Love Hurts (boyxboy)

Chapter 20: Naked Dilemma

Parker POV

Griffin's body was heavy on my smaller shoulders as I bared most of his weight in our walk back up to the house. He kept insisting that he was fine, but I cold tell that he was feeling the alcohol now that the adrenaline of his little stunt was gone. I was still upset about his skinny dip for that bimbo, but for now I had bigger issues.

"I think...I think I'm gonna be sick. I-" and that was all the warning I got before he began sprinting through the back door of the house.

I was stunned for a moment, not only from the the fact that he was about to start puking on the back porch, but also that he could move so quickly after having me practically carry his heavy ass up here. With a roll of my eyes, I took my time heading inside to search for my boyfriend.

It wasn't until now, this moment where Griffin was both out of sight and extremely intoxicated, that I felt the eyes on me. I had known there were stares. They had been there all night, but somehow I was able to ignore them or perhaps I hadn't even truly noticed consciously. Being here with Griffin, it was like a get out of jail free card. I could be anything with him, be anyone. It didn't matter who I had been before we were together, because now that I was with him...I groaned internally at how codependent I had already become on out relationship.

I needed him.

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Griffin POV

I'll spare you the details. It was awful. I was clinging to the toilet with my eyes squeezed shut as I swear everything save for my skeleton came out of my stomach. This is it. This is where I die.

"No." The word left my mouth as if instinctual. I had to look after Parker. I had to take care of him. He was my responsibility. "Fuck."

"Rough night?" A voice, one wrapped in a veil of concern but so obviously hiding something mischievous, came from the doorway. Theo.

"Ah, piss off," I grumbled as I flushed the toilet and struggled to my feet. Strong hands found my underarms and helped me up despite my attempts to swat him away.

"It's okay," he chuckled, "everybody goes a little overboard every now and then."

"I...this is a mistake." I leaned back against the sink. "Parker...oh fuck, where's Parker?" My fingers rubbed deeply against my temples as I tried to clear my head. Where had I last seen him? I was...in the pool? No, out of the pool. No...fuck.

"I don't think you've made any mistakes," Theo said, "yet." He almost whispered the last word as he tugged something off my waist.

It was really cold up here. I swear my dick is gonna - it took a few seconds but I finally realized he had snatched the only clothing I had on and now I was standing here butt ass naked.

"Dude, what the f-" my profanity was cut off by a mouth slanting over mine. This was strange. My teeth were automatically clenched shut, but my arms were stuck down by my sides as his mouth stayed there. I was too drunk to push him off, but-

There was a sound from the bedroom and my eyes snapped open to see someone. It was dark in the room, but they were small and trembling. Who - Parker.

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Parker POV

My body was frozen. He was there with - and they were - and -

I couldn't process it. My greatest nightmare, one I didn't even know existed in some realm of reality, was coming true. Everything was just stuck. That single moment that Griffin's eyes met mine was now my eternity.

Had I done something wrong? Had he finally grown bored with me? Was the act finally ending and this terrible charade I had fought so long not to believe was ending at last? Did Griffin not love me?

I wanted to run. Almost every single bit inside of me was screaming to run. Run out of the room, run out of the house, run out of the town, just run. The setting of my jaw and grinding of my teeth, though, they wanted to fight.

Running hadn't always been my answer. I'd stood up for myself my entire life until recently. The last several months it had just gotten so much easier to give in when the world put extra pressure on me. What happened to the guy who got his ass kicked because he antagonized the bullies? Where was the kid who stuck it to the principal and football coach when they got out of line? When did I become so openly afraid of the world?

It was Griffin. He made it okay for me to be afraid again - for me to swallow my pride and avoid fights. Griffin had made me open up.

This was the moment, the pivotal intersection of my life where I would choose the kind of person I was going to be: fight or flight.

The look in Griffin's eyes, the shock and worry mixed with the relief of having me within his line of sight again, made me want to believe there was nothing actually going on here. That didn't change the fact that someone else's mouth was on my boyfriend's.

My fists clenched at my sides. Fight or Flight?

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