I am over whelmed with a bunch of confusing feelings and thoughts. But the one that I focus on is that Jake is drunk, I need to find his room and put him in bed.
So I ask,
"Jake, where is your room?"
"What? Wait! Do you wanna do you know like........ it? Cause like I don't think I'm ready and like will it hur-"
"No Jake I don't wanna have sex with you, right now. I'm gonna put you to sleep in your bed. Okay?"
"Oh yay! I get to show you my room!! Come on let's go!" He starts to get up, fails, falls, then gets up again and he puts his arm around my soldiers to steady himself. I put my arm around his back and we start to walk. Up the stairs and through a few hallways being sure I remember what turns we take so I don't get lost on the way out.
He finally stops outside of a room with the door cracked and walks through. The first thing I see is the mess of clothes on the floor and on his desk and in places that I'm kinda surprised how they even got there. He walks to his bed and sits down then stands up and takes off his jacket, well, he tries, it takes a lot of help from me. Then he sits on his bed again, and yet again gets up to take off his shirt to reveal a really smooth chest that is very chiseled. He sits down again and lays back. He gets up and pulls down his pants to reveal him in blue and white boxer briefs, I would have got hard if I weren't laughing so hard because he tries to step out of his pants but only ends up falling flat on his face. he doesn't even try to get up, he just lays there so I try to pick him up. With lots of work I manage to get him on his bed and take his jeans off of his body. I pull covers over him and I start to leave when he says,
"Thanks Peter, I really like you."
"You're welcome, I really like you too" I say and I leave. Hopefully he doesn't remember any of this tomorrow.
