Haven’t posted in a while, I’m truly sorry about that. However, I have been busy – drowning in schoolwork and so on – and had to devote some of my time to my writing.
I don’t like to limit my audience so, therefore, I write about many things, even subjects barely ever showcased on the bookshelf of book stores. Instead of writing about a typical romance story between a boy and girl, containing typical romance story plot drivers, why not write a girl and a girl or a boy and a boy; better yet: a boy/girl coming to terms with their sexuality and learning to accept it?
So that’s exactly what I did.
This exemplar is a small section of one of my current short stories, and this chapter focuses on the main male character, Luke, and his usual trip to a club where he would pick a girl up and take her home, yet, it turns out that this trip would be far different from the others.
Once again, I apologise for my absence and hope you enjoy.
(Parental Warning: Mild description of boy-to-boy activity.)
Luke doesn’t understand that word. He thinks he never has. His mum and dad split up when he was very young and since then he believes that love doesn’t last. That’s why he would just take a random girl home every weekend for a quick fuck and then ask her to leave – not before the girl leaves a dark red handprint on his cheek.
So it’s no surprise that he plans on doing the exact same thing tonight. Luke fixes his blue, chequered shirt and buttons it up all the way to the top. He rolls the sleeves halfway up his arm and adjusts the silver watch that sits comfortably on his wrist. He admires himself at the mirror for a while and boy was he glad he grew up to be good looking. He loved having short sandy-blonde hair that looks immaculate in any style he puts it in. He decides to have it styled into a small quiff and grins at the outcome. Also, he adores his eyes, they never failed to attract a girl; its icy blue colour draws women like a moth to its flame. He loves a good tan and whenever the sun’s out and he has nothing to do, he enjoys to lie in his ginormous garden, sporting only a small, tight pair of underwear, and get a tan. Now his skin is a magnificent caramel colour that compliments the abs he endeavoured to get over the years.
Luke looks around his room, searching for the pair of jeans he just pulled out but his room is such a mess and there are piles of trash everywhere that it’s like looking for a needle in a haystack. He goes on his knees and starts to throw pieces of paper and empty pizza boxes to the side. Luke grunts and gets up. In a fast pace, Luke walks out the door, down the hallway and knocks on his roommate’s door, Terrence.
“Hold on a minute!” Terrence calls out. Luke rolls his eyes and checks his watch. It is nearly ten o’clock and they are supposed to be there by half-ten. Luke begins to impatiently tap his foot against the oak-wooded floor and glares at the door.
“Oh for fucks sake, hurry up!” Luke throws his arms up in exasperation and this time bangs on the door.
He hated waiting, especially if he was left waiting for a stupid reason. He just wants to go and shag a desperate girl and show her how it’s done. Finally there is a sound coming from the other side of the door and Luke crosses his arms. The door clicks and it swings open, revealing Terrence in a plum coloured polo shirt and tight black jeans which shows his taut legs. Terrence was one of those people who cared about how they look. It probably would have taken an hour or so – and trying on every outfit he owns – to decide on what he would finally wear. But even Luke can’t deny the fact that Terrence always looks smashing in the end of the process – not that he’d admit that to him.
“What you want?” Terrence asks, smiling at Luke. It’s hard not to notice Terrence’s set of perfect white teeth when he grins. “And… why are you only wearing a shirt and really, really tight boxers?” He adds as he eyes Luke from bottom to top. A small blush creeps on his cheeks.
Luke looks down and realises that Terrence was right, he only had on his Calvin Klein boxers and yes, it was really tight; there is a visible bulge protruding out of it – Luke believes that is something worth to be proud of.
“I dunno,” Luke shrugs. “But, man, stop staring. You can go find another cock to suck later on, if you have a spare pair of jeans I can borrow so that we can actually go to the club.”
Terrence blushes even harder before retreating back inside his room. Luke follows him and closes the door behind. Terrence’s room was probably the tidiest and neatest room Luke has ever set foot in. The bed was always made and Luke can’t help but laugh whenever he sees Terrence’s Ian Somerhalder duvet where Ian is completely topless. He doesn’t understand why Terrence would ever go for guys, then again, Luke never understood sexuality…or love, as a matter of fact. Terrence walks over to his wardrobe and opens it, revealing a colour-coded, systemised order of clothes. There’s a special section, which Terrence calls: ‘The Shareable Clothes,’ that is organised for clothes that Terrence can tolerate sharing or lending Luke. However, if Luke touches any other items of clothing that isn’t in that specified section, then Terrence turns into the Hulk and has a massive fit in which he avoids Luke, eats ice cream and watches films. Luke is only ever forgiven once he cleans and irons and folds the clothes he used.
