Mathew woke up feeling like shit and pain all over his body. Checking his phone he found out that the time is 2 o'clock in the afternoon. He was surprised that Ryan didn't wake him up for breakfast or lunch. He sat up groaning at the all too familiar head ache he gets after a hangover.

Sitting on the couch "Mary will you make that soup for me?" rubbed his temples "This headache is killing me." he didn't notice the state Ryan was in. Eyes red, struggling to walk normally.

This didn't go unnoticed by Sandra though. She butted in "Ryan sit."

She addressed Mathew "What the hell do you think are you doing?"

"Will you please stop talking? Ughh" he regretted talking at all.

"Don't you remember what happened last night?" she asked knowing he is one of those persons who remembers everything even when they are wasted.

Suddenly last night has passed in front of his eyes in a flash. "Fuck." he cursed looking at Ryan for confirmation if it was what happened. Whatever he got from the blank face Ryan was sporting got him getting up and going out of the house in a flash. Ryan called after him worried. But the teacher didn't listen.

To reduce Ryan's worry Sandra assured him "He's an adult. He can take care of him. However YOU need some sleep."

Ryan took Sandra's advice as he didn't get much sleep last night. After what seemed like forever staring at the ceiling counting numbers trying to sleep he heard the room door shut gently.

"Where have you gone? How's your headache?" he asked still looking at the ceiling.

"To pharmacy. I'm alright." Ryan heard footsteps getting closer.

"There is medicine in the kitchen you shouldn't have gone out while hung over." he finally looked at Mathew "You didn't even take your phone with you. What were you thinking going out like that?"

"For fück's sake. Stop worrying about me and think for yourself for a minute."

"I'm not the one who's drugged and risking life by going out like a mad man."

"Yeah. But, you're the one who was fucked." his frustration can be heard loud and clear.

Ryan didn't say anything about it. Now that he thinks about it, was it a crime? He didn't exactly get any consent, even if he did, the person was drugged for it to be valid. What does his Sir think of it anyway? Is he going to get mad at him?

Lost in thought he didn't notice Mathew trying to get him naked. When he finally realized that he was struggling to get his pants off of him Ryan put his hands on the hands that were trying to strip him "Whoa. Sir what are you doing?"

"What does it look like?" he asked showing a tube of medicine. At Ryan's confused stare, he explained "It's a medicine for you. To soothe the burn and pain."

Ryan lifted his hips giving the space to drag down his pants. Not until the man's hands came to boxers, did he realize something and stopped him.

"What again?"

"Are you going to apply it there?" asked warily.

Rolling his eyes "Yes Mary. I'm going to apply it to your asshole I had destroyed last night."

"No." Ryan was quick. "I'll do it myself."

"How are you going to do it?" took off the boxers letting the cold air hit the younger one's crotch which made him hiss lightly "Seriously, what the hell do you know about sëx for you to do what you've done last night?"

"I'm clean if that's what you are talking about."

"Of course you are, you're a virgin. What do I expect you to have? HIV?" chuckled remembering last night. After a few seconds of staring Mathew understood what he meant by that. "Oh." he cleared his throat "Anyway, let me be responsible for my actions."

Spreading Ryan's legs, Mathew got between them taking some of ointment on to his fingers. Upon seeing the hole he ravaged mercilessly he had to consciously stop himself from hissing. It looked so red, he called himself all types of names for not preparing properly before diving in.

Slowly, he rubbed index finger on the surface not entering it. "Does it hurt?"

"No." Ryan shut his eyes tightly due to embarrassment. Letting him teach how to jack off is one thing but this is really embarrassing.

"Tell me the truth."

"A little."

"It's just me Mary. You don't have to be embarrassed." he said while taking his limp flesh into his other hand to lower already existing embarrassment and oncoming pain.

"Does it feel good?" palmed his entire length watching it grow slowly. When he was sure Ryan was enjoying himself he inserted the roaming index finger inside just a little and traced the walls by making circular motions. He got a hiss as reaction and legs trying to close by themselves to protect from the intrusion.

"Shh. It's okay. Just a little pain now. It'll be gone before you know it." took out his finger, applied a lot more of that medicine and went in. This time more gentle giving Ryan feeling of feather inside him and outside (his dïck) making him feel really good by stroking it the way he know it feels good.

The expected result came as he watched Ryan's face drained out of any embarrassment. Now, letting the hand stroking his hand do it's work, he paid more attention to the finger inside the black haired man, letting it reach every nook and cranny.

When he hit a certain spot Ryan's body jolted and he gasped. "What was that?"

"It's the spot." had a triumphant smile on his face.

"Stop stop please." he pleaded.

Mathew stopped messing with that spot but didn't pull out his finger. "What?" he got close to his face "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Just- just give me a second." he breathed heavily. Little moments on his SPOT didn't stop. "Sir." he whined.-

"What Mary? Don't you like it?" he whispered.

"Feels weird." he explained.

"Good weird or bad weird?"

