My best friend lived in London. He moved down there around two years ago, with his girlfriend.
We have been friends since we were kids. We knew everything about each other, including my being gay.
I was sat at home when he called me out of the blue.
"Hello." I said.
"Hi mate." Steve replied.
"What do you want?" I ask, laughing.
"I was thinking of coming up there this weekend." He announced.
"Both of you?" I asked.
"No, Tammy is going to some spar with her sister." He said.
I can't say that I was disappointed. His girlfriend and I have never managed to get along. She always hated how much time Steve and I spent together.
"Can I stay in your guest room." He asked.
"Sure." I answered.
"Thanks mate." He said.
"No problem." I replied.
"I'd better get off the phone before I get into trouble." He said.
"Ok mate." I said, laughing.
"See you on Friday." He said.
"Bye mate." I said, before ending the call.
On the Thursday, I got the guest room ready and made sure that the fridge was well stocked with beer. Knowing that it was going to be a messy weekend, I made sure to have an early night.
I got out of bed Friday morning and took a long shower, to wake myself up.
After showering and drying myself off, I got dressed. I wasn't planning on going anywhere, so I wore some sweatpants and a tank top. I never wear underwear under my sweats, especially when I'm staying home.
Steve arrived at my house, around four o'clock. He let him self in, as he always has done.
"Hey." He said, closing the front door.
"Hi mate." I replied, standing up to greet him.
"Take your bag upstairs, while a make a coffee." I said.
Steve started to head up the staircase and I went into the kitchen.
I turned on the coffee machine and went back to the living area. Steve was already back downstairs. He was now standing in the middle of the room.
"I brought that with me." He said, pointing at a PlayStation game that was sitting on the coffee table.
"What is it?" I asked, reaching for it.
"Look at it." He said, sarcastically.
Scanning the front of the case, I saw that it was Mortal Kombat. It's a fighting style game that we used to play together. We played a much older version of it, this was the newest one.
"I thought we could play, like old times." He announced.
"Yeah, that's cool." I said, putting the box back onto the table.
I went back to the kitchen, to get the coffee.
"You got a boyfriend yet?" Steve asked, following behind me.
"No, I'm still single." I answered.
"You're better off that way." He said, smiling.
I didn't comment because I knew that I would end up just bitching about Tammy. Instead, I filled two cups with the coffee and handed one to Steve.
"Thanks mate." He said, taking the cup from me.
We went back into the living room. I sat on one end of the sofa and Steve sat in a chair at the other side of the room.
"I don't want this." Steve announced, putting his coffee on the table.
"Why not?" I asked.
"Because I want a beer." He answered.
"Go and get one then." I said.
Steve stood up and went into the kitchen. He came back into the room, holding two bottles of beer.
"I'm not drinking alone." He said, passing me one of the beers.
"I should of known." I said, smiling.
We continued chatting while we drank the beers. Before long we had pounded six beers each.
I hadn't eaten all day, so I was starting to feel the beer take effect. Steve seemed to be in the same state as me.
"Shall we play that game then?" He slurred.
"Sure mate." I answered.
After putting the game into the console, Steve picked up the two controllers and sat on the sofa next to me.
"I bet that I win the first match." He said, confidently.
"No chance." I said.
"Alright, the loser has to down a beer." He announced.
"Ok, it's a bet." I said, regretting it straight away.
Steve and I have this thing with bets. We make bets on the silliest of things. When a bet was in place, it was more of a promise.
We started playing the game. Steve well and truly kicked my ass. The match was over in no time, with Steve being victorious.
"You are shit." Steve said, being his usual cocky self.
"Fuck off." I said, jokingly.
"Down it then." He said, passing me a full beer.
"No way." I said.
"A bet is a bet." He said, smirking.
I'd never backed out of one of our bets and I wasn't going to start now. I took the beer from him and downed it, with difficulty.
"Good lad" Steve said, as I finished the beer.
We had a few more matches and Steve had won them all. I was ashamed of myself, I used to dominate that game.
"Ready for another match." He asked, already choosing his character.
"I'm ready and I'm gonna win this one." I slurred.
"You will not." He said.
"I will." I argued.
"I bet you that I will win." Steve said, confidently.
"Winner gets a blow job." I said, jokingly.
"It's a bet." He replied.
"Seriously?" I asked, regretting what I'd said.
"The bets in place, no going back on it." He slurred.
"I had better win then." I said, a little worried.
I tried to focus as the match started. Steve's character launched a volley of attacks, quickly winning the first round. I started to sweat, thinking that I was going to lose the whole match.
The second round began. My worry must have motivated me, I won the round in very little time.