Terrence isn’t a bad guy at all. Luke thinks it’s his reserve and meek nature that attracts all the guys. It’s exactly the same with Luke, with girls of course; he likes to break the innocence of the girls he emotionlessly fucks. Perhaps Terrence’s dark brown hair that owns the most perfectly swept fringe, which slightly covers his emerald green eyes that are so rich in colour you can almost feel yourself fall into them, and his flawless smile; and the tiny dimples that form whenever he laughs also contribute to the reasons why guys can’t keep their hands off him.
It’s true. Both of them are gorgeous, and oh do they know it.
Still, there’s one thing that separates Terrence from Luke: it’s his longing to be in a loving relationship. Although he won’t admit it, Terrence always hates the part when the guy wakes up, puts on his pants, says bye and walks away from his life forever. It feels like they are walking away with a small piece of his soul and with every time he has sex, it becomes more meaningless to him.
Terrence pulls out a pair of midnight blue jeans that Luke has to squeeze himself to get into and hands it over to him. Luke nods his head and says his ‘thank you’ before walking out. Not before teasing Terrence for the new posters of Paul Wesley, Niall Horan, Josh Hutcherson and Liam Henderson that have been put up on his walls. It’s gotten to the point where one wall is completely covered in posters that you can no longer see any traces of the blue paint of the wall.
Luke ambles back into his room and laughs as he sees his mess. “Exactly how I like it,” he chuckles before jumping on his bed – which has a boring, plain black duvet – and endeavours to squeeze himself into the pair of jeans. After a few minutes of groaning, grunting and air-kicking, Luke is in his jeans and pulls on a pair of white socks – well, it used to be white until it spent a night on Luke’s floor.
“Come on!” Terrence calls from the hallway and Luke rolls his eyes. No one tells him to hurry up.
“Calm your tits, I’m coming,” Luke shouts back and grabs his leather jacket from the back of his door and slings it over his shoulders. He walks out and sees Terrence fixing his hair in the hallway mirror. He sneaks up behind him and just as he is within range, he screams and runs his fingers through his hair.
“You dick!” Terrence cries in horror as he stares at his reflection and the now dishevelled hair that sits on his head. Luke finds it hard to breathe from all the laughing he is doing and has to hold himself up by grabbing the handle of the front door.
“Tonight’s gonna be fun,” Luke smiles while Terrence glares at him. He gives Terrence a wink and a smirk before opening the door and dashing out and into the cold night air. His blood was pumping and his senses were heightened; he can’t keep still and runs towards Terrence’s car, hearing each beat of his heart with every step. He can feel the adrenaline taking its toll and Luke just wants to go.
Luke sees Terrence emerge out the door shortly after and his fringe is fixed, yet he wears the same angered and annoyed face. Luke smirks as he unlocks the car and they both climb in; Luke in the passenger seat, and Terrence in the driver’s seat.
“I fucking hate you,” Terrence states and turns on the engine. The roar of the car blends with the heavy sounds of laughter emanating from Luke and soon they are driving off, through the empty streets of their neighbourhood and into the bustling nightlife of town.
This is how Luke likes it: the blinding flash of the many coloured lights, the music pounding against his eardrum, in risk of bursting, and the view of many girls dancing quite erotically on the dance floor. Luke smirks as he watches two girls, both sporting very short, shorts that defines their large ass, making out. He imagines himself being in bed between them two, and he has to take a big drink of his beer to keep everything below calm and flaccid.
Terrence, on the other hand, was walking around slowly and seductively, surveying tonight’s crowd for any possible men he could lure in. His eyes land on a guy with raven black hair, hazel eyes, a small stubble on the chin, and a lip-hoop piercing. It doesn’t take more than a second for him to realise that it was the guy he first hooked up with during his first visit of this club. And still, his name has adhered itself to the sides of his mind, screaming down his ears like an unwanted mantra.
