Lost a Bet [Full Story]

Part 1: https://youtu.be/IYwwG8vA1hA

Part 2: https://youtu.be/sQKKaZwcmtA

Part 3:

Adrian giggled, and that's when I realized that he was even more drunk than me. He and the girls probably were drinking it while dancing(?!). Beverly's father had a grocery shop, she always had stashed alcohol.

"It was kinda cute! So fiercely protective! Logan, my knight!" And he giggled stupidly. I felt some kind of relief. He most likely wouldn't remember it anyway, not if he was that tipsy.

I rolled my eyes. "Don't mock me, Adrien. You are so fucking drunk. C'mon. I need to take you to the dorm. You are not safe here."

He made a step toward me, but stumbled upon the same curb as me and fell in my arms. Again. I was beginning to suspect he did it on purpose.

My hands were now on his shoulder. The parking lot streetlamps were casting long shadows around us, but his face was lit up by golden light. The wind was blowing his long curls, they were falling on his cheek, on his red, plump lips. His long eyelashes were so thick and dark. Fuck, he was too beautiful...

And I just lost my battle. I did the most stupid thing in the world.

I lowered myself and kissed him - kissed him like a hungry, starving person. Going all in, from the first moment. Weirdly enough he let me push my tongue inside his soft, wet and warm mouth, so fucking inviting... And I shivered, pulling him closer and kissing him even more intensely, our tongues entwining in a sweet fight and stroking, rubbing over each other. He tasted like alcohol, and something more, something sweet.

After maybe twenty seconds of this passionate kiss, he pushed me with a firm force and... slapped my face. Not that strongly. Just a small slap. Like you could slap somebody to wake him up.

I stared at Adrien, pressing my hand to my cheek.

And suddenly... he sighed and chuckled. "C'mon, Logan. We should return to the dorm. I'm so fucking drunk!"

Incredible.

He didn't comment on the kiss. Almost impossible. How could he not? Why should he not?! He should, he really should...

He stepped closer, and I wrapped my hand around his waist, almost dragging him toward our dorm. Then he started to walk, laughing and from time to time taking another sip from the bottle. He also offered it to me, but for the first three times I refused. Finally, I succumbed to it, and also started to drink from his bottle, disgusting pure, very strong vodka.

"Fuck, this is really awful tasting!" I winced after the first gulp.

"But it's better than whiskey. Whiskey smells like perfumed vodka. Vodka is purer!"

"Yep, but equally gut-wrenching, gimme that..."

So, we walked and walked, wobbling and laughing stupidly, talking about some shit I don't even remember, but nothing of importance. Some drunkards' mumblings.

We were about 400 yards (0.37 km) before our dorm as he started to lean more and more heavily on my arm.

"Fuck, Logan, my left heel! It hurts so much..." He muttered, looking down.

"Wait, let me check." In a weird impulse, I got on my knees and took his foot in my hands. He lost his balance and leaned down, putting his hands on my head.

I was surprised that he had such a small foot for a guy. And rather pretty, shapely and neat. But he was right. On the back part of his heel he had bloody skinning, the glittering pantyhose was ripped.

"Fuck, there is a blood here, it must be very painful, every step."

"It is! I was barely walking, not wanting to bother you too much..." He murmured.

I stood up and straightened. Well, I was going to be a man here. I bent a bit and... lifted him in my arms.

He made a small huff. "What are you doing?!"

"I'm gonna carry you doofus, what do you think? You can't walk bare feet, these are footpaths on campus, glass from bottles is most likely to be there, and we do not need more blood on your feet..."

Adrien went silent. Weirdly silent.

Walking with a grown young man in my arms was much harder than I suspected. Even though he was rather light for a guy, but definitely had to weigh about 140 pounds.

So as I was at the dorm doors, I was panting like crazy and my arms were failing me.

But I was a man, right? So, I could not just stop. I reached our room being on the verge of a heart attack.

The unexpected positive effect of this effort was that I got a bit more sober. I put him on his bed flat, and went straight to the bedroom to shower, as I was wet from sweat. I did not say anything, and he did not say a word.

I took a five-minute cold shower and went back to our room only to find him sitting on the edge and finishing the bottle. Seeing me in a towel around my hips, he chuckled weirdly and mumbled something I could not understand.

"What are you mumbling about?"

He only laughed and tried to stand up, but wobbled again and was about to fall flat on the floor, but I caught him for the third or fourth time today. It had to be on purpose. Did he want to be close to me?

