02 || I Guess I’m Getting Laid Tonight

Lately, everyone’s been on my neck about getting laid. I know blue balls are difficult to deal with, but it’s my life, and really wish they’d let me live it. It used to be only Hudson, but now Alex, Terence, even Aaron, my freaking best friend has joined the gang. 

I promised myself that I wasn’t going to do this– live the life of a normal hockey player because my heart belongs to someone else. That explains why there are no bunny sites dedicated to me. I’m a squeaky clean guy, but beware……my mind is not. 

I’m home, and Zac rushes towards me to say hi. He does that by licking my face and wagging his tail. Zac is a German Shepherd puppy and he’s recently recovering from an illness. Zac is the only one that agrees with my “no bunnies” plan, while every other person in my life wants me to get laid. 

I slump like a dead person on my couch and Zac crawls on my chest, doing that thing he does when he’s worried about me. The first thing the Vet said when he met Zac was “Human being, your dog is a freaking human being.”

“I’m fine buddy,” I assure him and he barks loudly. Which is his way of saying, “I know you’re lying to me.” My phone rings and my Mom’s caller ID flashes on the screen. Guess what? My Mom is also bothered about my non-existent sex life. And great, she’s requesting a video chat.

“Hey Mom,” I wave her and Zac licks the screen.

“Hey Baby,” she smiles, “How are you doing?” She beams.

“As you can see,” I gesture to my surroundings, “I’m fine,”

“You’re lonely,” she states matter-of-factly.

“No Mom, we’re not doing this right now,” 

“Is this about Lily–“

“Don’t talk about her…..please,” I gulp. 

“Alright, alright……but don’t you think it’s time for you to mingle, you know…..live like a hockey player? I know I raised you to be a really good guy but this is freaking me out,” now she sounds extra worried.

“Just let him be,” I hear my Dad in the background. “He’s a grown ass man,”

“Mom, I’m fine,” I assure her. 

“I’m worried about you sweetheart,” she sighs.

“I’m okay Mom, there’s no reason to worry….I’m perfectly fine,” I tell her and my doorbell rings. “Mom I’ve gotta go, someone’s at the door,” I hang up without giving her enough time to protest.

On opening the door, my phone nearly falls from my hands. 

“Surprise!” Hudson yells. And it’s not just him, it’s his luggages and weirdo stuff

“What are you doing here?” I half laugh.

“My house is under construction so I’m going to be staying with you for the meantime,” he smiles.
“How long is the meantime?” I ask.

“I don’t know, a week, a month…..it all depends,” he smirks. 

“What about Terence?,”

“Unavailable,”

“Alex,”

“He’s always throwing parties, so many naked girls and threesomes, can’t deal with that right now,”

“Hotels?”

“Dude, this is going nowhere, just let me in,” 

“Here are my rules,” I sigh, “You will be staying in the guest room, no parties, don’t touch any of my stuff, don’t use my kitchen, don’t make Zac uncomfortable, don’t inconvenience me, whatever you want to eat, order it and no bunnies,”

“Thank you!” And he’s already walking into the house. 

Everything about this screams bad idea. 

The last time I had roommates was in college, and my roommates were Aaron and Terence. I have a feeling that Hudson is definitely lacking in the hygiene department and I just made a mistake by letting him stay in my house. A very huge mistake.

“You are going to a bar with us tonight,” Aaron says in a tone that says, “Don’t you dare disagree with me.”

“Aaron,” I start but he stops me. I love my best friend but this is too much.

“There will be lots of girls and you are going to get laid, I’ve heard blue balls are a bitch,” He continues and Zac barks next to me. 

“Well, they’re not your blue balls–” I start but he interrupts me.

“Your blue balls are my blue balls,” Aaron says, then stops himself, “Alright, I just realized how that sounded,”

“Of course you did,” I laugh.

“Nick, don’t fight with me,” he says with finality in his tone. “Even Zac agrees with me,” He gestures to Zac who betrays me by running to Aaron’s side. I’m so screwed.

