What We Didn't Do

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I was wearing a tux....what the fuck?

I don't know how I got talked into it. I thought I'd convinced Alex that it was a shit idea and that I wasn't going.

Then it was friday and I was in a fucking tux.

The mirror was mocking me, I just knew it was mocking me. Fucking piece of shit.

Doorbell rings.

My date.

Date? Huh? No, new acquaintance who is merely accompanying me to my fuck of a brother's benefit thing for guys with ball cancer. Date? No, acquaintence who was going to save me from Corey Adams...

Corey - shit, when I found out he was going...fuck! The bastard would be there with some blonde beauty from Bondai. Or trying to get into my pants.

I was NOT gunna get cum stains on my rented tux...no way.

Although, if he's trying...it wasn't like I'd got any the past few -

Doorbell again.

I ran out the bedroom, pulled open the door and saw Alex looking pretty fine in his black tux. He had one of those shiny collars (ok I may be gay but fashion isn't my thing, ok? Dick is my thing).

"You look good in a tux," Alex smiled, little tints of pink coming to his cheeks. He was adorable.

"Not so bad yourself. Gimme a minute I need to get the tickets."

"Ok."

Crossed back into bedroom, pick up tickets, wander out with a sweep of my hair (I have long hair, did I mention that?)...(I say long, average-ly mid-length floppy type long).

We took a cab, kept it simple. Andy would have a limo for him and Jeannie...pathetic much? Well yeah, bless, pretention gets you everywhere right?

There were a whole bunch of people loitering outside. Fucking loiterers. Well they were smoking but still, staring off into space is not attractive.

My brother was waiting. Should have seen him with his clipped short hair and his pressed suit with its puffy black tie. Jeannie looked gorgeous of course in a full dress of dark purple. Andy liked to make sure he made an impression and all of his accesories (girlfriend included) had to be top of the range.

"You made it!" she squealed, attempting to run down the stairs to meet us.

Andy looked stern.

All disapproving, like.

Prick.

"Amazingly," I grumbled, lighting up.

"Oh you've been here two seconds," Jeannie snapped the light relief out of my mouth and scowled.

"And I hate it already."

"Don't worry, Rafe," Alex whispered. "We can be bored together."

I didn't want to mention that the boredom was only half of it...excruciating pain as Corey intro -

There he was, on the steps with his surfer Oh-Look-At-Me-Aren't-I-Just-The-Sexiest-Guy-Here hair and fucking Armani suit - although it may have been the Gucci one...no it was the Armani, the cuffs were turned up, his shining silver links just catching the outside lights. FUCK!

"He's not been here long," Jeannie said, following my gaze. "And he's alone."

"Who?" Alex frowned.

"No one."

"Only the one true love of - "

"Shut up now Jeannie. He's nothing to me, so don't go there."

I knew she'd tell my dear Alex all about it once the speeches and loud music began. How the bastard would run backwards and forwards with love and praise, screw me for a few weeks then run away to some other guy, mainly a golden boy who looked nothing like me.

Last-Resort-Rafe...that was me.

But fuck he looked good the cocksucker...

We went inside and took our places on a round table for twelve. I had a whiskey to keep myself going.

Jeannie ran off to the head table, her eyes blinded from the projector.

**

Alex was pleasant company I'd give him that. He talked to me, kept me company; actually made me laugh on a few occasions, giving me jokes about some shit or other.

Then, as the evening drew into that inevitable ending, when everyone gathers into groups to chat, Corey pulled me to one side -

"He's cute," he growled, eyes wide at the piece I'd broguth with me.

"Thanks."

"Name?"

"Like you care."

"Ouch, you're in a bad mood." He pulled back to look at me, blue eyes bright.

Bastard.

"I'm fine."

"Listen," Corey's face was by my ear. "You wanna go outside for a minute, y'know, while you're friend is otherwise occupied?"

Alex was chatting to Jeannie and some other woman I didn't know.

"Not for shit, Corey. I've had it with you, trust me. You wanna fuck me, tough shit."

Jees, I had more balls than originally thought.

Corey was taken aback too, "Your loss, Rafe. Call me if you're desperate."

Ok, so my cock did jump as he licked my ear through this dialogue, but wouldn't yours?

He wandered off into the throng of the evening, his blonde hair bobbing around. I sighed and went over to Alex, touching him briefly on the shoulder, "I need a piss, I'll be right back."

He nodded smiling.

He had a nice smile, bright and friendly. A good smile, the kind that genuinely nice people have.

I was gone five minutes. When I came back, Jeannie looked at me gravely. The whole somethings-happened-you-need-to-be-aware-of look.

"Alex has gone."

"What?"

"Corey said something and he left pretty quickly. Didn't say anything just left."

Ok, I was pissed already, but now blood rushed out my cock to my face.

I don't know what came over me.

Blonde hair, bobbin' around.

Wandered over to him as he laughed out.

He turned, saw me, grinned.

I kicked him in the fucking balls.

Tough shit Corey, tonight was not your night.