"You... you..." He muttered, his fingers clutching on my biceps. Even drunk, he had beautiful, glazed eyes with the longest eyelashes. And these red, trembling lips. Parted. I could see the tip of his pink tongue behind them.

I was hoping the cold shower would help me manage my crazy-suspicious arousal that I felt for him. But it did not.

So, I asked him straightforwardly, "Adrien. Did you dance for me, there, in the club?"

The silence crept up upon us. His dark blue eyes had giant pupils now. They were fixed on my face. A lost curl was lying on his cheek, so I slowly moved it from there, and tucked it behind his ear. He opened and closed his mouth. Even... being that drunk... he had troubles admitting it? Was he that ashamed? Was he having the same dilemma as I had? About losing our friendship?

"Tell me... Tell me the truth. I promise, tomorrow we'll forget. It will be the only one time..." I whispered with unexpected intensity in my voice.

His eyes were so wide open, trusting, almost vulnerable. His lips trembled...

"Yes..." The whisper... So silent. So full of fear.

My heart was pounding fast, I could not comprehend what was going on with me. I raised my hands and grazed with my fingertips over his smooth skin. He closed his eyes.

My fingers stroked his lower lip, that parted even more. I slowly slid my thumb inside his mouth, feeling his hot tongue moving on my skin. My dick was painfully hard, I had trouble taking another breath.

I took away my finger and... replaced it with my own lips.

I kissed him, knowing he could slap me again, yet... craving his taste and his sweetness, his hands around my neck, and... he gave me all of this. His slim body pressed against my body, my hands sliding over his narrow waist, firm, smooth flesh, and wandering on his round buttocks, the only part of his body that was somewhat more soft and plump. I squeezed it and pulled them closer to me, so... he could feel my erection.

A bold move, yet... with a shock, I discovered I was not alone in this!

Over my steel-hard dick - I felt something equally hard and stiff. Fuck... fuck...!

What were we doing?

Going crazy, for sure. Falling into the abyss. Ruining our friendship!

I never ever in my life kissed a boy, and surely never touched a guy's dick, although I sometimes glanced at guys' dicks under the showers. Just... normal curiosity, right? Okay. I may even get an occasional boner, but it's nothing weird still, young boys are... reactive, aren't they?

Even if I was a bit shady in that regard, what about Adrien?

He also previously dated girls! I was sure he was straight as an arrow, even though he didn't date anyone for months now. What was going on?

I almost sucked on his lower lip, at the same time maneuvering him toward the bed. My hands restless on his naked back, that was bared in this dress and only had thin stripes there, so I could stroke his skin and he... kind of moaned inside my mouth, but didn't break the kiss.

We fell on the bed and my lips slid off his lips to his jawline and beneath. I almost devoured his skin, kissing and licking and sucking along his white, long neck, his collarbones, and shoulders.

I could sense his smell, Beverly's perfumes mixed with a very subtle fragrance of his natural male scent. It was such an exciting mixture that I just inhaled it for a moment.

His fingers clutched to my hair, fisting my strands and pulling me closer. He was panting loudly and letting me roll his straps down his shoulders, and move with my kisses over his small, but erect nipples. I latched on them as a suckling baby, almost pulling them inside my mouth. He was moaning and arching his pelvis a bit, his dick pressing to my body, stiff, and his hips slightly moving up, as if wanting to increase the friction.

I felt I couldn't hold anymore, so I threw off the towel wrapped around my hips, and with my second hand I grabbed the edge of his dress to pulled it up...

He had black lace women's panties on him, under his glittering pantyhose - all now tented by his dick...

I stared at this view for a moment in pure shock. I was about to do this? Touch another man's dick? Something in me was fighting against it - scared and shocked, and something was fighting for it - excited and aroused. What a combination.

I raised my eyes, to see what he was doing. But he was just laying there, his head tilted aside, eyes closed, lips parted, heavy breathing.

He obviously did not want to see what I was doing, yet he let me be in charge - he gave me his body to my touch, to explore.

I bit my lip and slowly pulled down his panties and pantyhose at one time. And I almost gasped. His dick was as pretty as he was. About 7 inch, perfect shape and thickness. I stared at this marvel of nature for a moment, unsure what I should do.

But when I started it, I should probably finish it. It was the only logical step.

Very slowly, as if reaching for a dangerous snake, I wrapped my fingers around his shaft. He flinched a bit, yet did not protest it. It was hot and silky to touch, similar to mine, but more... alien. Unknown. Exciting. I realized that the smooth touch of it made me even more aroused. If I was counting on flagging down with my hardness by now, I had to be disappointed.

