The music was blasting through the speakers, some new "top hit" from that dude that used to have a bowl cut. Whatever his name was. As usual, I was located far away from the sweaty, drunk bodies that grinded on each other. I never understood the fun in parties, me standing in a corner with a red, plastic cup filled with water, without a hint of alcohol in my system said as much.

Sipping quietly on my water, I looked around the living room. A couple were making out on the sofa, I wouldn't be surprised if they did it right there and then, I mean who would care? Everybody was dead drunk, nonetheless doing the same thing in various locations around the house.

My eyes finally landed on a familiar face; Eric. The most popular boy in school, both with girls and boys. Girls wanted him for his looks; 6'2, dark and curly hair, striking blue eyes, tanned body, dimples and sunkissed skin. No wonder, right? The boys didn't want him, they wanted to befriend him. He was the captain of the American football team, such a stereotype, am I right? Sometimes I wondered why he had stuck with me - the invisible no body - during all these years.

Eric was dancing with a girl I recognized as Siri; the leader of the cheerleaders. About a year back they had been in an "on-and-off" relationship. It went on for maybe half a year, then -after approximately 45 breakups- Eric stopped caring. He started dating another cheerleader which pissed Siri off. All of it ended with a catfight that our school still talked about. I must say that I was slightly disgusted as I saw her grinding her whole body on him, as if they were still together.

Eric barely even looked at her; he was looking at everything and anything. Clearly drunk. Our eyes met, and he smiled dumbly. I didn't smile back, instead I took a large gulp of my water, and sat it down on a bookcase next to me. Elbowing my way through the mass of sweaty bodies I finally made it to Eric. Siri didn't bat an eye at me, just continued grinding on the body in front of her. Eric seemed to be out of it, his eyes were empty and glossy. He had probably smoked some of that disgustingly sweet-smelling pot in the kitchen. I wrinkled my nose when I felt his breath on my face. Actually, the word "disgusting" was too nice of a description. He was still smiling stupidly.

He laughed out loud and pushed Siri to the side, successfully making her fall to the floor. I buckled under his weight when he laid his arm around me and stumbled forward. Thankfully, I regained my posture before we both fell to the ground. Pushing him up with a groan, I managed to let us stumble forward. Siri was still on the floor, forgotten.

"How do you like the party?" Eric shouted in my ear. I flinched back at the sudden stench that came from his mouth and smacked his arm. We passed the bookcase so I grabbed my almost empty cup, downing it all. I wrinkled my nose at the taste. Kind of salty. I steered us towards the door, which was hard considering that Eric was all muscular and heavy.

"You know I hate parties!" I muttered as we stumbled through the door. Laughing loudly again, Eric tripped over the shoes that piled in the hallway, face planting on the floor as I managed to let go of him in time. He laid on the floor for a while, still face down, and I almost was concerned. That is, until he turned around with a grin and pulled me down. Somehow I managed to put my arm in front of me, thus saving my face, although a sharp pain shot through my wrist as Eric rolled over, onto me, adding to my own weight. I yelped and quickly pushed him off of me.

"Goddammit Eric! I think you made me sprain my wrist!" I whisper-yelled. He looked at me, smiling, not registering a word I'd said. Standing up with a sigh, I started to look for my jacket, that for some reason had ended up on the ground, just great. Cradling my arm against my chest I picked it up and tried to put it on. Suddenly I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders.

"You a s'ppos'd to put yer hands through the holes! Geesh!" Eric slurred in my ear and tried to guide my hands through the holes of my jacket. My wrist hurt, but I let him.

His hands were warm, big and strong. It made kind of me happy to know that even while wasted he tried to help. When my jacket was on, he started to look for his own, not caring that he threw all of the other jackets on the ground as he did so. I began to understand how my own jacket had come to lay on the ground. I didn't wait for him to find it, instead I walked through the front door.

As soon as the cold, mid-November air hit me, I relaxed. I almost wanted to start running, away from the heat, away from the party, but maybe not away from Eric.

"Come on," I mumbled as he stumbled outside, I grabbed him by his bicep to steady him as well as guide him away from the party. As i dragged him forward, he giggled and started walking in a different direction. I stumbled after him. Irritated, I changed my grip onto his wrist and tugged, hard. It didn't do much, therefore I ended up following him to towards whatever goal he had in mind. My head was starting to feel fuzzy, but I brushed it off. Probably only exhaustion. It was the middle of the night so I supposed it was normal.

Without warning, Eric stopped and I, who was walking close behind him, crashed into his back.

"Eric what the-" before finishing my sentence he turned to the side, hurling onto the ground. I let out a screech and jumped back in disgust. The vomit splashed in at least a two foot radius. I wrinkled my nose in distaste and looked away, as to not start puking myself.

He didn't take long, after just a minute or two he was standing up again. His face was pale and glossy, he did not feel well. I took his arm and brought it to his face; wiping some excess vomit away from his mouth with the sleeve. Well, I wasn't using my own! Then I grabbed his other arm and slung it over my shoulder. Back on square one. To top it all off, he had led us in the exact opposite direction. I shook my head in disbelief.

The short trip to my house, that usually only took a couple of minutes, became almost 45 minutes as Eric had to stop every other second to hurl, trip or start laughing. Needless to say, I was more than exhausted when we finally reached my house. Dizzy as well.

I dragged his almost completely limp body down the hallway to my room, and for once I was happy that I didn't live on the second floor with the rest of my family. My bed looked tempting at the moment, although I would not sleep until I was sure that one; he didn't throw up again, and two; he no longer had a stinky breath.