"I don't know."

"It's good weird." he rubbed the spot again gaining a gasp "But, I know it's your first time. Do you want me to stop or make you feel really good." Mathew asked slowly.

"How good?"

"I don't know exactly but better than having an orgasm with just jacking off." he paused for a moment "Do you want me to continue?"

"I don't know." he was conflicted.

"Then can I do what I want to?"

"You can." said looking into those blue eyes, trusting the person to do whatever he wants. To which he got a deep kiss and few strokes of his member making him moan low into the kiss. Then started the real pleasure, prostrate being massaged while his dïck being stroked taking him into a world that he never knew existed.

Finally putting his second finger in he started to hit the spot continuously by going in and out slowly. Stopping the kiss to give full attention to take ointment again and spread it thoroughly, turned his head to search for the medicine lost somewhere in the sheets.

Ryan didn't want to end the kiss. He grabbed Mathew by nape and crashed their lips taking full control of what they were doing. On contrast to Mathew's slow strokes, Ryan's tongue thrust fast and rough. Mathew moaned, he never knew he would enjoy being kissed like this, this much. He stopped moving his hands for few seconds fully enjoying himself.

Mathew was taken aback by the sudden change in the person's behavior who is in control of every situation when he is sober, now taking control of being pleasured too. It wasn't excepted in the least. Not that he is complaining, in fact he is liking this very much. Hard flesh in his pants can vouch for this.

He's not going to disappoint Ryan of what he had promised about feeling good. Giving it as good as he got in the kiss, he added more by twisting the hand around his dïck, light squeezes in between. Other hand is doing it's work by probing and this time being not so gentle as he wanted to give the feeling of something inside.

Couldn't able to handle anymore Ryan came making a sound between moan and groan. Mathew only increased pace letting him ride the most pleasurable orgasm he had so far. Ryan's walls clenched around his fingers. Making him want his dick to be the one inside him instead of his fingers. His dick better know the task was to soothe the hole and not to destroy again. He cursed it to go down. He even threatened it to chop into pieces, still there was no use.

Panting, both laid on the bed. The younger man with still closed eyes, letting his body feel after effects, while the older one was watching him feeling some of the guilt simmer down or is it something else?

"What would have happened if Sandra wasn't there?" was the first thing he heard. Then something flashed in Mathew's mind from last night.

"Nothing. She was there. Let's not think about what ifs." wiped him clean, at Ryan's lack of reply "Are you mad at me?"

"You didn't see you yesterday. I didn't know what to do."

"I'm sorry." he was sincere "I will be careful from now on."

"This is the last. Next time I won't forgive you." a warning.

"There will be no next time I promise." at his promise Ryan nodded with out so much as a hint of smile. Kissing his eyes close "You need rest. Sleep tight Mary." with a forehead kiss he walked off watching his Mary sleeping peacefully.

"Why didn't you stop him if you knew?" he asked his so called friend who didn't stop him from being drugged.

"Hmm?" looked at him from her phone.

"Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about."

"So?" she raised an eyebrow indicating that she doesn't care "Shouldn't I be asking you why you would trust a stranger?" of course it was his mistake but he doesn't know why he did that "Are you blaming me for being a queen in armor and rescuing you?"

"You said something about it was for me. What do you mean by that?" he asked as he knew she really did help him.

"What do you think I mean?"

Mathew rubbed his temples with two fingers. "I don't know. That's why I'm asking." then suddenly "It's Ryan. You wanted that to happen. Don't you?"

"What?" she said innocently.

"He's a virgin for fück's sake." groaned hands knotting in his hair. "Not only I took his virginity but I also hurt him. Fûck fûck fûck." he walked like a caged animal when finally what he had done sunk in. Drugged or not he doesn't like the fact.

"What?" now she was surprised.

"Yeah." he chuckled sarcastically "Probably I'm the first ever real kiss he had."

"Why?"

"It was all because of that stupid church of his and it's stupid preachings."

"I'm asking about why are you his first kiss and all. If what you were saying is true he must be against gays too."

"No. Mary isn't against anyone." defended him "Hell, it would be a miracle if he cared enough to go against anyone or anything."

"Why did he have sex with you?" she finished her unasked question.

"Because I'm a mess and was suffering."

"Oh seriously?" she said sarcasm dripping in her words "Because every one has sêx with their 'friends' all the time when they are drugged." she gave air quotes to the word friends "Let's assume it was Luke in your position, would he have still done that?"

"No." the answer was quick.

Sandra smiled "Why do you think is that"

"Because I'm closer to him than Luke? " he came to the conclusion after thinking long and hard.

Now that was a hard face palm moment for her. "Because you're special."

"That's what I said."

"Because he loves you. You dumb ass mofo."

"Whoa." he raised his hands as if to ward off something evil "Let's not bring out the big L word. Nobody loves no one here."

"Then please do explain me what's your relationship with Ryan." she asked folding her arms against her chest.

"That's" he searched for the right words to describe "That's complicated."