Adrien's dick was so nice, hot and waiting obviously for some friendly touch. I grabbed a lube from his nightstand (yep I knew in what drawer he hid it) and squeezed it on my hand to warm it a bit and slowly put it on his waiting cock.

He moaned quietly, as I started to move my hand unhurriedly up and down, observing in some kind of fascination every small detail - the tightening of his balls, their small moves inside the sack, I even stroked there once or twice - rather shyly.

His legs were bent a little, so I could see a bit below his ball sack, his perineum and...

I swallow.

What if I would... touch yet another forbidden place? The thought alone made my neglected, leaking dick throb like crazy.

Pretending I was again kissing his torso and suckling his nipples, I relocated between his legs, hoping he would not realize my sneaky move.

Kissing his collarbone, I gently, as if accidentally, grazed over his crease. He did not make any significant move or gesture, so maybe he really thought it was just one instance?

But soon he could not have any doubt. I slowly grazed over his crack, stroking his tightly closed pucker... And then he reacted.

His eyes opened quickly, still with large pupils. He turned his head to look at me.

I froze, waiting for his next move.

In the silence, only our breath could be heard. I realized, I would rather not stop. I could not. It was too intense. Too exciting. Too... right?

I whispered, I pleaded... so silently that I barely could hear it myself, "Please... one time."

Our gazes were intensely connected at this moment. A lot was going on in our heads. The last barrier was about to be crossed between us.

Then he closed his eyes and tilted his head aside again in silent agreement. In silent submission...

I lowered my head and kissed his cheek... gently, slowly... and his temple and his eyelids. I did it with tenderness, softness. And I could feel his slight quivering.

He raised his hands and pulled me closer, and I smoothly slid my fingers between his ass cheeks, lightly pressing on his muscle rim, making small circles around it, teasing it.

The thought that I could be there soon made my blood almost boil. I was so aroused that my dick was leaking pre-cum over his thighs. My finger pressed a bit more and in one move slid inside his tight hotness.

The taste of breaking the taboo was so intoxicating...

It was a wonderful feeling, and I'm not talking about the physical stimuli, but the psychological aspect of being inside another male. It was such an intimate act, so special. Looking at his face and feeling his warm clenched place with my fingers... The thought that nobody ever was invited there, only increased the pace of my pulse.

His surrender, his submissively spread legs... it did something to me. I was breathing rapidly and shakily. I don't remember ever being so aroused, never-ever in my life. And it wasn't even a woman! It was a man - 100%, his dick sticking out between us was a vivid reminder of his masculinity.

And suddenly, it wasn't weird anymore. It was right. It was natural. It was... even beautiful?

He was not just some random man. He was my Adrien.

As I slid inside my second finger, he gasped quietly. I propped myself over him and kissed under his ear and over his curly hair. "Shhh..." I mumbled quietly, moving my slick fingers in him slowly, gently, caressing his hot inside. I did not rush anything, letting him adjust to the presence there.

I also did not stop my kisses and long lappings with my tongue over his white skin, tasting a bit salty, subtle yet manly smell under Beverly's perfumes.

With my third finger, I felt he tensed a bit, but I tried this time to change my angle and reach something I vaguely remembered from some weird discussions in high school. The mysterious thing should be under the dick, so I started to search for it with my fingertips and soon enough I felt a slight change in his breathing.

It quickened a bit, he seemed to shiver and raised his hips in the air, as if wanting to work with me, encouraging... His hands on my back pulled me closer with a great force. His long, deep moan could be heard loudly in the room.

It was just too much, I was on the verge of going crazy from arousal. I kneeled between his legs, and lubed my dick with such an amount that it dripped over the bed linen.

I also lubed his entrance with a giant "blob" of lube. He really was now heavily lubed, but don't judge me, it was my first gay sex. I propped myself on elbows and grabbed his chin with the left (clean from lube) hand and straightened his head, so he could face me. He opened his eyes. I was now hovering over him. I gently kissed his lips and whispered:

"Adrien, I'm going in..."

I could feel that in response he pulled his legs up more, so I pressed my dick to his entrance and gently pushed with my hips. He made a kind of strangled sound and squeezed his eyes shut. I slowed down at the same moment.

Fuck, he was tight there, tighter than any girl with whom I'd ever had sex. I really had to push through his contracted ring muscle to slide inside. His hips arched a bit, as if protesting from intrusion, but I was already inside, taking away his virginity and filling his perfect tightness.

