Duncan was shirtless and wearing sweatpants when I arrived at his apartment, an outfit that reminded me too much of Dylan’s loungewear. Fortunately he looked nothing like Dylan, so I didn’t have to think about him when Duncan pulled me into the apartment, shut the door, and forced me up against it, kissing me hard and fast.

“A ‘hey, how are you doing, Justin,’ would be nice,” I muttered against his mouth.

“You look fine,” Duncan said, sliding an appreciative hand down my torso before undoing my pants and digging into my undewear. I bit back a gasp when he latched onto my cock. “Very fine.”

“Mmm,” I moaned, grabbing his head and dragging him down to kiss him. He tasted a bit like bourbon, though he didn’t seem drunk. As I wrapped my arms around his neck, he surprised me by crouching, wrapping his hands around the back of my thighs, and heaving me up into his arms. As much as I hated being short and skinny, there were times it had its perks. Even guys as long and thin as Duncan could manage to pick me up and throw me on the couch, and the aggression felt like an electric shock to my dick. Before Duncan could even fully bend down beside me, I grabbed the back of his head and yanked him down toward my crotch.

“Someone’s eager,” Duncan said with a smirk. “Who was it who just chastised me for not taking the time to ask you about your day?”

“You started it,” I grumbled.

“Let me get a condom and some lube. Take off your pants in the meantime.”

As Duncan stood up and headed to the bathroom, I shimmied out of my skintight jeans and kicked off my cowboy boots, one of which struck the lamp and knocked it off its table. I considered getting up to right it, but then Duncan returned and all thoughts of fallen lamps fluttered out of my mind.

Duncan sat on the couch, folding one leg underneath him and draping the other over the side. If the speed with which he put a condom on me was any indication, Duncan was about as well-practiced with it as me. I was going to ask him what the lube was for if he was going to suck me off, but I didn’t have time because when he put my cock in his mouth, my ability to process language shorted out. I didn’t have to wonder for long anyway. With one hand, he yanked up my thigh until it was pressed against my stomach. He slid two fingers from the other up inside me, slick with lube and brutal from the start.

I would have liked to say I lasted more than a few minutes, but Duncan knew how to chase down an orgasm. I’d barely pulled my thoughts back together before Duncan flipped me over and flattened himself against my back, his length lubed and hard against my ass.

“You okay with this?” he whispered in my ear as his hips bore down into me.

I was probably too sensitive from just coming, but I couldn’t stand the idea of letting this moment go to waste, so I nodded and spread my legs as much as I could when squashed against a couch. Duncan’s style tended to be rough and merciless, so I was a little surprised that he rocked into me gently, nibbling at my ear and the back of my neck with unusual tenderness.

I was a total whore for it.

It was fucked up, that I could suck strangers off in bathrooms and in cars and behind Dumpsters but get so hot and heavy over ear kisses, but I loved a slow torture more than anything. Duncan realized this rather quickly and took full advantage, alternating his thrusting between fast and slow, murmuring dirty shit in my ear that I didn’t even comprehend because my mind was so blown out. Something about being a sweet slut, perhaps. Whatever. I gasped and moaned over it anyway.

I didn’t have it in me to come again, but I’d gotten half-hard by the time Duncan’s fucking turned ferocious. He pulled out moments after he came, something I protested with a soft whine. I felt his weight leave the couch, and I pushed myself onto my elbows to take into account my surroundings. There was a large wet spot on the couch pillow because I’d drooled all over it. I quickly flipped it around to the dry side before Duncan came back.

Duncan returned with the bourbon he must have been drinking before I showed up and offered me a small glass of it. Bourbon wasn’t really my thing, but I never turned down free alcohol. I sat up and took the glass, crossing my legs in hopes it’d make my boner less obvious.

Duncan had something else in his hand—a pipe and a baggie of weed. I had no idea where he got that, but when I saw it, I gave him a look.

“You smoke?” he asked.

“Occasionally.”

“Let me get a lighter.”

“You wanna get high right now? Aren’t you tired?”

“Not really,” Duncan said as he walked back to the kitchen. I heard him rooting around in some drawers. “I’m feeling pretty good.”

I was tired, and I hadn’t even done any work. When Duncan returned, he sat down on the couch beside me, stuffed the bowl, and heated it with a lighter. After inhaling deeply, he handed it to me. It would be rude to turn it down, so I followed suit, letting the smoke fill my lungs before slowly exhaling it.

We each took a few hits before Duncan started kissing me again. Usually he only kissed me when he was horny, but we were both too worn out to fuck again, so the kissing was slow, careful, and relatively tame, even if we were still both naked. I was soon enveloped by the warmth and comfort of the high, and I began to feel that the kissing meant more than it ever had before.

“Hey Duncan,” I whispered against his mouth. “Duncan.”

