Author's Note: Hi! This is a prequel to Too Sweet set roughly fiveish years before, but it can be read as a stand alone story.
For those who wanted some m/m scenes with Teddy - here you go!
Content warnings: drug use, drinking, sex under the influence (no noncon or dubcon), and one confused boy trying to figure out life through some questionable choices.
As always, thanks for reading! Leave me a comment if you liked it :)
1
Teddy
I didn't bother with beer that night. Granted, I didn't bother with the bar at all. I didn't have enough cash to get as fucked up as I wanted to be at bar prices. Instead, I was outside, in the alley behind the bar, with Ben and Ira, passing a fifth of whiskey between us. They weren't speaking to each other. I didn't feel like playing couples therapist, so I ignored them and focused on moving whiskey from the bottle to my blood.
"Slow down, Ted," Ira warned me. I scoffed. Just based on the way he was tapping his fingers and sweating, he was on something besides just the whiskey and in no position to lecture me.
Ira was not my brother, but we claimed to be brothers. It confused people considering he was short, but broad and fit, with white blond hair, the kind of complexion a fairy tale would describe as 'fair', and the most unsettling pale gray eyes. The only thing he and I visually had in common was a dedication to the gym considering that I was tall, with dark curls, blue eyes, and deeply tan skin thanks to my Mexican mother.
"What are you on tonight?" I asked him.
Ira rolled his eyes and didn't answer.
Ben, my best friend and, in an earlier life, my highschool boyfriend, was leaning on the brick wall and watching people on the sidewalk while he ignored both of us. He was tall and thin, gangly might have been the word to describe him if he didn't make it work so well. He wore his tightly coiled, dark hair in short locs that he generally kept tied in a loose bundle at the back of his head.
"Ira! Teddy!" Someone shouted at us from the sidewalk. I worked out the approaching figure to be Mike and grinned. Mike would be a lot more fun than the bickering couple. Ben sighed and pushed the bottle back into my hands.
"I'm out," he said. "Ira, you coming with me or are you fucking around with
Mike
again?"
"With you, Benji," Ira said with a wince. "You know I'll always pick you over him."
"Yeah, ok," Ben softened and accepted Ira's arm around his waist for a moment. He pushed Ira off again when the short blond lit up a cigarette. "Gross."
"I'll brush my teeth," Ira said and shrugged. He waved and left me to get in trouble with the man Ira and I only counted as a friend with a lot of caveats.
"Ira's leaving?" Mike asked when he reached me.
"Yep," I answered. I didn't elaborate.
"His old lady can't party," Mike scoffed.
"Lay off Ben," I warned him.
"Right, right, right," Mike said and held up his hands with a grin. Mike was easily as tall as me, but built lean and long instead of broad and sturdy, with an easy grace to his limbs that called to mind dancers and gymnasts. I looked at his crooked grin, carefully styled dark hair, and honey colored eyes and let my irritation go. You had to do that if you wanted to hang out with Mike. He was an asshole. That's just Mike.
"What are you up to tonight?" I asked him.
"Thought I had a show to go to out at the Local, but looks like that shit fell through," Mike sighed. "Now I got a pocket full of party and no party to take it to."
"I'm in, let's go find some trouble," I said and finished off the last dregs of the whiskey.
"Aw, fuck yeah," Mike's grin grew bigger. "Who's playing here tonight?"
"No one worth seeing," I told him. "Ira went with Ben and Foz is out of town. My place?"
Mike looked surprised.
"Your place for... video games?" he asked.
"No," I chuckled and backed Mike up to the wall. I planted my hands on either side of his shoulders and leaned in to speak in his ear. "Not for video games."
I felt Mike tremble. His breath was shaky on my skin. I moved back to look in his eyes. He was still grinning, but his eyes were hesitant.
"You in?" I asked him.
"Thought you were dating that girl. Lisa? Lesley?" he said doubtfully.
"Liv," I supplied. "And no, I'm not. Not anymore."
"Then of fucking course I'm in," Mike said and pressed his hips forward to mine. "Let's go."
...
We did not make it through the front door before Mike had his tongue halfway down my throat. I growled and kissed him back hard until he moaned and gave in to my lead. I pushed him off long enough to unlock the door and shove him inside.
"I really do have a shit ton of drugs in my pocket if you wanted something," Mike volunteered as he yanked my shirt off. "Jesus, Ted. You ever pick up anything less than a hundred pounds?"
I smirked. My chest and arms were all thanks to the work I did, but my abs were a labor of love. Mike ran his hands along the lines and groaned.