Quickly, I kissed his lips, to distract him from discomfort. It seemed to help, and we started to kiss fervently for a moment. I used this time to make small, swaying moves aside and very gently pushed down and down... And soon enough I was all in, fully seated inside his scorching hot passage. I knew I was there first.

I stopped kissing him and once again I looked into his eyes. He did not seem that drunk as before, I could see normal Adrien in his gaze. It was... unusual, and somehow special. Lying on him, deep in him, with his hands on my back and his legs wrapped around my waist. We were connected, and in a way, I knew it was more than just physical closeness.

"Adrien" I whispered. "Please, let me move... I need to move inside..."

He slowly nodded. I needed exactly that. I leaned over him and started to move in his super tight and so fucking hot passage. It was... so, so, so, soooooo great feeling, I could not compare it with anything else. My heart was pounding, my blood rushing through my veins, I was dizzy with intense pleasure.

I never felt this during sex with girls. It was so overwhelming, that I realized in shock - I wouldn't be able to hold on like that too long! I was gonna embarrass myself like a young teen, with...a premature ejaculation!

And bum! It flew from my dick. Fuck, fuck, fuck, the godly wave of pleasure flailed me over the edge - I roared and pushed inside him in earnest, in a humiliating, yet wonderfully ecstatic feeling... I unload my load deep inside my best friend.

"Fuck!"

Pathetic. I was so pathetic. It supposed to be a sex of the century for me and what about it? I shot just after 60 seconds inside. God, why?

I leaned my head on his shoulder, not too eager to look in his eyes. I was only panting, angry and frustrated. I was almost praying for him to stayed silent, sparing me further humiliation.

So what now?

Should I back out? And help him come too? How? Should I... take him in my mouth? Or would a hand be enough?

But after maybe two panicky minutes of erratic and chaotic thoughts, I realized I was still... hard there.

I did not go down that much. Fuck. Was it a resolvable situation? My dick was oversensitive and kind of screamed to me "Enough!" But... the good thing was - I still felt aroused...

Usually after jerking off, my thoughts were far from the sexual topic, but not now. The fact I still wanted him... it helped. So, I started to move again.

Slowly, carefully. Still avoiding looking into his eyes, my face safely hidden between his shoulder and neck. For the next couple of minutes I made these slow, gentle slides inside and out, languorous, but tender...

I could feel my previous jizz load dripping from his hole over his ass cheeks, wetting my thighs.

What was very nice and added to my arousal was the fact - that he was still hard!

His dick was being rubbed over my abdomen as I was sliding up and down.

After maybe five minutes I felt better and better, my cock stopped protesting, and grew even harder with every move. Triumphant over my own body, I lifted my head and met his gaze.

He observed me, his lips were red, a bit swollen from kisses. I made a small smirk.

So, I now started to quicken my pace, fixing my eyes on his eyes. Soon I was pounding in him much more intensely, feeling the spread of enormous power and eagerness through my body.

Yep, I was back again!

I raised myself up, grabbing his hips. I was now kneeling in a straightened position and I lifted his hips in the air, holding under his buttocks. He was now swinging in the air as I was slamming into him, his pelvis higher than his head, his red dress, rolled up on his stomach.

Fuck it was good, and crazy hot. He was panting, gasping for air. I squeezed his hips and rocked in him staring straight into his dark blue eyes, and he responded with an intense gaze from under his seductively long eyelashes.

I was almost struck by the shocking realization that only a couple of hours ago, I was treating him as just a roommate, good friend, yes, but... not a lover! Not like that...

It seemed even more forbidden, impossible and exciting.

I broke the unwritten taboo existing between all males.

Don't touch him for too long.

Don't look him straight in the eyes.

Don't cross some emotional barriers.

Don't be tender...

I did it all. Fuck that. Was I gay? I did not care. I almost chuckled, shook by this question.

I was just doing what felt good.

I backed out and rolled him on his stomach. Yep, I went for a doggie. His ass was... yes. Very fine ass. VERY. Not many people, men or women - can say about themselves that they possess such a round, yet firm and shapely ass.

"Fuck, nice ass..." I could not halt myself from this comment. I squeezed it and massaged it for a moment, transfixed on its perfect shape.

In this position, I could, however, do even more. So, I leaned down and reached for his dick... It was hard and wet from leaking pre-cum, hanging heavy between his thighs.

The thought that he wanted it, and was enjoying this act, made me go crazy.