“Mm?” He pulled away, but only enough to free my lips. He continued kissing the side of my face.

“You’ve had a boyfriend before, right?”

“Casual ones, I guess. My only long-term girlfriend was in high school.”

I’d forgotten that he was bisexual. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” He pulled away a little. “She died though.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

Duncan pointed to the flower in the center of his chest. “Her name was Lily.”

“Like from Harry Potter?”

“What?” Duncan scrunched up his face in confusion.

“Uh, never mind.” I was a total idiot when high.

“Dude, I’ve never fucking read Harry Potter.”

“Have you seen the movies?”

“No.”

“Oh.” I rubbed my face, because it was feeling a little tingly. “How’d—how’d she die?”

Duncan sighed and leaned back against the couch, legs spread and arms lightly crossed over his stomach. “Drunk driving. We were at a party together and got into a fight, and she left. She ended up running off the road and slamming into a tree. Died on impact.”

“Jesus, Duncan.” Here we’d gotten high in hopes of feeling better, but now I felt worse. I wondered if he’d be telling me this sober. “That’s terrible.”

“Yeah.” He rubbed his palms on his thighs, and for the first time, he looked unsure. “It fucking sucked.”

“Do you think that’s why you only have casual boyfriends now?”

“I dunno.”

“We could be boyfriends.”

“What?” His expression could be one of confusion or one of derision, and I honestly couldn’t tell.

“I mean maybe. If you wanted.” Fuuuck, why was I saying this shit? I was exhausted and high, and it was probably two in the morning by now.

“Justin, all we ever do is fuck.”

“You wanna do that. I just go along with it. It’s not like I can’t, like, do other shit.”

Duncan chuckled, his head tilting back toward the ceiling. He had such a long beautiful neck. I wanted to push my face against it.

“You shouldn’t put out so soon,” Duncan muttered. “Why buy the cow if you get the milk for free?”

“You’re so fucking mean.”

Duncan laughed.

“Seriously, you are. You’re always mean to me.”

“I dunno, if you don’t want people being mean to you, try not to moan like such a slut when they are.”

I didn’t have anything to say to that. I knew that I should be mad, but for now I was too baked to get upset about it. I wanted to touch him because he was beautiful and I was so horny, but my body felt too heavy to be of much use.

“Josh told me you two used to date,” Duncan muttered after a long silence.

“Why have you been talking to Josh?”

“I dunno, man, we just chatted online a bit.”

“Digging for dirt on me?”

“Maybe.” Duncan reached over and rubbed my thigh. “What was your relationship like?”

“Normal, I guess.”

“Is he where you learned how to top?”

“What?”

Duncan grinned. “I have a sense of these things. Josh is as submissive as a baby lamb. Bet you took advantage of that, huh? Kinda hot.”

“Josh is—that is none of your business.”

“Mmm, maybe we could have a threesome,” Duncan muttered, closing his eyes with a smug smile. I slapped his chest, and he laughed.

“Stay away from Josh. He doesn’t need your bullshit.”

“And you do?”

“I’m used to pissholes like you. Josh is better than both of us.”

“Hmm, what about that albino kid you were out with tonight? What about him?”

“He’s not albino. He’s just very blond.”

“How old was he? Twelve?”

I had no idea how Duncan could tell Thad was young when I’d thought Thad was in his early twenties. Maybe Duncan had a better sense of people than I did. Or maybe Duncan had no clue how old he was. Maybe he was just trying to upset me, which seemed to be a favorite pastime for so many men I fucked around with.

“Nineteen,” I muttered, flushing. I was not good at lying under the influence.

“What was the thing on his face?”

“What thing on his—oh. The birthmark?”

“Huh. Thought it was some kind of weird hickey you gave him.” Duncan smirked.

“On his chin? Why would I be sucking on his chin?” I shook my head, steadying myself with a hand on the couch. “We’re friends, okay? Some people have friends.”

“The kid looked kinda dorky.”

“He’s not dorky.” That wasn’t true, but I hated the spin Duncan put on it. In fact, I hated Duncan talking about him at all. Josh could handle his own, but I felt weirdly protective of Thad—of his natural sweet nature and unabashed enthusiasm for things. “Shut up about him.”

“Touchy, touchy.”

“I should probably go.”

“What? You’re gonna drive while high?”

Wouldn’t be the first time. “I’ll manage.”

“Nah.” Duncan latched onto my wrist as I struggled to stand. “Dude, I just told you my girlfriend died when she got drunk and got behind the wheel of a car. You’re staying here until you sober up.”

“I’ll stay if you stop talking shit about my friends.”

Duncan threw up his hands. “Alright. Okay. Sorry, princess.”

“And don’t call me princess.”

“Sure.”

I knew he wouldn’t keep his word. I stayed anyway.