“Where is he now if he’s so wonderful? Leaving you to wander around the streets drunk.”
“Fuck off!”
He tried to walk round Sam again, but he gripped Felix by the arm.
“You belong to me, Felix. Why are you throwing everything we’ve got away for some playboy?”
Felix tried to wrestle free, but Sam had always been strong. He pushed Felix up against the wall, and before he could do anything, he was kissing him. It took him a few seconds to register what was happening and then he pushed him away.
“Get the fuck away from me. Have you ever heard of consent? Now go, before I call the police.”
“Just let me come upstairs and we can talk.”
“I SAID FUCK OFF!”
He swung at Sam, who moved out of the way, and he lost his balance. Before he could stop himself, he crashed to the floor. His vision blurred, and he couldn’t stop himself fromhurling his guts up on the sidewalk. The last thing he remembered before passing out was Sam smiling at him, and there was nothing comforting about it; that smile filled him with terror.
It felt like someone had bludgeoned him with a hammer. In fact, that would have been preferable to the pain he was feeling right now. Where was he? He opened his eyes, but closed them again immediately; the light was horrendous. Why was he asleep next to the sun? Wasn’t it December? That was something he remembered—Christmas was two weeks away. Or had he been asleep for months and it was already summer? That would explain the glaring light that wanted to blind him. Trying again, this time with a squint, he realized he was in his own bedroom. He could deal with that. His bedroom was a safe space. Nobody else was allowed in here, only Laura, and that was only by invitation.
Felix tried to piece together what had happened the day before. He had a vague recollection of drinking with Laura. Maybe she could fill in the gaps for him. He felt his phone underneath him so pulled it out, and after a few seconds of thinking he’d lost the ability to operate a phone, he realized the battery was dead. The thought of trying to locate a charger made him feel nauseous. That gave him a flashback to being sick outside his apartment building. Shame flooded him. Had Laura seen him do that? If it had to be anyone, he’d only accept her, and that was because he’d seen her in some bad states, and there was an unspoken rule between them that they could not take photographic evidence of said indiscretions.
He was startled by a grunt and an arm being flung over him.
What the fuck!
His skin prickled with dread as he looked over to his right; it was Sam.
Felix leaped out of the bed, which caused a massive head rush, and he almost threw up again and lost his balance. What was Sam doing in his bed? They hadn’t done anything, had they? There was no way he would do something like that. He’d have some memory if he had. Reluctantly, he slipped his fingers down his crack and felt his hole. It was not sensitive, and there was no lube residue. That had to be a good sign. They might have done other things, but Sam had always been selfish with sex. He liked to fuck, and that was it. If you didn’t fuck, then Sam said they hadn’t had sex. Nothing else counted. Felix had come across that heteronormative bullshit before with other guys, but Sam took it to another level.
“Relax, Felix, we didn’t do anything,” said Sam, sitting up.
“Then why are you in my bed, and why don’t you have any clothes on?”
“I’m wearing boxers. I had a T-shirt on, but this apartment is like a sauna.”
“That doesn’t explain what you’re doing here.”
“I wasn’t going to leave you on your own in that state. You passed out in the street. Someone needed to stay close to you. You got a message saying Laura wasn’t coming home.”
“Where is she?”
“How would I know? She was on a date or something, you said.”
“And you’re sure we didn’t do anything?”
“Yes, Felix. You made your feelings very clear last night.”
Why did that sound unnerving? He looked at Sam and gestured with his hands for him to elaborate.
“I love Ryder so much. His dick is so much bigger than yours.”
Oh. My. God!
“How are you feeling, anyway?”
“I feel great,” he replied, but he moved at the same time and became unsteady.
“Yeah, you look it. What time is it?”
