CHAPTER 62: IT'S JUST FUCKING

"You look like you're having a lot of fun!" Scooter shouts through the loud music.

We're at Ma Linda's right now. Drinking and dancing. The place is packed. It's weekend after all. The local and foreign tourists mingle as they enjoy the night. It's a wonderful night. With the moon shining over the waters and the stars decorate the sky like little gems.

I downed my, I don't know, maybe the tenth drink of the night, and circle around the dance floor, enjoying myself.

Chuck, me, Scooter, Mason and Andy are back at our hometown for the rest of the summer vacation and decided to party before we go back to uni. Ma Linda always delivers when it comes to parties. The music, the booze, the food (whis is not cooked by her, of course) is epic.

I dance as best to my ability but they're still shit and I can't help but laugh as my friends laugh at me. I don't really care as long as I'm having a good time, though. "I'm gonna get another drink!" I tell them before strutting, yes, strutting, towards the bar.

"Don't drink too much!" I seem to hear Chuck shouts behind me. I ignore that, of course. This is my last night of freedom. After we go back to uni, I'm gonna have to seriously prepare for my internship. And my future.

"Mateo!" I shout, calling one of Ma Linda's men, "give me your best!" I grin at him and he grins back from behind the bar. I turn around and close my eyes, leaning against the bar to wait for our drinks, swaying to the music. I feel someone approaches and stands beside me and then proceeds to greet me.

"You look new," I feel a hot breath tickling my ear. He's not any of my friends.

"I'm newly coming home," I tell the stranger without even bothering to open my eyes, still swaying to the beat.

"Native, then," he says, "then you must know what fun things to do around here." he gets closer until our bodies touch.

I open my eyes and turn towards him, smiling. He looks good. Definitely foreign. He's as tall as Chuck, but less muscly. He's handsome.

"I may know a thing or two," I say into his ears and his arm finds its way to my waist.

I let him bring me closer to him until we're pretty much chest to chest. I let him talk sweet nothings to me. I enjoy the attention. I let his hands crawl on every inch on my body and for my own to tease and play with his body. We take shots of alcohol and his hands trail down lower to my back. What will Chuck do if he sees this? I can't help but laugh at the thought.

"What's so funny?" the guy asks. He gave me his name but I already forgot about it. My bad.

"Are you going to keep flirting or are you gonna finally shove your tongue down my throat?" I ask him, grabbing his collar and sticking our faces together. I can feel his grin through the kiss. The kiss breaks so suddenly as I am yanked away from the guy. I turn around and see Chuck red with anger.

"What the fuck dude?" the guy glares at Chuck who ignores him.

"What the fuck, Lee?" Chuck asks me instead and I chuckle as I circle my arms around his neck, bringing us closer.

"What the fuck, Chuck?" I grin as I ask back. "You ruin a perfectly decent kiss," I pout at him.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Chuck tries to wriggle away from my hold but I won't let him. He did just ruin my chance of getting laid for the night.

"Sorry about him," I grin at the guy, slightly sorry because before we broke apart, I can already feel him hardening. And this probably makes him all soft. Poor guy. Hehehe. I turn back to Chuck and I can feel the grips on my wrists start to hurt. "Kindly piss off?" I ask him as sweetly as I can.

"Levi Alexander!" he warns me.

"If you won' let him fuck me, then why don't you do it?" I ask and I can feel him tensing and trembling in anger. And probably shock as well as disappointment. I bring one of his hands down from my wrists, guiding it towards my crotch and he tenses even more as his fingers brush against the front of my shorts which feels way too tight now. "If you won't take responsibilities, get the fuck out of my face," I tell him before pushing him away.

I walk over to the guy who looks as pissed as I feel right now and hold out my hand to him, "he's good?" he asks and I grin at him, nodding.

"Coming?" I ask and he scoffs at Chuck before taking my hand and drags me outside.

We ended up fucking in the bathroom. How very teenage romcom cliche. He was going to take me back to his hotel but that's way too personal and too serious for a casual fuck so I drag him to the bathroom and into one of the empty stalls before he fucks me senseless.

It was a good fuck. But, well, I only have Allen for comparison so it's probably not very objective of me to say that. But at least it felt good.

After it was done, I let the guy, whatever his name is, go out first. I take some time to stare at the reflection in the mirror. I click my tongue as I check for marks, There are many of them, of course. That guy can't seem to hold back. But whatever. It's not like I'm planning to hide it anyway.

I sigh and wash my hands and when I look up once again, Chuck is standing behind me. With expression I can't read, he stares at me. I smile at him through the mirror. He doesn't smile back and so I turn around to stare at him, tilting my head and grin. He doesn't like that, it seems, as he approaches me in large strides and pushes me against the sink. That hurts, by the way.

I chuckle, ignoring the pain, "I warned you, didn't I?"

"Since when do you do things like that?" Chuck asks between gritted teeth. His nails digging on my skin.

"Since I'm bored, need a good fuck, and he's there." I shrug, trying to pry his hand off me. He looks like he's struggling to talk because he's probably too overwhelmed by everything. And I get it, truly. "What? Do you think I'll stay a virgin for the rest of my life?" I ask him, mocking him.

"That's…" He gapes, really not knowing what to say.

"Or…" I close the gap between us, bringing my hand to touch his hands, feeling the muscle tensing against my fingers. "Did you want it to be you? Taking my virginity? Fucking me senseless until I can't walk and at your mercy?" I chuckle at the thought.

"Fuck you, Levi," Chuck hisses, grabbing my arms even harder until they feel numb.

"That's doable," I tell him and without warning, and me without even thinking, pull him down and crash our lips together.

Chuck is startled and for a few seconds, he does nothing, until I tug him closer. My fingers caress every inch of his body that's not covered by any fabric. He shudders and finally, I think, his reasons left him, or the alcohol gets to him, and he kisses back. More forceful than I did.

His kiss is angry and I can't help but laugh against it and I can feel him getting angrier as he bites my lips and then I can taste blood. I grin at that and push him back without breaking the kiss, until we get into one of the empty stalls. I make him sit on the toilet and I sit on his lap, grinding against him and he sucks in a breath, breaking the kiss.

I trail my finger down his chest and even lower as I kiss all over his neck. His hands don't seem to know what to do as they trail up and down my back, under and over my shirt. I tilt his head up so I can kiss him again.

Until this point, everything is going great. But when I trail my hand lower to the base of his jeans. He jerks his body up, sending me almost flying before he catches me instinctively. I look up at him but he avoids my eyes.

"Chuck," I say lightly, "it's just fucking," I tell him, shrugging and he snaps his head towards me, eyes bulging. "It's not a big deal."

"No. It's not." He grits his teeth before storming out of the bathroom, leaving me feeling everything but happy.

Well. One down. I chuckle to myself before slumping down on the toilet seat, feeling utterly exhausted and horny as fuck.

Maybe I should find that guy again?