the actual party, though Alex saw Reece follow his partner to the bathroom.

Not his business.

The challenge continued. Justin's partner leaned in to kiss him and Justin flinched pushing his partner away. Alex hates that he can't remember the boy's name. His body taking all of Alex's attention whenever he talks.

"Tucker! What the fuck?" Ah, there it is. Justin jumped back again while dramatically wiping his mouth even though their lips didn't touch.

"You flinched dude. Drink up." Tucker smirked and handed Justin a Hennessy bottle. He drank what he assumed could possible maybe be three shots. Give or take.  Justin winced as the liquor semi burned his chest. He suggested that Chis and Alex take turns playing to determine the winner of the night.

Chris locked eyes with Alex and grinned, "Go ahead. I won't bite," Chris leaned into Alex and grazed his tongue across the shell of Alex's ear before whispering, "unless you ask."

Fucking hell. Alex crumbled. Closing his eyes for a bit, Alex reveled in Chris's voice, low and breathy. He took in his intoxicating scent of cologne mixed with the alcohol on Chris's breath and fuck. He could grab Chris by that gorgeous gold chain and take him right here right now.

Alex snapped himself out of it before anyone could process that he was loosing his goddamn mind. The alcohol is the only logical reason he's acting this way seeing as he convinced the boys having liquor in his system was the only way he could play the game. Yeah, right.

Alex continued to focus on his breathing while trying not to get his gay panties in a twist. It was now his turn. He leaned in to Chris similar to how the athlete did him before grazing his lips softly down Chris's neck. Leaving wet open kissed on his jawline, Alex chuckle darkly. He kissed his way back up to Chris's ear before he whispered, "then fucking bite me."