Eric & Nate ; ft. heartbreak
They’d argued earlier that day. Nate didn’t want to come because all he’d see was Eric hanging out with his friends. But what the male failed to realize was that Eric had every intention of dragging him back into some closed off room and having his way with him. Well, those plans were shot to hell. So now, pissed off and alone at the party, he was three Fireball shots in when his “ex-girlfriend” who’d been using every attempt to get him back, walked over in her skimpy little dress and heels. Eric only found it appalling that she was trying so hard.
But she started flirting with him, running her hands over his chest and down his stomach, one even brushed over his crotch, and well... he’s a guy. And maybe he was still digging on girls a bit, because his boy got happy. And soon enough she was dragging him up the stairs to one of the many bedrooms of the house.
His mind was fuzzy, but soon her lips were on his, and he was kissing her back. It wasn’t like Nate’s kiss--it was desperate and needy to a degree Eric wasn’t into. And she was sloppy with her tongue, and she tasted like vodka. Eric didn’t like vodka. But he kissed her anyway and let his hands wander over her body, feeling down her sides and thighs and up under her dress. It was getting pretty hot and heavy, and Eric was almost into it, thinking maybe he’d make it with her--that would get the guys off his back for sure, right? Although there was a nagging feeling he couldn’t shake. But the whiskey had a way of tuning it out. So he kept on.