I was thrusting inside him and stroking his dick simultaneously... it was so fucking steel-hard, I could hear the sharp gasps tearing out of his throat on my every thrust. I sped up, my thighs slapping against Adrien's ass as I drilled relentlessly into his heated entrance.

I was sure he was close... But I wanted to see that. I don't know why.

I backed out again and quickly rolled him on his back. He was red in his face, forehead sweaty, he was glancing at me and again looked a bit drunk. Drunk with pleasure this time? Hopefully.

I aligned my dick with his opened, clenching entrance and pushed inside, tearing a loud gasp from his mouth. I resumed plunging into his hole, drawing out and pushing back, filling him full with every move. It was mesmerizing, almost magical.

I once heard that gay sex can't be that wonderful like sex with women as it happened in human ass, but... truly, it's bullshit. Don't ever believe that. It was so much more for me.

The feeling of connection and unity was so powerful that I had trouble breathing. To be honest, I felt so emotional, I could swear, I sensed a single tear roll down my cheek.

This time I also wrapped my fingers around his shaft and started to pump it in earnest, as I knew he was on the edge now. He started to moan louder, not only gasping and panting, now he was whimpering slightly, thrashing his head over the pillow.

So, I decided to angle my dick upward, just to test the waters... Maybe I will manage to make it right?

It was a good move. His eyes opened almost violently, he let out a strangled sound, and he quivered, almost as some electric sensation tore through his body. I also felt my body climbing higher and higher on the ladder of climax, going there quickly. I just wanted to continue sinking in his heated, tight channel, feeling his internal muscles clenching around my shaft.

"Adrien, Adrien..." I murmured, losing myself in him. I wanted to be there, to wallow there, to delve deeper, and my cock was driving so fucking deep inside his body, I could feel my pubes rubbing over his perineum.

"You feel sooo good..." I whispered into his ear.

And then he came, his abdomen clenching.

"Logan...!" He screamed in a long, loud, whining voice. His dick erupted with long, thick ropes of semen spurting and jetting over his chest and neck and some even over his face.

The view alone flailed me over the edge - I blasted forth feeling his anus contracting and pulsing in spasm around my dick. So, I joined him in this ecstasy, gushing from my cock inside his body - we were now moaning in unison, rushing on the blissful waves of the strongest orgasms of our life... to the point of almost losing consciousness, drunk in pure pleasure, free-falling into oblivion of bliss...

Fucking revelation. Fucking, godly revelation!

I soon felt boneless and just slid down like a wet snake, falling over him and squashing him with my 210 pounds. But he did not protest it.

The silence took the entire room into possession. I did not fight it. I couldn't. I only hid my head in the juncture between his shoulder and neck, where I felt I belonged.

And... Soon I was falling into a heavy, dreamless sleep.

***

As I opened my eyes... The light was so shockingly bright, that I swore under my breath.

I felt... awful. Such a contrast to what I felt just before falling asleep. My entire body was bothering me, feeling like I worked out a couple of hours yesterday. My head was pulsing painfully, and I wanted to puke.

I was, however, lying on someone's body, and that was a bit weird, as I did not have a girlfriend since I broke up with Jodie McCarthy two months ago.

I lifted my head and realized who it was and... my memories went back in a second.

I was never one of those guys who can't remember what happened when they got drunk. I usually remembered - mostly everything. However, my decision-making process was always a little off then, and I knew it was like that... last night.

I had sex with my best friend, and my roommate.

It could not end well. No way in hell...

I noticed he started to wake up, so I quickly lowered my head again, pretending I was still asleep. I wanted him to get up first, so I could have a bit more time to think. And I need it. How to deal with this situation? I couldn't just fall on my knees and confess my feelings to him, it would be too weird, right?

But did I have some feelings?

God, how was that even possible? And yet... I realized that - yes - I had feelings for him.

For the last six months, I spent every day with Adrien, sometimes I chose to stay in the room with him, even if I could go on a date and have a fuck.

Just his company was enough for me. His calm demeanor, his cheerful disposition... I always liked him a lot. Was it more? Did something more grow between us, and I had no idea about it? And it just... exploded between us? Like a fucking new universe.

My stomach was full of odd bubbles that were threatening to lift me in the air.

Adrien moved slightly. I knew he was awake and was laying now, probably intensely thinking what to do. Wake me up or try to stand up without waking me up? And he picked the second. He very slowly started to disentangle himself from under me, and as my hand was lying across his chest, he had to grab my wrist and slowly pull it aside.

I pretended to still sleep as I really, really, really needed to think how my expression was supposed to look as he would face me.

