Sometimes alcohol gets the best of a person. Especially when said person rarely drinks. Benny's girlfriend was very much a light drinker, which was the primary reason she had passed out on the couch adjacent Benny and his friend Travis. Both Benny and Travis had downed their fair share of beer that evening too, all in shallow celebration of nothing more than spending time together. And while Benny was also feeling some the effects, Travis felt very little, having a far higher tolerance.
"Seems your girl is out like a light," Travis laughed, tilting his PS4 controller to the right as his onscreen avatar dodge a barrage of bullets.
"Yeah, I'm not too surprised, really. I told her to slow down," Benny said, following Travis' lead in the game, though doing so a bit sluggishly.
Benny was only around 5'5" and had a rather small frame for a guy, one not much larger than his girlfriend's. And, like his girlfriend, he had bright blue eyes offset by dirty blonde hair—though his was clearly darkening with age. He was clean shaven and sported a soft jawline, all features that stood in contrast to his friend, Travis. It was likely his small frame, moreover, that contributed to his own tipsiness.
Travis was quite a few inches taller than his friend, standing at exactly 6 feet. He had dark hair and eyes the color of a wolf's fur, which is to say the sort of grey that shimmers in the moonlight should one catch their glance at just the right angle. Having been the more athletic of the two, he also sported flat, firm pectorals with matching abs, something he flaunted by always wearing tight t-shirts.
"Watch out!" Travis yelled out, but it was too late. Benny's avatar met a rocket to the face, filling his side of the screen with a massive explosion. A respawn countdown appeared against his then darkened side of the screen.
"Damn it. That's it. I'm done. I've had it with this." Benny slammed his controller to the table with enough force to shake it and knock his soda to the floor, but thankfully not enough force to break anything. The table was make of sturdy oak anyway, as opposed to the cheap prefab stuff, so it would have taken a mighty force to do so much as crack the surface, a strength of which Benny was very much incapable.
"Great, now look what you did. Better clean that up before Sarah wakes up and rips you a new one."
"I'm sure you'd love to see that," Benny huffed, standing up.
"Oh, I would love to see lots of things," Travis said with a certain flirtatious edge in his voice.
It had been five years since Travis came out. He and Benny had been roommates in college, and Benny had been one of the few to know his secret before anyone else. It made sense, considering Benny had walked in on Travis with another guy a few different times. They shared a room, after all, with bunks directly across from one another. Benny sort of hated it at first though. Not the fact that his friend Travis was gay. But the fact that, when he came out, people would always make a snide comment along the lines of, "I would have thought it'd be you, Benny, if either of you." Sure, Benny was the smaller, more feminine of the two, especially contrasted against Travis' toned, muscular body, but what did that have to do with anything? Benny had been with Sarah for two years prior to Travis' little coming out, so he always got extra pissed at the suggestion. Still, Travis was his good friend and he stood by him through thick and thin.
That was why he did not think twice to agreeing to allow Travis to stay with him and his girlfriend for the week. Travis had been in the middle of a move from his rental home in the suburbs to an apartment in the city that was a bit closer to his office. He worked as a journalist for a sports magazine and was recently promoted, giving him enough of a paycheck to finally afford a better place. Unfortunately, he put in his notice to the landlord a tad early, and now needed a place to stay while the tenants of the apartment cleared out.
"Yeah, I'm sure," was all Benny replied as he walked to the kitchen for some paper towels. He could feel Travis' leer as he walked away from him. He knew by the men he had caught Travis with that he was just the type Travis went for, and he had become used to the flirting and looks. It even felt nice feeling desired like that. Though he did grow weary of having to remind Travis that he was not gay, and that he, indeed, had a girlfriend. When they were drinking, Travis seemed to go a bit further than he ought, but it never breached the unwritten contract of "do not touch."
It did not help that it was evening time and all three of them had long since slipped into their pajamas though. Sarah was curled up beneath her blanket on the couch in her white shirt and pink fluffy shorts. Benny was still in his button up black shirt but had on a pair of pajama bottoms that were black with an AC/DC design up and down the legs. Travis was a bit more bold, wearing just a simple white t-shirt with a pair of grey boxer-briefs that did very little to conceal his massive girth. Benny would be more than a little angry for any guy to dress like this around his girlfriend, and he knew Sarah had stolen peaks of Travis—he could not really blame her considering how obnoxiously bold that bulge was—but Travis was his friend and, well, gay, so he knew he had nothing to worry about.