It isn’t until the guy stares back when Terrence breaks his gaze. But it was too late, and he knew it. His hands are beginning to sweat and he keeps forcing himself to take sips of his drink, hoping he’d quickly get drunk so that he won’t have any clue to what is about happen when he wakes up tomorrow morning – hopefully in another guy’s bed. Still, it isn’t enough and Terrence finds himself staring into that pool of hazel.
“Terrence, is that you?” The guy says, unsure.
Terrence opens his mouth to speak but words get gobbled up and tangled in his throat and only strange, alien-like noises pass his lips. He realises it immediately and shuts his mouth to prevent any further humiliation; he stares at the floor to hide the tomato red blush that’s formed on his cheeks. So instead of answering, he nods, sheepishly.
“Oh man! How are you?” The guy suddenly perks up and Terrence feels a light pressure on his shoulder. He looks at it to find a hand resting on the junction between his neck and shoulder. He stares at the can of beer in his hand and contemplates whether he should just down the whole thing and hope to get drunk or see where this is going.
He decides with the latter. Terrence forces himself to look up and stare at the guy’s eyes and it doesn’t take long until he feels his knees wobble a little and the annoying and nauseating feeling he gets in the pit of stomach appears.
“H-hey J-John,” Terrence greets and forces a small smile on his face. John smiles at the sound of his name and takes a sip of his drink – which is colourful and looks completely alcoholic – before giving Terrence a cheeky wink. Terrence loves the gesture but it only worsens that feeling in his stomach and he finds himself gulping. If it weren’t for the strobe lights and dark room, he is sure that John would have noticed that moment of vulnerability.
“So,” John raises his eyebrows at him and Terrence endeavours to stop a smile from forming. “You never answered my question: how are you?”
“Oh,” Terrence perks up and mentally groans; he knew he’d get distracted so easily. “I’m fine, thanks.”
Over John’s shoulders, Terrence finds Luke dancing really close to a blue haired girl who’s is grinding on his crotch quite obviously. The smirk on Luke’s face tells it all: he wants her in bed. Now. The music gets louder and faster and everyone on the dance floor begins to jump and pump their fists. Terrence hates the music at times, but if it gets him a guy then it’s worth the effort.
“Wanna dance?” John asks, pointing to the dance floor while looking at Terrence with an amused, smug look on his face.
Terrence looks back over to the dance floor, which is now lit up in many colours; it looks like one of the disco floors you’d find back in the 80’s. Luke is now caught up in a heated make out session with the same blue haired girl. From where Terrence is standing, it looks like the girl is eating him alive and she’s using her tongue as some sort of drill to get in deeper Luke’s mouth. It brings a smile on his face and the confidence he needs to walk up and dance with John.
“Sure, why not.” Terrence says confidently, taking John’s hand and leading them to the dance floor.
They find a spot not too far away from Luke – Terrence doesn’t want to miss the show, especially if he can remind Luke of it in the morning, and watch as his face scrunches up in pure disgust because he really hates deep kissing and then curses himself for being too drunk to control himself. The smell of sex, sweat and alcohol hits them both like a truck. Terrence looks at John who is flashing him an endearing smile. He wonders if John is drunk, or if he’s aware of what he’s doing. He never thought John would be one to pounce on used meat; he always imagined him to be the kind of guy who fucks another guy and leaves, leaving no trace of his existence, whatsoever.
So when John places a hand on his waist and slowly pulls him closer, his body yells and screams at him to move away and the heat John’s touch gives him burns so intensely that his cheeks turn tomato-red in an instant. Still, he chooses to ignore the alarm bell that’s ringing in his mind and slowly leans in to the touch.
“What are you doing?” Terrence asks, curious of John’s motives.
“Dancing,” John replies, “Why?”
“Because this is the position for a couple who are about to slow dance, not rave to techno music.” Terrence states in a mocking tone of voice, but there is also a hint of amusement that underlies it.
John pauses. “Well, I don’t want to follow the crowd. I want to stand out,” he lifts one of his hands to Terrence’s fringe and sweeps it to the left, fully revealing his green eyes, which looks purple under the changing colours of the club lights, and it captivates John who is instantly grinning in adoration. There is a glint in John’s eyes and Terrence isn’t sure if it was because of something he did or just the flashing lights above them.
“Stand out?” Terrence presses further, completely perplexed.
“Yes,” The music quiets down enough for them not to have to shout at each other. “I want to stand out because then it’s just me and you.”