“Okay, okay, I’ll go to the bar with you guys,” I raise my hands in surrender. 

“Now that’s a good boy,” Hudson arrives the living room.

It’s official, I’m screwed.

An hour later, I find myself at a bar with Aaron, Terence, Hudson, Alex, Liz and some other girls I don’t know. I have been struggling to stay sober tonight, but as usual, my friends had other plans. 

Liz is completely wasted. So wasted to the point where she can’t walk a few steps without falling. Alex has two girls sticking their tongues down his throat, Hudson is squeezing some girl’s ass and I am admiring someone from afar.

She doesn’t see me…..yet. She’s dressed in a really short dress and long stripper heel boots. She’s been dancing her ass off with her friends and I have been watching her like a creeper. Our eyes finally meet and I look away like the coward I am, taking two more shots of whatever Aaron ordered to get me wasted. 

“Until then, let’s party!” She screams and her friends join her. Liz leaves Aaron’s side and goes to the girls. They scream and sing along to whatever song is being played.

Blonde looks at me again, this time she bites her lip and my dick strains in my khakis. Can’t remember the last time my body reacted like this to someone. Her friend whispers something in her ear and they both laugh, while Liz comes back to Aaron.

“Let’s go home baby, I’m so so wasted,” she giggles and Aaron lifts her off her feet. 

“Hey, see to it that he gets laid,” Aaron tells Terence and the fool nods in agreement. 
This is going to be a long night.

Nick Stones has been sneaking looks at me. He’s clearly uncomfortable with this environment and he needs a savior. I’ve never been shy to approach a guy, but Nick Stones makes me shy…..in a hot kind of way. 

“You’re gonna go talk to him?” Jodie whispers into my ear.

“I don’t know,” I sigh and he looks at me again. “The websites say he doesn’t do hook-ups and all that bunny shit,”

“Well, what if he decides to do tonight?” Jodie says. “He is your only shot at your revenge sex plan, your only shot,” she states matter-of-factly.

“Hey Ladies,” A hockey player Liz introduced to me as Alex walks to our table. “I’m Alex,”

“Hey,” we respond non-chalantly. The dude literally just had two ladies stick their tongues down he’s throat and is looking like he needs more action already. Too bad, he’s not getting any from me, or Jodie.

“Brittany right?” He asks and I nod. 

“I see you’ve been admiring our boy there,” he gestures to Nick, whose eyes darken with sexual tension as they meet mine. 

“You’re wasted,” Jodie tells him and he laughs.

“Put on your big girl panties and go talk to him,” Jodie whispers into my ear while Nick and I share another look.

No, I have a better idea. 

A. Fucking. Better. Idea.

I wait until he’s looking directly at me then I make my way towards the restrooms. 

When I’m done with my business, I exit the ladies room only to find Nick wandering around the hallway. Yeah, mission accomplished. 

My eyes meet the very obvious situation in his khakis and my hands ache to help with the situation down there. He walks towards me, not taking his eyes off mine. He cradles my face with both his hands, closing his eyes, like he’s fighting an invisible battle within himself.

“Can you keep a secret?” He asks in an incredibly sexy tone.

“Depends on what you have in mind,” I can’t believe I’m flirting back. Okay, flirting was definitely part of the plan tonight.

“My friends want me to get laid,” He laughs. It’s a husky sound that travels straight to my core….. which is currently throbbing furiously.

“Can you keep a secret?” I ask and he raises a brow with a look that says, “That’s my line.”

“Shoot me, Love,” he licks his lips. Oh fucking Lord, this is it….. I’m a goner. A. Fucking. Goner.

“I. Just. Want. To. Fuck,” I lean closer and desire flares in his eyes. “Except….. you don’t want to…..,” I tease him, running my fingers on his obviously growing bulge. “But I think your cock disagrees with you,”

“Women like you shouldn’t be allowed to say the word– cock,” He growls.

Something deeper than mere lust and desire flares in his deep brown eyes, and then–

“Fuck it.”