*Trigger Warning!!
Homophobic people are not allowed to read this.*
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Byron's Point of View
I can't drink anymore of that. Argh, the surrounding is spinning, man.
I closed my eyes and put my hand on it, "Fuck. I think I'm drunk, bro."
He giggled, "Wanna play a game?"
I put my hands down but my eyes were still closed, "What game? Ugh, I want to sleep. Can I sleep here? Let's sleep together in one bed, oh, let's take a shower together first. Just like what we were doing when we were still kids."
"Uh-huh? You want it?" He asked. Goodness, he heard me but still asking.
I nodded, "Yeah. Carry me," I put my both hands in the air while my eyes were still closed.
"Okay," I heard the chair move. He probably stood up. Later on, I felt his hand in my waist and the next thing I knew was I'm floating.
When I opened my eyes, we're in the bathroom. He put me down on the bathtub and unbuttoned my shirt. I looked at him and saw him looking at me, too.