Finally, he was up and went to the bathroom for a second, then went back and took something from his closet. Subsequently, he closed the door to the bathroom, and soon I heard water sounds in the shower.

Quickly, I jumped up and grabbed from my closet some old, worn t-shirt I used to sleep in. I wanted to avoid dirtying good clothes, before showering. Of course, I could not parade around naked, not in this situation.

He took a long time under the shower. I managed to eat some snacks and drink a whole bottle of mineral water, and soon I started to walk around our room in small circles, tugging on my hair and biting my lips. Fuck, what should I say, what should I do?

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I mumbled nervously and... turned around.

Adrien stood behind me. I froze. He must have heard my mumbling.

He wore a turtleneck - obviously the hickeys I left on his skin were bothering him. Yep. Ashamed... He never covered them when he was dating Susan Drake. It spoke a volume for me.

One other thing - he had no remnants of makeup, his hair was tied in a ponytail. He looked normal, like Adrien I knew every day. Like Adrien, I got to like and appreciate for the previous half of the year, and got to... love? I swallowed hard.

"Hi," I muttered, wobbling nervously from one leg to another.

A silence and a little staring contest was not a good idea to start this conversation. But I wasn't able to think straight now, or find a better way to wash out the inconvenient truth. "What a night, huh? Crazy, right?"

He blinked and cleared his throat. "Yep. Crazy."

The silence crept up upon us again. I rubbed my chin, then grabbed some things from my closet and was about to go to shower, but he suddenly caught my arm and stopped me.

"Logan." I lowered my gaze to his slim hand.

"Ye...yes?" My voice was awkwardly high-pitched.

"We probably should talk," he added with a weirdly calm tone of voice.

I scanned his face, looking for some kind of hint, an answer? What did he feel?

But I could not read him. What did it mean? Was he planning on distancing himself from the situation? The wave of nervousness that flooded my mind - was crazy strong. Was our friendship on a line here? Everything was now depending on my answer?

I was nineteen.

I was straight before today. And I was afraid to lose my roommate.

So, I panicked. Yes. I panicked.

"What's to talk about?" I blurted out. "I barely remember anything and what I remember... we should forget about that, probably. Right?"

Saying these words I felt like a shit. Something was squeezing my throat. My stomach hurt. I knew I was lying. I did not want to forget about that. But I was so fucking scared, almost mortified, that I was unable to say anything else.

Then I saw his face, getting more and more pale... Getting tense. Getting... angry.

I felt sudden fear. So, I clenched my jaw and ran away, closing the bathroom door behind me - plastering my back to the door. God! I could not face him now.

What did I do? Fuck! I messed it up. The realization of this hit me. Why did I say these stupid things?

It was not what I really wanted to say, not at all. It was the opposite!

I needed to compose myself as quickly as I could, so I went under the shower and let the water calm me down a bit. I stood there for probably half an hour, as the water was soothing my nerves and helping me think. The decisions were born right there.

Then I stepped out of the shower cubicle and shaved myself in front of the mirror, looking straight into my eyes, then I dressed myself up in a fresh, buttoned shirt and pants. I needed to look good for what I was planning to do.

But I was about to be unpleasantly surprised. As I went outside... Adrien wasn't there.

I really hoped he would still be in our room, because I wanted to speak with him... Yep, I needed to talk to him!

A blank, white piece of paper caught my eye. It was on Adrien's desk.

I picked it up, but there was nothing on it. Just a piece of blank paper.

I held it in my hand mindlessly and... suddenly got some flash of insight!

I scooted the paper closer to my eyes, even approached the window to be sure.

Yep! He tried to write something down on the piece of paper, and his pen left a faint indentation on the paper that was under...

My heart paced up. I looked around and noticed my box with old crayons I used to sketch stuff for engineering layouts. I haven't used it for some time now, but... it could be of help. I dusted black crayon using my pocket knife and smeared the dust over the surface of the paper.

And here it was! Adrien's letter that he did not want me to see.

It's what I was able to read:

Logan,

I must say I was waiting for the moment you wake up. Last night you fell asleep and I couldn't. I watched you snoring and thought about what happened. I don't know what it meant to you, I truly don't. But I know that it meant something to me. I wanted to thank you for how you tried not to hurt me, to be gentle, I was so shocked with what happened, but in a way I was happy as well. I had never been with a man before, but I was suspecting I wasn't totally straight for some time now. I didn't know what to expect, but it was better than everything I imagined...

