Two

“Can I just ask…” pausing, awkwardly he stepped out from behind the dressing screen, “…why do I need to wear it?”He saw no immediate response as he watched the other male, until eventually auburn eyes settled on him,

“I never said you had to wear anything, stop acting like your so fucking helpless.” he rolled his eyes and shifted to get up, “…I’m gonna go get a beer in the fridge…you want anyth-” he trailed off once he’d left the himself he just shook his head and looked down at the jeans that was a size too big, was there no particular reason for asking him to wear clothes that wasn’t revealing…afterall, when eyes never cease to wonder.

He could hear his heart beat loudly…it was rather high pitched though…like a beep. It was monitor…two more seconds and he registered it, his eyes opening as he tried to breath and sputtered up blood which fell back into his eyes.

“He’s choking, sit him up!” came the urgent shout which was so loud it made him jerk what he felt would be his head, swimming in pain, he closed his eyes again, he could see nothing. He coughed more and his throat tasted like cold, his body never existed…paralysis.

But he felt contact to his arm, moving him, many hands and then pin pricks…needles and chatter and noise and everything and oh my god…I just want to die…please.

“Your not too drunk…I like it.”

He was fucking me…I was leant over a surface which was brutally cold to my abdomen and he was behind me, banging at my ass to a rhythm and with a force that had me gasping and gripping at the flat counter. My hands sweating and my vision unclear, I was blinking a a lot and he was huffing.

He smacked my ass with a cold hand and he laughed and moaned…glad he was enjoying it…I was on fire myself, despite the cold, my skin reacting more to a foreign discomfort. Not that I hadn’t had sex with him before…but now as I felt about to throw up the bottle of vodka and many glasses of beer I had consumed, the constant forward swishing motion and the friction as he slid in and out, rubbing incredibly pleasurably against every bit of my insides.

I came…just there and at the same time I threw up over the other side of the counter and opened my eyes wide…bringing my senses somewhat around I tried to see behind me…he was still going…he never did stop until he was satisfied and happy.

Of course, when it was over, he left…and I fell to my bare ass and passed out.

“How the fuck can you do this to me!” he was yelling and the other male scrambled out of the large bed, another man to the gay love triangle lay flushed and a little confused as he watched the new comer who looked ready to kill, who had came bursting into the room at the noise of sex…the stench was rife too.

“What do you fucking care?”

The question…like everything else was obsolete since in any answer to statement was held no truth anyway.

“I do care.”

Gathering his naked self and managing a smirk, he brushed hair back from his highly attractive face,

“Oh right, well…then its probably just that I don’t care then.”

Something shattered.

Something snapped.

He placed kisses upon a sweet and warm forehead as he leaned over his lover, who had hair blown over his neck and wisps over his cheek, which he gently brushed away from his cheek.

There was never a moment like this that could be better, lying under a sun that wasn’t brutal and in grass that was soft and fresh, water near by in a lake that had little ducks and loitering birds about it.

His lover leaned up and caught his lips sweetly before smiling,

“Remember this.”

It sounded like a promise to his ears…something to cherish and remember…but it was not really.

It was like a threat.