Thanksgiving -- turkey, pumpkin pie, football on TV -- by holing up his apartment, Lucas had decided to take Casey’s advice and go have some fun. It was Friday night and the weekend still stretched out before him. At least he was getting outside for a bit.
Lucas tried not to think about what Nate and the Kramers were doing, but it was like trying not to think of a pink elephant. He imagined them playing Scrabble or watching a movie together while Mrs. Kramer fed them more food than they could possibly ever eat.
“What’s so funny?”
Lucas snapped to attention and found a cute guy standing a few feet away on the sidewalk. “Huh?”
“You’re just standing there smiling to yourself.” He brushed his bangs away from his eyes. He was tall and dark haired and had cheekbones that could cut glass.
“Oh, I was just thinking about something. Sorry.” Lucas had no idea why he was apologizing.
“I’m Ethan.” He extended his hand.
Lucas took it and smiled. “Lucas. Nice to meet you.”
“You here for Kurt’s party?”
“Yeah, I am, actually. I was just…” Lucas tried to think of something that sounded better than saying he was working up the courage to go inside.
Thankfully, Ethan saved him the trouble. “Come on, it’s freezing out here.” He clapped Lucas on the shoulder and led the way up to the party.
The small, fifth-floor apartment was crammed to the gills with college students. The crowd seemed mixed, although Lucas spotted a lesbian couple kissing in the corner and a couple of guys getting cozy by the microwave.
Ethan seemed to know a lot of the people, and he introduced Lucas around and saved him from being a wallflower. Lucas found himself actually enjoying himself, and the wine and beer went down easily. Two rounds of Jell-O shooters later, he was feeling rather light-headed.
As Lucas waited in line for the bathroom, Ethan appeared and tugged on his elbow. “Come on, there’s another bathroom through Kurt’s bedroom.”
Kurt’s bedroom was occupied by a couple of indeterminate gender who were groaning on top of the pile of coats. Ethan and Lucas giggled and scurried into the tiny bathroom, quickly shutting the door before they turned on the light.
“You go first,” Ethan offered.
Lucas said thanks and self-consciously unzipped his pants. He stood in front of the toilet and waited. Of course, nothing happened, and Lucas felt like an idiot. He really did have to go, but standing there with Ethan watching him, his bladder refused to cooperate.
“Want me to turn on the tap?” Ethan laughed. “Here.” He twisted the faucet.
Thankfully, it worked, and Lucas sighed with relief. After he zipped up, he left the water running while Ethan took his turn. Glancing in the mirror above the sink, Lucas realized he had a clear view of Ethan’s dick. And what a view it was.
Lucas tore his gaze upward and met Ethan’s eyes in the mirror. Lucas stammered. “Sorry. I, um, I didn’t mean to…” He waved his hand around uselessly.
Laughing, Ethan flushed the toilet and turned around, his cock still hanging out. “Why do you think I brought you in here?”
Then they were kissing, and Lucas was pressed up against the bathroom door. He and Ethan rubbed against each other, and it wasn’t long before Lucas’s pants were undone and Ethan had both their cocks gripped in his hand, rubbing them together as they made out.
They both got off with just the handjob and afterward crept back through Kurt’s bedroom to the party. Lucas did a few more shots and Ethan wrote his number on Lucas’s palm with a pen from some girl’s purse.
The next morning, Lucas stared at his hand as he lay in bed. Ethan was a nice guy, and they’d had fun at the party. He was gorgeous, and funny, and there was really only one thing wrong with him.
Lucas rolled to the end of the bed and walked the two steps into the bathroom. Lathering up the soap, he washed his hands thoroughly, rinsing away Ethan’s number.
* * *
Lucas tried not to think about what Nate and the Kramers were doing, but it was like trying not to think of a pink elephant. He imagined them playing Scrabble or watching a movie together while Mrs. Kramer fed them more food than they could possibly ever eat.
“What’s so funny?”
Lucas snapped to attention and found a cute guy standing a few feet away on the sidewalk. “Huh?”
“You’re just standing there smiling to yourself.” He brushed his bangs away from his eyes. He was tall and dark haired and had cheekbones that could cut glass.
“Oh, I was just thinking about something. Sorry.” Lucas had no idea why he was apologizing.
“I’m Ethan.” He extended his hand.
Lucas took it and smiled. “Lucas. Nice to meet you.”
“You here for Kurt’s party?”
“Yeah, I am, actually. I was just…” Lucas tried to think of something that sounded better than saying he was working up the courage to go inside.
Thankfully, Ethan saved him the trouble. “Come on, it’s freezing out here.” He clapped Lucas on the shoulder and led the way up to the party.
The small, fifth-floor apartment was crammed to the gills with college students. The crowd seemed mixed, although Lucas spotted a lesbian couple kissing in the corner and a couple of guys getting cozy by the microwave.
Ethan seemed to know a lot of the people, and he introduced Lucas around and saved him from being a wallflower. Lucas found himself actually enjoying himself, and the wine and beer went down easily. Two rounds of Jell-O shooters later, he was feeling rather light-headed.
As Lucas waited in line for the bathroom, Ethan appeared and tugged on his elbow. “Come on, there’s another bathroom through Kurt’s bedroom.”
Kurt’s bedroom was occupied by a couple of indeterminate gender who were groaning on top of the pile of coats. Ethan and Lucas giggled and scurried into the tiny bathroom, quickly shutting the door before they turned on the light.
“You go first,” Ethan offered.
Lucas said thanks and self-consciously unzipped his pants. He stood in front of the toilet and waited. Of course, nothing happened, and Lucas felt like an idiot. He really did have to go, but standing there with Ethan watching him, his bladder refused to cooperate.
“Want me to turn on the tap?” Ethan laughed. “Here.” He twisted the faucet.
Thankfully, it worked, and Lucas sighed with relief. After he zipped up, he left the water running while Ethan took his turn. Glancing in the mirror above the sink, Lucas realized he had a clear view of Ethan’s dick. And what a view it was.
Lucas tore his gaze upward and met Ethan’s eyes in the mirror. Lucas stammered. “Sorry. I, um, I didn’t mean to…” He waved his hand around uselessly.
Laughing, Ethan flushed the toilet and turned around, his cock still hanging out. “Why do you think I brought you in here?”
Then they were kissing, and Lucas was pressed up against the bathroom door. He and Ethan rubbed against each other, and it wasn’t long before Lucas’s pants were undone and Ethan had both their cocks gripped in his hand, rubbing them together as they made out.
They both got off with just the handjob and afterward crept back through Kurt’s bedroom to the party. Lucas did a few more shots and Ethan wrote his number on Lucas’s palm with a pen from some girl’s purse.
The next morning, Lucas stared at his hand as he lay in bed. Ethan was a nice guy, and they’d had fun at the party. He was gorgeous, and funny, and there was really only one thing wrong with him.
Lucas rolled to the end of the bed and walked the two steps into the bathroom. Lathering up the soap, he washed his hands thoroughly, rinsing away Ethan’s number.
* * *
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