I needed to stop reading for a moment because I was overwhelmed with a wave of strong emotions. And my dick was hard also, but it was a minor inconvenience.

Fuck, fuck, fuck...

Okay. Uff!

Back to reading!

... and I just couldn't sleep after it was over. I wanted to wake you up and tell you what I really feel toward you. For months now. I was so afraid that you would keep your word, that it would truly be the only one time. You asked for it, and you said we would forget about that after. So, I guess you really meant that. You really want to forget. But I can't--"

The letter was cut short at this sentence. Fuck! I grabbed my phone and started to call him, but it went straight to a voicemail.

Trembling, I jumped to my feet and stormed out of the room. I needed to find him, now!

I wanted to wake you up and tell you what I really feel toward you. For months now.

It was swirling in my mind, the single line...

First I ran to Mike's room. After some nervous knocking he opened the door, yawning, still in pajama pants.

"What are you doing here?"

I snorted. "Where is Adrien? I'm looking for him."

"And how do I know? I was sleeping! I thought you went out together..."

I waved with my hands. "Yes, yes, we did, but today he went out in the morning..."

"But what's the problem? Maybe he's at Josh's or in the girls room."

I hesitated. "We had a... an argument. I need to talk to him."

He rubbed his chin. "Sorry, Logan. Can't help ya." I turned around and walked away.

Soon I knocked on the door to Josh's room. He opened straight away, which was already suspicious. Seeing me, his eyes went round. He cleared his throat.

Wow, something was up.

"Where's Adrian?" I almost yelled.

He looked at me weirdly, biting his lip. "You just missed him. He was here."

"What did he want?"

Now Josh tightened his lips and crossed his arms over his chest. "He wanted to change rooms with me. So, he could live here and I would be with you... Did you screw up something?"

"What did he exactly say?!" I snapped.

"Nothing! God, calm down. He was very vague. But insisted on changing rooms..."

"I hope you didn't agree?!" I just could not lower my voice down.

Adrien wanted to run from me? He did not want to talk anymore...

"What's going on, Logan? Are you crazy? Single occupancy rooms are a dream for every freshman! Why would I want to change it for a double? No way in hell."

I felt a wave of relief.

Poor Adrien was stuck with me, but... I was not going to keep him in this distressed state too much longer.

I wanted to wake you up and tell you what I really feel toward you. For months now.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I let out a small breath. "Ok, good. Great. Where is he now?"

"Why do I suppose to know? He was pretty anxious. Maybe he's at Beverly's?"

It was a thought. Adrien and Beverly were good friends. He trusted her. I rushed there almost like a sprinter, not even looking at shocked Josh.

Beverly's room was one floor below, on the south side of the building. It was a room designed for three people. Beverly and Marilyn lived there with their friend, Macy.

The room was very pleasant, but a bit dim, as it had a gigantic maple tree just behind the window.

I knocked on the door nervously and rather loudly.

"Who's there?" It was Beverly's voice.

"Logan."

The moment of silence. Tense silence? "Adrien does not want to talk to you now. Go away, Logan."

I froze. What? What the fuck? So he was there. And he asked Beverly to send me away?

"Adrien! Don't hide from me!" I shouted hitting the door with my fist. I felt frustrated. "We need to talk, come out!"

"Leave him alone Logan, you hurt him. You did enough damage!" I could hear a bitter tone in her voice. She was getting on my nerves, oh yes.

"What the fuck are you saying? What damage, I need to speak with Adrien now, please let me in! It's a private matter!"

"Give him some time, okay? Go away for now, Logan. Don't create any drama here!"

"Drama? Fuck, I won't go away that easy!" I snarled angrily and hurried toward the dorm exit.

Drama, she said! Wrrrrr!

I already had a crazy plan. I circled the building and ran toward the maple tree. I wasn't the easiest tree to climb, I must admit. I needed to jump quite high to get a hold of the lower branch, but after some enraged attempts, I finally made it.

A group of students walking on the footpath near the building stood up and started to stare at me. I didn't care. I was gonna give them a real-life college "drama".

I climbed higher and higher, from one branch to another, walking on boughs toward the second floor where I could see the open window of the girls' room.

My heart was speeding up, and my hands were trembling. Soon I was on the right level to see the inside of their room. I noticed Adrien sitting on Macy's bed and Beverly was standing right in front of him, talking to him, intensely gesticulating. Trying to persuade him to something?

"Adrien!" I yelled.

He flinched and leaped to his feet. He and Beverly started to look around, obviously confused where my voice was coming from.