Terrence isn’t sure whether that kicking feeling inside his chest is from his stomach rumbling because he hasn’t eaten in a while or his heart trying to leap out of it. The words ‘me and you’ sticks to him and Terrence can no longer fight the grin he’s endeavoured to suppress.
“Me and you,” Terrence whispers so that only he would hear it.
“What?” John asks, not being able to hear him.
Terrence pauses and looks at Luke who is now pushing away the girl. Looks like someone’s sobered up! Terrence thinks as he watches Luke spit and spit and spit before taking some random guy’s beer from their hand and chugging it down rapidly, desperately trying to flush away all the saliva she must have injected into his mouth.
But Terrence doesn’t mind a good kiss. “I said,” he says, staring endearingly at John, “kiss me.”
And John was on those lips faster than a lion pouncing on his meal.
Terrence has to admit that it taste a little funny; saliva mixed with, what Terrence believes to be, Cider. Nevertheless, these were the first lips he kissed in this club and he remembers how gentle they were back then; how rough the stubble on his chin felt against his; how he would always teasingly bite his lower lip; and how he would always take control of the kiss. And still, all those things, he does in this kiss and Terrence just loves it.
And this is where it all gets saucy. (Which is expected when you put two, horny gay guys together.)
“Wanna come back to my place?” John asks, breathless from the kiss.
Terrence doesn’t hesitate to nod and John is already leading him out the club, pushing couples and random strangers out their way. Terrence spots Luke by the bar and realises he needs to tell him he won’t be going home and that he can take his car to drive back.
“Hold on,” Terrence says and let’s go of John’s hand.
He quickly rushes over to Luke, knocking over a highly intoxicated girl who was twerking rather badly. Terrence taps Luke on the shoulder and he turns around.
“What the fuck do you want?” He yells but softens once he sees who it is. “Oh, I’m sorry. I just been tongued by an ugly girl.” Terrence finds his callous attitude to be somewhat annoying and always believed him to be cynical, but Luke always said that it wasn’t being cynical or insensitive; it was just being honest.
“I know; I saw.” Luke scrunches up his face and looks away from Terrence.
“Oi! Bartender, get me a shot of vodka!” He orders quite arrogantly and looks back at Terrence. “So what do you want?”
“I’m going back to John’s house so you can take my car to get home.”
“John – as in your first fuck, John?”
Terrence nods and Luke grins. “Yeah, well, I’ll catch you later.”
And with that, Terrence left without giving Luke another word for input.
“Lucky son of a bitch is getting laid while I’m here cleaning out my mouth from that fucking disgusting girl!” Luke chides.
The bartender returns with his shot and Luke grabs it off of his hand and throws its contents down his throat. His mind is already pounding and his muscles, for some reason, are burning, but he doesn’t care; he just wants to forget and release himself for tonight.
“Is this seat free?” A voice comes from his left and he turns to find a guy with dark brown hair that has a quiff in the front and a pair of oddly intriguing, sapphire blue eyes. Luke can smell his cologne from where he is seating and there is no hint of sweat, so he must have just entered.
“Sure; go for it,” Luke gestures for him to seat down and he does. However, his eyes remain on this stranger as he asks the bartender for a pint of beer.
“You know, pictures last longer,” he jokes with a grin that makes Luke smile, too.
“Erh – uhm, sorry.” Luke stutters over his words and quickly looks forward, avoiding the gaze that’s boring into his sides.
“No worries, I don’t mind actually; it’s flattering.”
“Dude, erh, I’m not – um, I-I’m n-not g-gay!” Luke informs him without even looking at the guy, and the guy finds it amusing.
“Oh, okay. Sorry-“
“It’s no problem.”
“So,” The guy extends his hand and Luke turns to take it. “I’m Andy, how about you?”
Luke pauses and looks warily at Andy, deciding what his motives from introducing himself might be. Then he thinks he’s just thinking way too much and should just go with the flow.
Andy smiles and their hands remain linked longer than usual. Luke blushes upon realising this and immediately draws his hand away.
“Do you mind if I stick with you tonight?” Andy asks, casually, as if he didn’t feel the same electric sensation Luke did from the touch. “I don’t really know anyone.”
Luke perks up upon hearing the question and smiles genuinely. “Sure!” he claims a little too happily and Andy chuckles.
Yeah, maybe the rest of tonight won’t go so bad for him.