“Sneaky bastards.”
“Come on!” Theo bumped his shoulder playfully. “I still don’t understand how you can like dick over pussy, but it’s alright if you’re into him.”
“More than alright,” Val noted, wrapping an arm around his neck and bringing their temples together. “It’s been ages since you’ve hooked up with anyone that we know of. We’d be beyond happy if you got to fuck someone into next Sunday for a change. Because, demi or not, you gotta admit there’s some chemistry there.”
“And here I thought I wasn’t that obvious.” Noah chuckled. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t be mad at these assholes.
“We’ve known each other for eight years, dude.”
“Which reminds me, I may need to look for new friends.”
“You won’t find anyone better than us,” Theo said.
“Touché!”
The night moved forward, filled with psychedelic lights, industrial metal music, laughter, and a few more drinks. Noah hated not having any control over the words pouring out of his mouth, but the warmth spreading inside him like wildfire was so pleasant, he wasn’t sure he wouldn’t try this again. The euphoria. The unfamiliar desire to touch and kiss everyone in the immediate vicinity. The sense of floating and being present at the same time. He hadn’t felt so good in a long while. Confident and bold enough to break his celibacy and any promises he’d ever made.
The last sip of whiskey had him pretty fucked up, though, sweaty and slightly agitated, on the verge of unconsciousness. Only after he threw up in the bathroom did he start to come back to his senses. The winter breeze outside probably helped, too.
Sensing that the club was nearing closing time, Noah took his phone out of his coat to see it was only one-thirty in the morning. So, unless his body metabolized the Molly fast, he could already be halfway through the high.
As he came back inside to look for his friends, he found them in the middle of some foreplay bullshit conversation with the girls. It was time for him to beat it.
Alone and somewhat anxious for his return to Roskilde, he didn’t say goodbye and strode toward København station, hoping to catch the two o’clock train. He texted his friends to let them know he’d left, and then Zach.
Hey you
Still awake?
Pretty much
Killing some monsters here at the Nexus
What you up to?
I’m in Copenhagen
Coming back now
Mads there?
Nope. And thank fuck
He wouldn’t let me play so late
He’s worse than my mom
Can I sleep there?
Hahahaha of course
An hour later, Noah was taking a shower to get rid of the cold sweat coating his skin. He cleansed his mouth and packed a small bag for the night and Sunday, just in case those assholeswouldn’t let him come back. It was three in the morning when he knocked on Zach’s door.
“Hello, stranger!” He leaned on the doorframe with a stupid grin on his face and a pair of dangerously revealing sweats hanging low on his hips.
Why isn’t he wearing boxers?
“Hey…” Noah gave him a quick nod and walked past him into the room.
