“Damn dude, how are you sniping me like this?”

“You’re the dumbass running into open fields.”

After another round won by me we set the controllers aside. I grabbed the beer can and quickly drank. We weren’t drinking like we do at a party, but I could see he was feeling a slight buzz after the three he had. I had only had two at this point but didn’t feel anything yet. It’s how I’ve always been. I’ve needed like twice as many as some people, and my tolerance has just kept getting better with more nights.

“So can we talk?”

Uh-oh. I looked over at Jake to see he was looking at me all serious like. I knew where this had to be going.

“What’s up?”

“About that night.”

I sighed before I leaned forward. I should have known it wasn’t gonna just stay silent for forever. “I figured this would come up some time.”

“Just I don’t know why I started it, maybe the E or maybe I was just drunk. Just, I never thought of anything like that before.”

“I know. I mean you never said you were straight, but you always seemed like a straight guy.”

“Yeah. Look I don’t wanna mess up what we got going on.”

“Same.”

God this feels awkward. Maybe Dr. Robert is right and I shouldn’t be fucking my friends. What am I thinking? Dr. Robert is always right.

“But that was the hottest night of my life.”

That surprises me, but I can’t look up at him. This is just awkward. I don’t do awkward. It’s why I don’t like to do relationships. Just too much drama for me.

“How much of it do you remember?”

“Not a lot, but I knew I like it. And then that next morning I do remember.”

I looked at him to see that he was looking right at me. His face was entirely serious and I could almost see something in his eyes, maybe desire but I don’t know. “What are you trying to say? Are you trying to say you’re bi now?”

“No. Only guy I’ve been with is you. I don’t really want to do anything with a guy.”

“Oh okay.”

“Unless that guy is you.”

Damn. I can’t lie. That was hot to hear. I just stare at him speechless. He stares back. Again I can see that glint of desire in his blue eyes. I don’t know what come overs me. I don’t even have a buzz to blame it on. But I quickly rush over to his side of the couch. Our lips collide with each other. My tongue immediately pushes at his lips. I’m reaching around him so I can pull him closer to me.

Wait. What the fuck am I doing? This is like my best friend now. And here we are making out.

I try to pull away. Try is the right word because as I’m starting to pull away I feel him grab my shirt and pull me right back. His tongue is in my mouth. I can taste the beer on his breath. I can feel his other hand grabbing the small of my back and pulling him onto his lap. Well I guess we’re doing this.