Nothing to worry about in regards to Travis putting the moves on Sarah, anyway. And, while, he never would have thought Travis would do more than flirt with him, this evening would prove him to be incredibly wrong.
It was not two moments after he entered the kitchen, stood on his toes, and reached for the paper towels that were on the top shelf in the top cabinet, than did he feel Travis press against him from behind. Benny's eyes grew two sizes as he felt Travis' bulge do the same. The contract had been broken.
"What are you doing, man?" Benny yelped out.
"I was just going to help you grab the paper towels, shortie mcgee," Travis responded, coolheaded as could be. He leaned tightly against Benny, his bulge digging in between Benny's cheeks enough to slide his cotton bottoms up his crack. Travis then grabbed the towels from over Benny and backed up.
Benny turned to face his friend, his cheeks reddened with both anger and embarrassment. Travis' lips curled to one side in a smirk, his wolf eyes half-shut with a glazed over I'm-gonna-eat-you-for-dinner look. He handed the towels to Benny, turned, and walked back to the living room. Benny was shocked, and stood there in the kitchen as he watched his friend walk away. This was too much. He had never been quite that aggressive before. It had to be the alcohol. But that did not make sense, of course. They had been drunk together plenty of times before. Maybe he really was just trying to help, and let the closeness get the better of him? Benny was not sure. He just knew what he didn't know: how to respond. His body, on the other hand, seemed to have a pretty good idea, as he felt a hard little twitch from beneath his bottoms as his own cock came to life. Benny had never thought of being with another man. He preferred women and had been more than happy with his sex life with Sarah. She was a wildcat in bed. A perfect dear in public, but a real slut for him, something any red-blooded, straight male would kill for. And God could she give good head. Benny was confused just why he would have a boner now then, from having his friend Travis grind into him from behind of all things. It had, he supposed, been a couple of months since he and Sarah had been able to really make love. They had fucked, sure. They always fucked. But with their busy schedules, loving making, the kind of fervent, feverish interludes to stressful everyday life that far surpassed simple fucking, had been off the table. He was always the sort to enjoy passion, to enjoy feeling desired, needed, craved. And the regular quickies just had not been filling that quota. So, yeah, Benny was a little pent up.
Eventually, Benny walked back into the living room. His erection had died down some, but there was still a small tent he bashfully turned to hide. Travis was sitting back in the chair again with the controller in his hand playing. It was smug: his reaction, his complete attitude to the whole ordeal. A kind of holier than thou confidence smoldering from his body. If Benny had not known better, he could have sworn it even infused with the room's natural aroma, permeating the air. That was always Travis though. Benny could suddenly recall the reason Travis was single. His many boyfriends ate up the attention he gave them at first. His dominating stature over them. His aggressive nature. It was all a leash by which to control them. Benny had seen how many fell into the role rather quickly, wanting nothing more than to please him, even if it meant humiliating themselves for him. They all had grown tired of it sooner or later though. Something always broke his hold on them and they left him high and dry.
Trying his best to pretend nothing had happened, Benny tore off a few strips of the paper towel, climbed to his knees, and began to soak up the soda spillage. Thankfully, his was a hardwood floor, so it all came up rather easily. The toughest part of the job was reaching beneath the table to clean up the mess that had spread there. As small as Benny was, even his hand had trouble wedging beneath the bottom of the table and around the leg to get at all the wetness. He had to angle himself so that his back was to the TV, he was facing where Sarah slept, and he was bending one shoulder down.
Just like the kitchen, Benny was only moments into this before Travis struck again. Benny should have known something was up when he heard the audible pause chime from the videogame. Travis had quietly found his way down behind Benny, climbing to his knees as Benny bent forward to clean up the soda from beneath the table. His hard crotch once again had found Benny's soft cheeks. This time, though, his right hand had gripped Benny firmly by the hip as his left had planted itself on Benny's back, pinning him in place, keeping him bent, one hand stuck beneath the table, his cheek pressed to the table's top.
"What the fuck are you doing, Travis?" He kept his voice low enough not to stir Sarah, not wanting her to wake and see this.
