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— Also, apologies for the bad storyline I guess?? I've never written something on a kink such as this, so I'm kind of just making shit up as I go along —

They had usually done dumb shit together. When they were drunk, though... That was a whole different story. Judging from past events, it was obvious why he had never liked being around them drunk — Much more so while he was. He knew how he felt towards them; He couldn't trust himself to make good decisions around them impaired; Michael and Jacob... Eric too — To hell with him. Thinking about it made his head hurt, his stomach churn; He felt like a slut, even if he had never made any advances. He wished he could just silence the thoughts that lurked in his mind, creeping up the walls of his inner core like vines — Turn them off as if a light switch. He wish he could just spend time with them (Truly, he did!) but those fools in his HQ usually had other plans. It sucked, he sucked. Now, though, they were all together, drunken and acting fools.

As the empty bottle in front of him spun and spun, the contents left in it — No more than a sip, really — Rushed out across the floor in a radial fashion — No one seemed to care though, neither did he really; The spinning of the bottle against the divets on the hardwood, acting as background noise, aided in the further distancing of himself — his mind — and the room. Finally, though, it stopped, landing on Michael.

"Ah-hah... Mike!" Jacob spoke; His usual drawn out, over-the-top skaterboy accent on full display. "Now... What are we to do with you?" Eric followed, snickering. With a swig of the beer just beside him, Mike answered. "Shiii... I 'onno" "That bottle next to you?" Jacob pointed. "Yeah, wha- hic What about it?" "Chug it". With a shrug of his shoulders, he happily obliged — It's not like there was much left anyways. He counted in his head as the rest of the group chanted Mike on; One second... Two seconds... Three... Four...? Five?? I mean- Jesus Christ, how much was left in there? Maybe he had underestimated just how much a single bottle of Apple's Orchard could hold — Or maybe he just wasn't quick to swallow. Wait... Before he could even finish his train of thought, Michael slammed the bottle down, finishing with a satisfied "Ah..." While wiping his mouth clean. Regardless of Mike's performance, he wasn't going to let it snap him out of his boredom — He was far too stubborn for that.

"Man, this is boring — This is all boring! When the fuck are you guys actually going to actually say something interesting, o-or give someone a good dare?" Nate huffed, continuing, "You're boring as fuck". All eyes landed on him, except for Jacob's, whom had appearen to have fallen asleep. Mike sighed, rolling his eyes along with. Putting his chin to his hand, Eric cast his eyes upwards, stationary in thought. "Y'know what, Nate?" He finally spoke, "I'll give you a good one, a real good one..." "I'll... I'll give you something interesting" He held onto the last part, adding to it airquotes. Jacob chuckled at his words. Apparently he wasn't asleep. "I'd like to see that" Nate spoke. You could say it was a sneer at that, but he was honestly too drunk to really care. He knew Eric's comment was probably false in nature and empty of heart, but the lingering thought of the possibilities that Eric could have endowed unto his words made him pause in fluster. Regardless, the game went on...

Again, the bottle spun and spun. Again, the contents of the bottle spilled out onto the floor, though now no more than just a few drops. And again it landed on someone — It landed on him. The neck of the bottle stretched towards him, seemingly taunting him and his luck. The realization sent a cold chill running down his spine. "Hah, your turn now, Nate!" Jacob remarked. "I know, Jacob." "Well, isn't that just a... Just a- hic turn of events?" Eric sneered, pausing for a drink of beer midsentence. "Of course it landed on me! O-of fucking course it did!" "So, Nate..." Eric spoke dubiously. The apprehension clouded his head, his heart beating three times faster. "You know, your likes are public..."

Nate's heart dropped; At first he was sure that the potential possibilities that lurked in the recessed trenches of his mind were now surely to have been vanished, but that last word stopped that train real quick. Once again, his heart sped up, he swore he could have felt his heartbeat from behind his very own eyes; His palms moistened, now sweatridden. Continuing, Eric added, "That and... hic Uh- I heard from a little birdie that hic you had a thing out for piss".

Nate stiffened. His face, already reddened from the alcohol intake, grew somehow a shade redder. At first, he tried to respond, but the words got stuck in his throat; "I'm too damn drunk for this" He thought to himself. As his eyes darted around the room, someone finally broke the silence. Well, there was no silence to begin with, but his perception of time had been so distorted at this point that the few seconds between Eric's remark and the sound of another felt like an eternity, and the beer sure didn't help.

"Yo, whaaat?-" Jacob responded. Must've been alerting enough to him for him to actually sit up from the same position he had been laying in for the past ten minutes or so. Too, Mike responded in his own way — His eyes drilled into him, first from the side then via an awkward glance. He couldn't tell if he had even heard half of what Eric said; His eyes looked so glazed over from the sweet nectar of alcohol, but he could feel something else from within those eyes staring back at him. An assessment of sorts, not judgemental, but rather... Preparatory? Of a preparatory nature. No, it was more of a carnal thought, a crimson lightbulb flickering into view, speaking of ungodly pleasantries. He could imagine the gears grinding and locking into place inside his head. "No, no! I sw- Eric is making all of this up! This is all fake! It's all hic fucking bullshit..." Nate tried protesting, but it was no use. He knew it was of no use. It was destined to come to light one of these days, but he never paid the possibility much mind.

"You're not as straight as you say you are either..." Eric spoke, a perverted grin spreading across his face all the meanwhile. Nate balled his hands into a fist by fluster — His mind was practically on fire. All the scenarios rushing through him so fast and so quick, it made him sick; He wasn't prepared for this, not yet. The room stood apprehensive as Eric reached for a largesized shot glass which had previously held more than a generous serving of whiskey. Slowly, he unzipped his pants. "I dare you to hic T-take a shot of my fucking piss".  

A shadow of sweat had embedded itself onto the couch from where he was sitting; His anxiety had long been manifesting into physicality, but now, a new feeling emerged — Excitement? He wished he could deny it like some stereotypically written smutly protagonist; Wished he could replace arousal with apprehension, suspense — Something cool sounding that could probably fuel some perverted dramatic drive for a story, but he had long been aware of his fantasies, as much as he hated to admit it. And with that, so too, just as his edge, did his "excitement" manifest into reality: A tightening in the groin (As if bound by ironwelt thread), a daze in the eyes, a bead of precum trickling down his length marking in full a monument to his drive — One you could hardly miss.

All eyes on him... Again — Though not in lockstep with his own, but rather focused down below; The mountain that he withheld. "Well, thas' an answer if I ever seen one!" Eric spat, but the tinge of snarkic toxin; The arrow of hurtful poison that lurked within his voice had been quailed. While still present, of course, a sizeable chunk of it had seemingly been replaced with genuine surprise — The wonders that alcohol will make a person give forth only for the brain to take on the aftershock, later on, from what had been said. After Eric came and went with his voice, next in line stood Jacob; "Wait, man, so, does that make you a faggot..?" "Fuck off!-" With a half appalled and half questioning sigh, next came Mike. "I think that does" "I- I'm just drunk!" "Well, yeah..." Nate had by now, quite enough of this whole display. Balancing this fake mask ridden with deceit and the carnal urges that brewed within. He knew he was forsaken, but for now, if the Gods could just be quiet for just a moment in their heckling and judgement, would he give the world for that...

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