The slight thud of a closing door traced the tiled floor of an empty, tall house. Emerging not so subtelty from the darkened entrance was the outlines of four young men, clumsy and dazed. The four stumbled towards the bottom of a nearby staircase in apparent darkness, laughing between them at events that had unfolded that very night. With some well concentrated effort the shaded figures trodded the final steps of the boxed stairwell and made it into a welcomed light room.

"Fuck me that's bright" said the taller of the group. Thought his height didn't account for his weight, the boy was quite lanky. A tuff of dark reddish hair was scruffed ontop, covering his eyes to some extent, the boy winced at the light. "Probably because you're pinging, Mark" said another of the boys, laughing to himself as he sat down at his computer. The boy was so accustomed to the walls around him only suggesting it was his place, a skinny yet somewhat attractive teen, his hair extended past his ears in a smooth, straight edge of brown.

"Nah" replied Mark "I was only on the piss tonight".
"I am still fucked off my head" the third boy stated, apparently in no collection of the current conversation. His accent was noticeably different from the others, a strong English background coursed through his words. He was definately the most handsome of the group, his lightly tanned skin and closely shaven, dark hair were not his only features, rather his noticeably tuned body only highlighted by the shirt he was wearing.

"That's because you double dropped, Luke" the brown haired boy said, before turning back to his screen, "Still hasn't hit me yet".
"You always have shit luck with them anyway" replied Luke.

Luke made his way to a computer next to the brown haired boy and sat down, giggling at the sensations of colours presented to him. Mark made his way to the bed in the corner of the room and laid down on his stomach, exhaling heavily, as if his body was taxed throughout the events of the night. The fourth boy, who was almost as muscled as Luke sat down at the edge of the bed and watched the other two play on their computers. His hair was long and styled, a sleak black that was only highlighted by the matching colour of his stubble.

"So the pills haven't hit you yet, Bryce?" asked Mark, looking at the brown haired boy.
"Nah, this shit always happens to me. I bet you anything it'll hit me in like 10 minutes now that we're home" replied Bryce.
"I'd like to try pills one day" stated the dark haired boy, slurring slightly with his words.

Luke laughed and turned around, facing the boy, "You're so drunk, Matt Kay".
"I am you" replied Matt awkwardly.

The four continued to highlight the events of the evening, it had been a good one. The four of them were celebrating the birthday of a close friend and naturally, alcohol and drugs were strong convictions of the night. The four boys were worse for wear but they were completely ok with it, inebriation was only welcomed by the four.

"Oi, what the fuck" started Matt, turning to look at Luke, "How come you didn't end up being with that chick... girl..." he finished, sipping a beer he had cupped in his hand.
"Because I'm like a hundred times more badass for any girl" joked Luke, swaying in his seat.
"Oh you big silly player" Mark said, now laying on his back on the bed, swaying his arms in the air.

The energy of moving his arms taxed Mark greatly, a strong reminder of how tired he actually was. With strained effort he pulled a blanket over him and rolled onto his side, the muffled voices of the other boys conversation only fading away as he slipped off into a quick sleep.

He only wanted to rest his eyes for a few minutes, but those few minutes had seemed to of flown. Before gaining any serious recollection of where he was he noticed the room was dark, the conversation that was so vibrant before was as extinguished as the presentation of light. Mark rolled over onto his back and looked up slightly, feeling a sort of rejection in his stomach from all the alcohol he had hours before. Matt was asleep on the floor, legs positioned oddly only assuming he too must of passed out. Bryce was nowhere to be seen, giving Mark the assumption he was in a different room. Besides him though, was Luke, still opened eyed.

"You awake?" Luke asked Mark.
"Yeah... fuck, I passed out" Mark replied.
"I know" Luke laughed "I can't even sleep I'm so fucked off my head right now"
"Why are you lying down?" Mark questioned.
"Oh..." Luke stumbled "Uh, trying to wake you up"
"Oh, well thanks" Mark said sarcastically, "Could of done that a few hours ago".

Luke laughed and adjusted his body again. Doing so made Mark notice how close he really was, maybe it was just the pills. Luke was practically right up against him, Mark could feel his breathes.

"Dude, I'm so pissed off about that chick" British said, turning to Mark.
"Just be thankful you can get close to them" Mark joked, looking at the roof.
"She was fucking hot though, you saw her, right?" British began to talk faster, an obvious affect of the pills, "And I was fucking with her for ages and we ended hooking up and shi-..."
"You hooked up with her?" Mark cut in.
"Ah... not really it was more of a pansy kiss" British replied.
"The fuck is a pansy kiss?" Mark questioned.

British began to strain for a bit and tried to think of a way to explain it, the pills still messing with his head making a collaberation of "Uhm's" and "Uhh's" come out instead.

"Oh, well if you put it that way" Mark said sarcastically, laughing to himself.

His laugh was soon exchange to that of a quick gasp and then silence. Before he had known it, Luke had propped himself up and leant into Mark, pressing his lips against his for a split second before breaking away.

"Like that" Luke said, laughing.
"I... wha..." Mark replied, his mind told him to react angerily but none was present, simple confusion.
"I have that reaction on girls" Luke laughed, still facing Mark.

The laughter that was once filling the room had vanished, leaving Luke and Mark staring at eachother still. Their eyes hadn't broken contact since the kiss, the thought of it still on their minds. Before Mark could even think of another word Luke had leant in again, placing an arm around Mark's body and kissing him again, but slower this time.

Confusion warped Mark's mind... he shouldn't be enjoying this so much, what the hell is going on? He has to stop this right now... But he couldn't, his only
reaction was to accomodate Luke's tongue a little further in his mouth, moaning softly in appreciation.

They broke away for a second and stared at eachother before starting the kiss again, both of them exhaled and pulled eachother closer, the warmth of their bodies accelerating the pleasure. Mark moved his hands under Luke's shirt, feeling his abs in his hands. The kiss became far more forceful and intense. Luke moved a hand and placed it toward Mark's thigh, rubbing it softly before moving further in. Mark let out a sharp gasp at his touch, breaking from the kiss for a mere second before Luke pressed his lips back towards Mark's.

This was all happening so fast, but why couldn't he stop it? Why was he feeling like this?

Mark felt the warmth of Luke's hand inside his thigh, a thumb toying with the top of his boxers. Mark let out a soft moan, breaking away from the kiss. Both of their breathing was heavier now as Luke looked down towards Mark's cock, now getting harder. He leaned in and kissed at Mark's neck, slipping a hand into Mark's pants and grabbing the shaft of his cock, gently jerking it. Mark let out another moan.

Before long Mark was thrusting against Luke's hand, the feel of his lips on his neck was only exciting him further. Mark's length made it through the grip of Luke's hand, thrusting faster with each pound. Mark gave a heavy breathe trying to enjoy this strange new experience.

But the experience was lost as soon as it started as Luke moved his hand from Mark's cock and began to stradle his hips, kneeling over Mark. He crawled forward so Mark's lips were close to his crotch... Mark knew what was going to happen next.

British toyed with his own boxers this time and pulled them down slightly, revealing a hardened, shaved cock. Mark sat up slightly and moved his hands to Luke's hips, bringing his lips to the very tip of his cock, taking the head in his mouth and sucking softly. Mark felt Luke's hand make it's way to the back of his head and edged him on slightly before a brief distraction got the best of them.

Somebody was coming upstairs... and a new type of feeling welcomed them, anxiety. The boys rolled over quickly and pulled up their pants. Mark rolled over and pretended to sleep again. While his eyes were closed and his mind buzzing from alcohol, his close experience with Luke meant he wouldn't be getting to sleep for a while.