This was evidently a harder task than taking him home. I had to once again drag him into the bathroom, set him on the toilet seat, brush his teeth for him, go and bring him a glass of water, strip him of his jacket, shoes and pants and then finally lead him to bed again. This took me almost a full hour to complete.

When he laid on my bed I was delighted, and very, very sluggish. I stripped myself of my shirt and jeans -my sneakers and my jacket had been lazily thrown off in the hallway- and crept to bed. I could barely care less that I had to share it with Eric. Especially not as he had already fallen asleep. We were pretty used to it anyway. I turned my back to him, and brought my duvet up to my chin. My head still felt fuzzy, and I was drowsy. I glanced at my clock; 03:26. Well, at least it was Friday.

I had no trouble falling asleep.

Hot breath, warmth. My tired eyes opened in surprise, but I wasn't able to comprehend the situation as a pair of warm lips were pressed on my own. I tried to push the person off of me, but I couldn't move. My room was dark which meant that I must have only slept for a couple of hours. The other mouth bit my lower lip; asking for access to my mouth. I drowsily granted permission and let the tongue explore my mouth. They pressed their body into mine, which made it clear that it was another man. My mind was foggy of sleep. I tried to move once again, but my body wouldn't respond. Panic rose in my chest as I realised that I couldn't even make my fingers respond to my brain. A small groan slipped out of my mouth when he started to rub himself against me, but when I tried to form some sort of sentence it stuck in my throat. Like a lump when you tried to stop yourself from crying. He was impossibly hard, and judging by own my involuntary sounds, I probably was too. I moaned as he started to palm me through my boxers. He was breathing heavily, moaning as he pressed himself firmer to my hips to come closer. Somewhere deep inside my mind I reckoned that I was only in a pair of boxers. His hands were all over me, exploring my naked chest, my lower stomach, my thighs, my face. Soon his mouth left mine and he traveled down my jawline, kissing and sucking me right beneath my ear. He continued down my neck and didn't stop until he reached my collarbone, where he bit down. I groaned at the pain, but it was quickly turned into pleasure as he began licking and sucking at my new bruise. I felt my boxers disappear and suddenly I became very aware of my situation. Deep inside I knew who it was, and I knew I wanted him, but not like this.

He never stopped sucking at my skin.

When I woke up I was laying on my stomach, the duvet spread lazily across my body. My head was spinning and I felt nauseous. I turned to my back, groaning loudly as I did so. My head was killing me. I snuggled closer to a warm source next to me. Feeling it's flesh- wait... flesh?

"OH MY GOD!" A loud thud, a groan. Eric jumped up in defensive pose. His hair was tousled, standing in all directions, eyes wild from the sudden awakening. He stared at me, as I was laying on the floor at the moment. I stared back, terrified of him at the moment. My eyes traveled south. His did too.

We blushed at the exact same moment.

"What the hell dude?! Why are you nak- URGHHH my head!" he whined, and sat down on the bed again, head in his hands. I reluctantly stood up, grabbing a blanket in the process. When it was secured around my waist I glanced at Eric. Memories flooded my head. I could feel my blush spread down my neck.

"Uhm... what happened last night?" I asked quietly. He looked up from his hands, giving me only a glance before looking down again, groaning pain.

"I don't fucking know, it's you that don't drink. Shouldn't you know?" he answered, pain lacing his every word. I shook my head in denial. That couldn't have happened, could it? Managing not to start sputter utter nonsense, I answered:

"I was so tired after dragging your sorry ass here and putting it to bed, so I went directly to sleep," I reasoned, nodding to myself as if to make myself believe it. When he didn't respond I quickly looked back at him. He was looking at the me, his eyebrows knitted together and a thoughtful pout on his lips. For a moment I was taken aback by his expression, he looked hurt.

Another groan from Eric made me hurry off to the bathroom that connected to my room to bring him a glass of water and some aspirin. While filling the cup with water I glanced at the reflection in the mirror, and almost dropped the glass. My whole torso was filled with hickeys. All the way from beneath my ears, to my lower stomach. The dark purple spots continued down my hips, under my blanket. I didn't dare to lift it up and look. Once again I felt nauseous. I practically ran out of my bathroom, and almost threw the cup at Eric. He seemed startled, but quietly grabbed the cup and the aspirin from me.

As he gulped it down I started to pace back and forth, my blanket dragging on the ground like a mantle, or maybe just one of those really long skirts. I stroked my chin in a gesture of thought and barely noticed how Eric's eyes never left me. They followed me, back and forth, back and forth. He suddenly stood up, making me jump in surprise.

"What happened last night? We are both naked,but it looks like you've had... it rough. I can barely see where your bruises begin and end," he stated, grabbing my arm to turn me to him. I blushed as soon as I came eye to eye with him. Crazily enough he also seemed to turn redder. "What happened last night?" he repeated, staring intently at me. I closed my eyes and shook my head.

"I-I don't know." he sighed at my answer, and ran a hand over his face.

"Did we have sex?" he asked, more harshly this time. I furiously shook my head. I was terrified that he would hate me if he knew what I knew. I wasn't even sure it had actually happened, I mean... I had been half asleep, and dizzy. Maybe it was just a dream? Yes, it must have been.

He eventually let go of my arm and turned his back to me. When he bent forward to pick up his boxers I had to restrain myself from staring at his body. My eyes locked at the opposite side of the room, not leaving that spot until I knew that he was fully dressed.

Not even as he walked past me, out of my room, did I move.

"See you on Monday," he said numbly, still with his back to me, before leaving my room and my house. As soon as he the front door slammed shut, I ran to my bathroom and turned on the shower on full power. The water was scalding, but I didn't care. I would never be able to face Eric again if I weren't clean.

So I scrubbed,

and scrubbed,

and scrubbed,

and scrubbed.

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