Xavier
I stretched my arms above my head, twisting from side to side. My body ached like I spent hours at the gym, but I knew I hadn’t been in weeks.
Fuck, even my nipples hurt.
How was that even possible?
And my mouth was dry like the desert as I tried to swallow.
I tasted something, maybe a little sweet.
I ran my tongue over my teeth and clucked it, trying to produce even a small amount of saliva to wet my mouth.
What the fuck was that flavor?
“Pineapple,” I said to what I thought was an empty room.
“You weren’t complaining last night.” I jumped at the sound of a deep, raspy voice.
Looking around an unfamiliar room in a panic, my gaze landed on a man standing only a few feet from the bed. He wore a towel around his waist and looked freshly showered. A wide grin stretched out over his face.
And in his hand he held a tube of K-Y lubricant. Shaking it from side to side, he tilted his head just slightly and licked his lower lip. “In fact, you were saying you’ve never tasted anything better. You insisted pineapple was your favorite.”
He wagged his eyebrows suggestively and my stomach began to roll.
As in huge tsunami fucking waves of anxiety.
I felt sick.
“You kept saying ‘more, give me more,’” the guy added and that was all it took.
I tried to slowly slip from the bed, my eyes still locked on this strange guy who looked at me like he was about to devour me.
The grin on his face fucking creeped me out, I’m not gonna lie.
Then he laughed, a deep chuckle as he started tossing the K-Y into the air and catching it. Still grinning.
I began to move faster because the way my stomach was rolling I felt at any moment I might be sick.
In the process of attempting to escape, my feet got tangled in the sheets of the bed and I fell to the floor next to the bed, face first.
My bare ass now in clear view.
Oh fuck, he moaned; I just knew I heard him moan.
And on instinct I clenched my ass, doing all I could to cover it with the sheet and my hand.
“Slow down,” the guy insisted. “I wouldn’t want you hurting the goods.”
Did I mention I was horrified?
My stomach still churned at the idea of what we’d done the night before. I had absolutely nothing against homosexuality; it just wasn’t something I was into.
I scurried across the floor, just needing a minute to clear my head. Hoping like hell last night would come back to me.
Sitting down on the floor of the bathroom next to the running shower, I took a few deep breaths. Running my hand over my stomach and up my chest, my fingers caught on something.
Pierced?
My fucking nipples were pierced.
“I really like those,” the guy said from the doorway, noticing me inspecting them. “I think last night you said something about tugging on them made you hard.”
And that was all it took.
I was done.
I got up on my knees and began heaving.
My entire body tensed with each gag.
“Marcus,” a girl’s voice filled the room and I tried to look up but continued to heave.
“Seriously?” the girl asked again and I was finally able to turn my head to the side. “Leave him alone.”
It was the girl.
The one from the “have you ever” game. The one I was looking for all night.
“You?” I whispered and she knelt down at my side.
She too had a towel wrapped around her and I looked between the two of them. What in the hell did I get myself into last night?
How the hell did I end up here? In some crazy ass threesome?
At least it could have been two girls.
And as if she could see the crazy scenarios rolling around in my mind, she smiled.
“You don’t remember, do you?” she asked.
“Remember what?” I was afraid to hear her answer, but I knew it would fuck with my head if I didn’t know.
“That jokester over there is my roommate, Marcus.” She nudged her head toward the doorway, but I didn’t look. My stomach was still rolling and I could already sense he was still giving me that look of his.
The weird one.
I didn’t want to see it again, like ever.
“It was just me and you, Romeo,” she clarified, and I felt my body instantly relax.
I closed my eyes and let reality sink in.
I hooked up with her alone; relief.
“Is that a tramp stamp?” The guy from the doorway spoke again, causing me to open my eyes.
I thought he was pointing to the girl, but they were both examining me instead.
“A what?” I asked, trying to look behind me to see what they seen. Forget the fact that I was on their bathroom floor, nude, after just puking. That had long since been forgotten.
“A tattoo across your lower back,” the guy added, leaning in closer. “It looks like a chain of cocks.”
I hung my head, knowing full well where, or should I say who, was responsible for my new found ink. I just prayed the shit would wash off eventually.
The guy I knew as Marcus chuckled, only causing the girl to laugh. I looked up and her eyes locked on mine.
And suddenly I regretted not remembering my night with her.
There was something in her eyes. A sweetness about her, unlike other girls I’d been with. She wasn’t prissy, or overly confident. Just real.
When she noticed I was staring, her cheeks reddened and she looked away quickly.
I liked that.
And then I remembered my other new addition to body art.
Lifting my hand, I ran it over my new piercings, regaining her attention.
“And these?” I asked.
“What, you didn’t have those before last night either?” She smiled as she and her roommate exchanged another look of surprise. “Well, when you came back here you had both, so I’m not sure when you got those either.”
I already knew who was responsible. This had Red written all over it.
I just found myself wondering how in the hell I didn’t feel the pain from the needle or whatever the asshole used to shove through my nipples. Or where in the hell the rings came from to begin with.
How the hell did one sleep through such a thing?