"I have waited too long." Mitch bit my ear lobe, I wasn't sure who cried out like a hungry dinosaur.

"Yes, moan for me, baby." Mitch's whisper sent a shiver through my body.

"I... I..." I forgot what I was saying as his hands lifted my shirt off. I grabbed at his shirt, struggling to return the favor.

"Sshhh, let me take care of you."

I leaned back with a sigh. When cool air hit my lower body, I groaned, "finally."

"Yes, baby, fucking finally."

I had that buzz, I felt things Mitch was doing to me but I couldn't move any of my limbs. It was wonderful as if my body had no mass. If only I could grab his hair, it would be perfect. And maybe a song, a slow song to match my mind. Nowadays there was always a song in the background.

"Aaaah... Mmmm..." Hot and wet slurping sound accompanied my moans. My hand at last found enough motivation to move and I placed it on the back of his head. Mitch must be an expert, he knew exactly what I needed. If he did that thing with his tongue one more time I would sh—

"OUT. GET OUT!"

A voice screamed, and the head on my lap stopped its wonderful movements and something smacked right on my face. I dragged it away with great difficulty.

"Hey there, beautiful," Mitch said.

I had to force my eyes open. He was grinning, but wasn't addressing me.

I followed his line of vision and found Trev in all his glaring glory. He looked vivid and fucking stunning in his red shirt. I too smiled and tried to wave but my hands were clutching that thing that hit me. I looked at it. A cushion. It was soft, very soft. My fingers found it soothing to run over the furry texture.

"You have ten seconds to leave, mister. If not I'll throw you out myself."

I snapped my head up, startled. "You... the bouncer?" I asked him, confused. I didn't know he took a part time job as a bouncer. Why didn't he tell me?

Why doesn't he tell me anything?

"Bouncer?" He glared at me and threw another cushion. I grinned when it landed on my lap, providing much needed nudge to my wilting hard on, I patted the cushion with love.

Wait... I know this cushion. I bought it in a fundraiser Steph hosted.

What was it doing in the pub? I glanced around.

"Whoa..."

A hiccup came.

"...living room... mine... my home."

Another one came.

Water. I needed water.

"I live here too! How dare you do this? You mister! Why are you still here? Get out!"

That's rude! How dare he! I turned to Mitch to apologize.

But he laughed, lifting his hands in surrender. "All right. Later, Alligator." He planted a kiss on my non working mouth and sauntered off.

What a nice person, unlike someone I lived with. Who got angry for every little thing.

It won't do. Won't do at all.

I decided to explain things to Trev. He shouldn't be rude to my friends.

I directed my puppy eyes to him.

"You... your... friends... aaaaahllll the time... here... I..."

I touched my heart for the effect.

"First time... long time..." I shook my head thinking about the lost chance with Mitch.
"why.... awesome blow job... very..." I looked around and was surprised to see the TV. "...my house!!" Someone had stolen my verbs and teleported me to my living room.

"Are you DRUNK?" Trev put his hands on his hips.

I smiled remembering him standing like this when I had that party at my parents place.

I wagged a finger at him. "Noo... Not drunk... In...in...intoxitate...intoxicita..." I stopped and tried again, "intoxicated. Hah... " I clapped my hands together. No sound came.

"You have no shame Jake! None."

"Hey... now... now..." I halted, and peered down at myself. I was sprawled on the couch with two cushions for boxers. Not very decent. But not very indecent either. I still couldn't figure out how I got here. We were in the pub.

"What? Finish your sentence!!"

"Listen... Happens... Okay?"

"What? Sex in the damned living room?"

"Why not!... comfortable... Also... Feels good." I grinned, rubbing a cushion on my crotch.

"You... are... unbelievable!" Trev threw another cushion.

"Don't like? Don't see." I shrugged, hugging the new one.

He took a step closer, eyes blazing. "One more word out of that wretched mouth, I'm throwing you out! Did you even think about me? What this would do to me? No! Of course not! Selfish and inconsiderate! Completely unethical and void of fundamental compassion! Look at me! Do you realize what you have done?"

I obeyed his command and looked at him.

Fucking beautiful.

