My pocket vibrates. I take out my phone, and see that I've received a text from Jay. It's the same "cryptic" text I get whenever he's getting drunk. "yo, u up?" I look at the text and sigh a few times. I always think that the next time I see him, it'll be the last. He's no good for me, but I can't help that he's intoxicating. The way he smirks at me, the way he brushes my arm, the way his lips find their way to mine...I text him back. "Yeah. Just hanging out at Blake's." After I hit send, I shake my head slightly and slip my phone back into my pocket. I think to myself that maybe tonight, he won't ask me. He'll just be drunk texting, and nothing will really happen. Subconsciously, I want him to ask. Blake mentions something about a commercial on the TV; I nod my head absentmindedly, pulling out my phone again as it vibrates. "wanna meet up? lol" I cringe slightly, but my fingers automatically begin texting him back. I don't even have to think twice before I realize I'm already hitting send. "Sure. Where are you?" Blake looks over at me, raises and eyebrow, but says nothing. I lean my head back on the couch, absentmindedly watching the TV as I wait for Jay's next text. I wonder how drunk he is tonight; I realize I really don't care. My leg vibrates. "come pick me up, i'm at sarah's" I sigh lightly, not even bothering to respond. Blake looks over at me, and then back at the TV. "You leaving?" I shrug my shoulders as I get up, grabbing my keys. "Yeah, guess so. Not like you're any fun." I laugh, and he chuckles. He shrugs, and kicks his feet up onto the coffee table. "Stay out of trouble, okay?" He looks at me. "I mean it, Travis." I salute lazily, and smirk. "I'll call you later, okay?" Blake smiles and nods. I wave, and before I know it I'm in my car and speeding down to Sarah's apartment. I text Jay once I'm outside. "Hey, I'm here..." After hitting send, I realize the ellipsis probably looked dumb. He's drunk though, I think to myself. He won't think anything of it. I look over at the apartment complex as I hear a door close. He walks towards my car; I unlock the door, and he cooly slides into the passenger seat. He grins. "Well, well. Whooo do we have here tonight, hm?" He speaks as he closes the door, and moves his seat back a little. I roll my eyes at him and manage to let out a laugh; it sounds fake, but I know he can't tell the difference. "Shut up. What were you doing at Sarah's?" I know the answer, but can't help to make awkward conversation. It'd be too weird to jump into things with Jay. That's just not us. "What the fuck do you think we were doing?" He smirks, and lays his head back as he closes his eyes. "Man, she gives good head. Seriously. I swear, if I never met you, I'd think she was the fucking shit." He opens one eye and glances over towards me, smirking again. I shake my head, and punch him lightly in the arm. He yelps, and looks at me threateningly. "Watch it or you'll regret it." I raise an eyebrow at him, and laugh. "Like you'd ever do anything to me." He lets out a boyish giggle, and shrugs his shoulder. "Alright, you got me. What can I say? I liiiiike you." He giggles again. "We should date. Yeah. You and me...fuck Sarah. Fuck your boyfriend, too. What's his name? Blake? Let's set up Sarah and Blake..." He lets out a laugh, as if he's told the joke of the century. I shuffle in my seat, letting out an awkward chuckle, and shift my focus to his pants. He's hard already; odd. I wonder if Sarah really gave him head. He catches my stare, and readjusts himself. For a moment, he seems to be sober as he looks me in the eye. He moves his mouth to say something, but stops. He slumps back into the chair, closes his eyes again, and lets out a sigh as he moves his arm towards mine. His hand finds mine, and he begins to stroke my palm. I shiver. I can't help but begin to trace up his arm, like instinct. I feel myself wanting to pounce onto him, but I know I can't. He'd be out of here in a second. As much as I don't want him, I can't help but want him so badly. I take it slow. As my fingers move towards his chest, I realize he's wearing a V-neck shirt. Also odd; he hates those shirts. I bet Sarah made him wear it. As my hand moves across his chest, he stirs slightly, and a tiny smile appears on his face. I slip my hand down the V opening, and massage his pec. He smirks. Even though I know he hates it, it's almost become an "inside joke" between us---I pinch his nipple. He raises an eyebrow, and says nothing. I stop for a second and recollect my thoughts. He seems different tonight. Maybe he's drunker than usual. I shrug, and remove my hand from his shirt. Without a word, he slips off the V-neck and throws it into the back. He looks over at me, then closes his eyes and leans back again. I know how he works, and I know what he wants next. I look down and realize he's not wearing a belt. Less work for me. My hand makes its way to the button on his jeans, and I unbutton them. His zipper almost unzips itself, as his erection gains some freedom. I unzip it fully, and stare at his cock through his briefs. Beautiful. I look him over, a sight I never get to see other than in the darkness of the night. I wonder what he looks like in the day. No matter; he's a Greek God. My Apollo. I laugh inside my mind, and shake my head. I can be so dumb sometimes. I hover my hand over his dick, but stall for a moment. I look at his closed eyes, and listen to his breathing. I try to figure out what he wants tonight. Straight to the point; just whip it out and go to town? Or is he wanting me to play around? I almost think he's asleep, until he cracks open an eye and speaks, breaking the silence. "What?" I blink. It's the first time he's ever questioned me in such a way, during a time like this. I think of what to say, but my mind draws a blank. I shrug, trying to play it cool. "Don't know what you're in the mood for tonight." He sits up slightly and grabs my hand. He forces my hand into his briefs, and wraps it around his throbbing warm cock. He looks me in the eyes, but as he lays his head back he doesn't look away. TBC.