8. Eight
Eight
Tyler
The crowd shuffles to the beat of the music, making it harder to get from where I am to refill my drink. I lost track of faces in the masses a while ago. Or that’s what I tell myself, as if I’m not looking for one face in particular. Inviting Seth was a spur-of-the-moment thing brought on when Isaac mentioned the party during our study session. I probably would’ve mentioned it on the team chat, anyway. It’s not like Miller wouldn’t have found out. He didn’t even say if he was going to come, so there’s no reason to hold my breath.
Then I see him, and I have to do a double take, sure that my eyes are playing tricks on me. Miller is dancing with a guy and it’s not as friends. They’re crotch to crotch and Seth’s hand is resting on the guy’s ass. My stomach knots in an odd tight burn, and I’m making my way through the crowd. I don’t remember making the decision to interrupt whatever is going on with this other guy, but the next thing I know, I’m standing in front of the pair as they make out.
This is probably the point where I should turn around and leave them be, but my mind is stuck on watching Seth kiss another guy. I haven’t had more weird sex dreams since that first one, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t thought about it. What Seth’s lips would feel like on mine if he kissed me. It’s probably better if I don’t find out, but now that I know he likes guys, I know I have a shot. Well, maybe, if the guy he’s currently playing tonsil hockey with isn’t his boyfriend. I’m guessing there’s a good chance he isn’t, considering it wasn’t that long ago that we …
Seth’s eyes meet mine, and he breaks away from kissing the guy. I turn around and remind myself that I was supposed to be heading to the kitchen for a drink. Seth catches up to me right as I get to the table we have set up with drinks. “Hey,” he calls to me.
“Hey,” I call back, not sure what to say. “Sorry, I wasn’t trying to interrupt whatever …” I trail off, not finishing the sentence as I shrug my shoulders.
“You didn’t interrupt. It’s fine,” Miller says. He reaches for a bottle of beer at the same time I do and our hands brush. “Sorry, go ahead.”
“I didn’t know you were …” I can’t make myself say it, but the music picks up, cutting me off.
“What?” Seth calls over the noise.
I twist the cap off the beer and lift it to my lips. I chug roughly half of it in one go. Then I see the way Seth is looking at me. I’m not thinking as I take a step closer, my face leaning towards his. This close, it’d barely take the slightest movement to press our lips together.
His jaw tightens before his tongue comes out to lick his lower lip. “How much have you had to drink?”
“A few,” I admit. Not enough to make the room spin, but maybe I’m not thinking clearly. “Kiss—”
“Shit,” Miller cusses. Someone bumps into me and my hand jerks, spilling beer all over Seth’s shirt. I overcorrect, setting my drink on the table and leaning closer to wipe the mess away. I don’t realize how stupid that idea is until I’m stroking the wet material of his shirt down his abs.
My hand pulls back in a hurry. “You want to go to my room?”
Seth’s eyebrows shoot up, and I realize how what I just said sounded.
“For a clean shirt,” I blurt out. “You can borrow something. We’re around the same size.”
His face relaxes into a grin. “Sure.”
I can do this. We’re going to my room to get Miller something dry to wear, nothing more. But as we get further from the main room, the music gets quieter and the noises from the surrounding bedrooms get louder. I’m reminded of what it typically means when inviting someone back to my room during a party. Of what happened when Seth invited me and that girl back to his room.
Miller pulls off his shirt the moment the door closes behind him. I’m caught staring for a moment before I remember I’m supposed to be finding him a shirt. “Is your uh, date gonna miss you?” I don’t know what prompts the question, but whoever that was earlier, Miller seemed to have no issue ditching him to follow me.
He laughs, using a dry corner of his shirt to wipe the remaining wetness from his chest and stomach. “Nah, we just met, and he wasn’t that great of a kisser. I’m sure he’ll take the hint and find someone else to hook up with.”
“Right,” I say as I hand over a T-shirt for him to wear.
“We okay?” he asks before pulling the shirt on. “I mean, it doesn’t bug you that I’m bi?”
Bi. I’d kinda assumed, but it’s different hearing him admit it.
“No, I’m good. It’s fine. Why would it be an issue?” I’m talking too fast, but I can’t make myself stop. Way to play it cool, Ty.
Seth takes a step closer and places his hand on my shoulder.
“What’s it like?” Maybe I did have too much to drink. I’m blaming it on that as the next question comes out. “Kissing a guy, I mean.”
He smirks as his hand moves up my neck to the back of my head. I lean closer at the same time, and our lips press together. I’m kissing Miller. Our lips move, pecking a few times before his tongue licks at the seam of my mouth, silently asking for more. My mouth opens for him and the feel of his facial hair scratching my chin almost tickles. Before I can laugh, Miller’s tongue finds mine and his hand tightens its grip on my head, pulling me closer.
Then he pulls away. “Sorry. I shouldn’t … er, I—”
I interrupt his rambling by kissing him again. Our lips and tongues move together in a frenzied rush. Both of us fighting for control. I don’t know what we’re doing, but I’m not done kissing him. It’s almost laughable that even when kissing, we can’t help but make it into a competition.
“Ty, wait. You’re straight?” I don’t know if he means for the sentence to be a question. His eyebrow scrunches up in confusion, and the bulge of his erection pressing into my hip isn’t helping matters.
“I don’t feel very straight right now,” I answer honestly.
Seth sighs, shaking his head as he mutters. “That’s the alcohol talking. I can’t. Not like this. I should go.” He takes a step back, breaking the contact of our bodies, and I instantly miss his closeness.
“You don’t have to go.”
“I don’t want this to just be another drunken hookup you can write off. If you want to talk about it later when you sober up, I’d be happy to pick up where we left off.” He pulls his borrowed shirt on. “Until then, I should go. Thanks for the shirt.” Seth doesn’t wait for an answer before he turns and heads for the door. I’m left watching him walk down the hall with a throbbing issue in my pants.
Between my choices of heading back to the party and closing my door to take care of myself, I already know which one I’m going to choose. I’m not trying to fight my conflicted thoughts as I push my pants down and wrap my hand around my cock.
Bi, gay, straight. Those words don’t mean shit right now. I’m attracted to Seth. After that kiss, there’s no denying it.
The heat of arousal that curled into my stomach as we made out is back with a vengeance as I think about that kiss. The firm grip of his hand holding my head in place as his tongue caressed mine. Fuck. It’s not going to take much to get off with that image on my mind.
I stroke myself, feeling my balls draw up as I get closer to my orgasm. I’m too lost in the moment to think about what would’ve happened if Seth had stuck around. But the last thought to cross my mind as I come is I want to find out. I want to kiss Seth again.