He was so fucking beautiful, standing there shooting daggers at me with his eyes. Those eyes... Those lips... were they trembling? If he came a little closer to me, I would show him what I could do with my wretched mouth. He wouldn't throw me out then, he would clutch me tight, and beg for more. Those lips would ask and I would give and give.

Those lips... I stared at them mesmerized. There was pink and rose and Trev. So very Trev. My cherub, my Greek god.

The urge to kiss him spread inside me like a rapid smoke, one second it wasn't there, next it was all that was left. My half hard on jumped to attention.

Harry was correct. Lust. I sighed when the buzz in my head gave way to weariness.

"Nah... can't... you should leave... it's..." I let out another breath, "it's for the best. Right... just go..."

"You know what? I'll do just that!" Trev stomped off, soon I heard the muted thumps as he climbed the stairs.

I closed my eyes, sleep —it would kill lust.

*****

My neck cracked when I tried to get comfortable. I searched for my blanket and found nothing.

When I turned on my stomach, I fell from the bed.

What the fuck?

Something was wrong. I sat up and my head swam, my throat was raw, my stomach protested very loudly.

Shit.

I found the bathroom before I emptied my stomach. Sitting there, I tried to decipher the cause of my diarrhea. Along with my nakedness and the toilet location. I was talking to...

Harry.

Pub.

Mitch.

Blow...fuck... Trev...

Fuck.

I stood up abruptly, my whole body complained. It took me half an hour to find my equilibrium and some sense.

When I did, I went to my room, found some pants and sat there, clutching my head, replaying last night. Trev had been furious. It didn't matter if he had any right to feel that way. He was and I should apologize.

He had some volunteer thing today in his college. I could text him.

I looked at the bed side table for my phone and found a fluttering note on my alarm clock.

I'm leaving.

My stomach dropped out at the familiar handwriting. He actually left. Last night? This morning? A nausea threatened break open my throat. My Trev left me. He was angry and upset.

I should call him.

I came down searching for my phone. It was under the TV table in my discarded jeans.

There in a crumpled state was my boxers.

Shit. I had been naked—in front of Trev. I was sure I had made some stupid joke about it too.

I unlocked my phone and there was a new text from Harry.

Harry: Don't right out ask him to leave. Say you're planning to move closer to uni or something.

Fuck.

I already made him leave. Harry had been correct. I somehow ended up accidentally having sex in front of Trev. But instead of seducing him, I angered him.

He despised me.

Maybe it was for the best. What would have happened if he found me jerking off, moaning his name?

He would have spat in my face.

This was way better.

****

The day or what was left of it dragged. I cleaned the living room. Washed the cushions and couch cover twice. Threw the unopened whiskey in trash and sat with my assignment work.

I couldn't study.

My eyes read the screen but made no sense of the words.

I'm leaving.

Those two words blinked in my mind like highlighted in neon.

What did he think when he left?

I had only meant for him to leave the room, didn't I? I wasn't sure. Maybe I had meant the house. What would I tell my parents?

Shit.

He would tell them scene by scene, dialogue for dialogue. Even if I convinced him to come back, they wouldn't allow him.

You're not convincing him.

I reminded myself. Yes, I would not convince him. In no way I would make this worse. If he came back and if I did anything more creepier, it would be the end. At least last night, I could get away with. I could tell Mom, that I was drunk, that Trev wasn't supposed to be home- some excuse.

But if I forced myself on him again, there would be no excuse. I almost did it last night too. I could remember the urgency, the need to kiss him. I could clearly picture the way he stood, the way his shirt hugged him, accentuating his hips. I could still taste the temptation to pull him and show him how much need I had for him.

This would not do. He had to stay away. Far away.

I shut the laptop and went for a run.

Another question came up.

Where did he go?

Wherever, let him stay. He had plenty of friends now. Let him find a new home. Like Harry said, he could afford it now. After a few weeks, when he cooled down a bit, I'd text him and apologize. I would not ask him to come back. I'd say that I decided to move closer to uni. Most likely, Trev wouldn't care.

You have no shame.

His words echoed around me.

Another question came.

How did he even go without a car? What if he was hurt? What if no one knew?

Before my brain could supply me more ruthless scenarios, I took a detour from my regular route and went to his campus.

He was serving food to a queue of football players near their ground.

Just as beautiful as ever, as haughty as always.

I left without a second glance. I sure as hell wouldn't survive a second glance.