"What do you have?" I asked him.
"Standard party shit," Mike said. "Thought I was going to have a lucrative night at that pseudo pop rave bullshit. You like poppers?" He stopped feeling up my muscles long enough to empty his pockets out on the coffee table. I didn't recognize it all, I wasn't really that much of a partier, but Mike sure had a variety of colorful pills, powders, and vials.
"Hm, pot?" I asked him. I wasn't going to risk something that would knock out my erection. I wanted to fuck Mike more than I wanted to blot out Liv with whatever those baggies contained.
"Boring," Mike snickered, but he snatched a baggie and started rolling us a joint. He flicked a lighter and inhaled before he handed it off to me. We sat on the couch and chatted like I wasn't shirtless and we hadn't just molested each other in the entry. Mike pounced on me when we both started giggling and licked from my sternum to my abs. I groaned and let him explore, just enjoying the sensation of his lips and tongue on my skin.
"Come on," I grunted when he started pulling at my belt. "Bedroom."
Last thing I fucking needed was Ira getting home from a fight with Ben and finding me balls deep in his old fuckbuddy in the living room. We all knew Mike was a bad decision, but I was pretty open to bad decisions that night.
I shoved Mike through my bedroom door and locked it behind us. He didn't wait, he was already back on me, tugging at my belt and trying to get my jeans off. I pushed him back and pulled his shirt off first. He had the kind of long, lean muscles I associated with swimmers. I ran my hands down his chest and squeezed his pecks roughly. He moaned and shuddered, leaning into my touch and lifting those honey sweet, desperate eyes to mine.
"I'm in charge," I growled. Mike nodded eagerly and again tried to pull off my jeans. I helped him that time, peeling my jeans off to leave just my boxers. I immediately demanded that he strip his off, as well. Mike jumped to obey, shedding his tight jeans and standing in front of me in a pair of tight, dark blue briefs.
I already knew he was hung. Ira had told me at some point in all the years he and Mike spent painting the town red. It was still a joy to see that impressive dick in person, though. He was bigger than me, though I wasn't exactly a slouch in that area, and so hard that the tip was threatening to escape the elastic and leaking enough precum that his briefs looked almost wet with it. I stepped close to him and fisted my hand in his dark hair. Mike whimpered and leaned against me submissively. I sat back on the bed and pushed Mike down to his knees.
"Suck my dick," I told him. Mike grinned up at me and slowly, reverently pulled my boxers off. He licked his lips and let a trembling breath chill me before he leaned forward and kissed the tip. I let him choose the pace. He was an eager cocksucker, licking and kissing my shaft and working his way down to my balls. He spent time down there, sucking and nuzzling and moaning softly.
"God, Mike. You love that, huh?" I groaned and played with his hair. Mike just moaned in agreement and moved up to make out with my dick, slowly crawling back up and, without warning, taking half of me into his mouth. I watched in awe as he pushed me to the back of his throat and started to swallow me down.
Oh, fuck. No one had ever done that to me before. I wasn't ready for the tight, quivering suction of Mike's throat. He moaned and sent vibrations through me. I panted and focused on not blowing my load before we even got going. Mike eased off to breathe again, working me with his hands while he panted.
"I like it rough, Ted," he said with his eyes watering and his face streaked with spit. "Don't hold back."
I twisted my fist in his hair again and looked down at his grinning, pleasure-struck face.
"I'm in charge," I reminded him. "You'll take what I give you." Mike whined and nodded eagerly.
Realistically, rough wasn't what he would get. That just wasn't me. I was happy to pull his hair and play at being the big man, but I wasn't going to really hurt him. I pulled him up by the hair and pushed him onto his hands and knees on my bed.
I squeezed the globes of his ass appreciatively. The man must have spent hours squatting to get an ass like that. I smacked one cheek and grinned at the bounce of his flesh and the way Mike moaned and stuck his ass out further.
I spread his cheeks and admired his hole. Just a perfect, inviting little pucker. Mike nearly jumped off the bed when I swiped my tongue over it.
"Woah," I said and caught him before he fell off. "Relax. Someone has to have rimmed you before?"
Mike was laughing then. He repositioned himself in front of me, arching his back and sticking that tempting ass out again. "Yeah, just didn't think you would. You seem vanilla."
I snorted at that. He had no idea. I wasn't planning on giving him much of an idea, though. Mike would be fun to fuck, but the thought of being
vulnerable
with him made my skin crawl.
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