"Adrien, I read your letter!"

I took his unfinished message out of my pocket, risking falling down in the process, manipulating my hand to wave the white sheet of paper. I was now holding myself on one hand, balancing on a rather thin branch.

But I moved even closer to the building wall, and we were now about thirty feet away.

"Adrien... I managed to read it. It took some clever trick, but crayon dust helped. Please, can we talk? I didn't... I never wanted to hurt you. I panicked when I woke up, I was sure you wanted to forget about everything! I would never have endangered our friendship, so I wanted to give you space to just... pretend nothing happened in case you needed it!"

Adrien came closer to the window and fixed his gaze on me. Beverly and Marilyn were standing just right behind him with widened eyes.

"Logan, are you crazy? You could fall from this tree! Get down now!" he ordered, furrowing his brows.

"Yes, I'm probably a little crazy, Adrien... I definitely went crazy the moment Josh told me you wanted to switch rooms..."

"Can you go down? People are gathering down there..." Adrien pointed to a small crowd of people standing below, some of them with their smartphones up, recording.

"I don't care, Adrien!" I was in a really agitated state, overdramatic and very... nineteen-year-old.

So, what the hell, I went for it! "I love you!"

The silence was, luckily, very short.

People standing below the maple started to clap their hands and cheer for us... Some were yelling encouragement - yet Adrien looked paralyzed.

"I do, Adrien!" I assured him. " You were there when my father died! You were there when Jodie cheated on me. I sobbed on your arm! You were there when I got fired from Subway! You were always there for me, and I was blind not to appreciate you before! Please forgive me! Last night was a revelation for me... Eye-opener. I know it's fucking crazy, but I want to be with you!"

Adrien became fiery red on his cute face, he glanced nervously at people down below. "Are you... serious, Logan?"

"Yes, I was never that serious in my life! Will you be mine?"

People were now whooping it up pretty seriously down there, I was only hoping that this scene would not be trending in social media soon...

"Agree! Agree!" Some students were evidently cheering for me, trying to help me persuade Adrien.

Beverly looked equally stunned, but she squeezed Adrien's arm and mumbled:

"C'mon, agree... A bit overdramatic but also romantic! And he's on the tree! Kinda Romeo...ish?"

"I really thought he was straight..." He mumbled to her.

I managed to get even closer to the building wall and was about to make a jump to the windowsill. "Obviously, I was only sorta straight..." I wanted to explain, but then I heard a loud crack below me... "Fuck!"

"Fuck!!!" People on the ground repeated my shout.

I managed to grab another brunch before the one I was standing on broke, but that one was more elastic and thin, so it started to bend down anyway, taking me with it...

The ground was closing on me a bit too quickly for my comfort.

When I hit the lawn flat on my back, it took my breath away. For a moment, I saw darkness, and then the bright light of the Sun. I had trouble inhaling, but soon people's faces were leaning over me, covering me from blinding sunlight. They were patting me and asking how I was doing. Happily, it wasn't a very dangerous fall.

"Hey, are you okay, dude?" Some voices were inquiring. My head was a bit shook up, everything was swirling around me.

But somebody pushed his way through the crowd. It was Adrien. He kneeled next to me and took my hand, squeezing it.

"Logan!"

"Adrien...it's you?" I squeezed his hand in response. Our eyes met. His lips were trembling. "Will you be mine?" I whispered.

The silence around was so deep, that I could hear my heart beating loudly.

He blushed and slowly nodded. "Yes, I will!"

The people around us started to clap again and congratulate us cheerfully.

Finally, I managed to sit, with some back pain, but nothing too serious.

"I apologize for what I said after you left the shower... I truly panicked," I muttered.

He sighed. "Yeah, well... I kind of agree it would be the only one time, so you had the right to react like that."

"I hope it will be... many more times, Adrien," I breathe out.

And he blushed even more. But after a second, I could see him simpering. He leaned to my ear with a playful smile, "I'm curious however... Do you have a problem with premature ejaculation?"

I snorted. Seriously? Did he really ask about that? What a rascal-ish revenge!

"No! I've never had one! I was always a long runner!"

He winked and grinned. "So, should I take it as a compliment?"

We both chuckled: "Yes, definitely, it is a compliment!" I whispered back, and kissed him passionately, not paying attention to all the people around us.

Soon Beverly and Marilyn joined us with their congratulations.

This evening we were on TikTok, but I did not care, and neither did Adrien.

We were far too busy for that!

Yes, he lost a bet.

But we also won something precious together...