((A/N: This is a kind of parody of a story called "The bad boy stole my bra". Now, I haven't read it, but my friend has and she said it was really good. So, of course, I had the idea to make it about gay guys. And since she read it, she said it had to be about two boys I hate, named Aydin and Robbie. *Sigh* please don't kill me. I don't mean to copy anyone's work))

Aydin P.O.V

I walked through the house, that was bouncing with rock music. I had forgotten why I was here- Oh yeah, because of Emiliana. She had forced me to come here.

I drank from a cup I had gotten from the table, which was obviously spiked. Not that I actually cared.

I drank more so I would care less. I just wanted to go home, but I knew that wasn't going to happen.

From the other side of the room, I saw my long time crush. My crush since middle school. His name was Robbie, and he was the definition of bad boy.

He got expelled in eighth grade for pulling a knife on someone on the street. He was not one to play with, but he was the one I wanted, more than anything.

I hadn't seen him since his expulsion, which made me want him even more. God how he's grown since then, in all the right places I might add.

I walked over to him and glanced him over. He paid me no mind as I stared at a particularly nice looking part of his body.

"Robbie? Robbie Stewart?" I asked, making sure it was actually him.

"Depends on who's asking," he said, lighting a cigarette and blowing it in my face.

I huffed and rolled my eyes. Apparently, his body wasn't the only thing that got an adjustment over the years.

"Aydin Robinson. Your friend? Remember?" I asked, being a bit irritated.

"Yeah, what are you doin' here?" he asked, taking another puff out of his cancer stick.

I sighed and shook my head. I wasn't supposed to be here, Emiliana forced me.

"Emiliana forced me here," I replied.

"Oh, damn."

It seemed like the party was getting louder every minute. We both drank to try and block it out.

By the time we were able to do that, we were both shit-faced drunk. And I mean shit-faced.

We both walked upstairs and to an empty bedroom. I got pushed on the bed and pinned down on my stomach.

I was drunk but could feel the heat on my face as Robbie pulled my pants and boxers down. I couldn't believe this was actually happening, no matter how drunk I was.

I gasped in pain and pleasure as I felt him enter. And let out a breathless moan as he thrust slowly, in and out of me.

I moaned louder as he thrust faster, my legs already feeling weak from the pleasure coursing through my body. I couldn't believe how good it felt.

"Beg me, baby~," he purred, biting my ear.

"A-Ah~ Harder~!" I begged, my face only growing darker.

He smirked and thrust harder and deeper inside of me, making me moan louder in pleasure. I was a hot moaning mess, and I was loving it.

Robbie hit a place that made me want to scream with pleasure. It took everything I had not to sound like I was being murdered.

"A-Ah~!! Robbie~!! Right there~!!" I moaned, arching my back slightly.

He smirked and hit there harder and faster, making my climax closer with every thrust.

"Oh~! Robbie~! I'm g-gonna cum~!" I warned.

"Do it~," he purred.

I moaned loudly and arched my back, riding out my pleasure filled orgasm. Soon after he released inside me, making me moan loudly.

I passed out next to him as he pulled me close. I was too exhausted to stay awake.

When I woke up I had some pretty bad ass pain and was alone in the bed. I looked around but all I found was a sticky note stuck to my phone saying "Tell me if you're missing anything~ -Robbie."

I sighed and got dressed, only I couldn't find my boxers. I realized what it meant and blushed a little.

The bad boy stole my boxers.