Frat Boy
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
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1,732
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Category:
Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,732
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Frat Boy
You wake up with your best friend curled up against your chest, legs strangely tangled together. Your arm around his shoulders, holding him close, skin warm wherever it touches his. You freak. You can’t fucking breath. You’re so scared Your stomach heaves. You’re moving too fast. The hangover from last night catching up with you right now. Your buddy is awake, pulling away from you too.
“Holy shit.” Somebody says. You don’t know if it’s you or him.
The words don’t even begin to describe how you’re feeling. Weird memories from the night before suddenly flying through your head, all too fast and fucked up. You end up falling off the edge of the bed in order to get away from them, to get away from the person you share them with.
His eyes look equally shocked and scared. You dress quickly. Pulling on your pants. Fuck your boxers and shirt, you can’t find them. You stumble to your feet and get the fuck out of there. You end up on your knees puking in the bushes outside the building. You feel dirty all over.
“Holy shit.” Somebody says. You don’t know if it’s you or him.
The words don’t even begin to describe how you’re feeling. Weird memories from the night before suddenly flying through your head, all too fast and fucked up. You end up falling off the edge of the bed in order to get away from them, to get away from the person you share them with.
His eyes look equally shocked and scared. You dress quickly. Pulling on your pants. Fuck your boxers and shirt, you can’t find them. You stumble to your feet and get the fuck out of there. You end up on your knees puking in the bushes outside the building. You feel dirty all over.