1st draft note: don't spend too much time on fluff exposition stuff!!!! micah needs to be portrayed as a shy awkward worrysome but sorta thirsty guy When I opened the door, there weren't actually as many people as I had feared. It was my friends, Grey, Dakota, Alex, and Ben with 3 other folks from the highschool we had all recentlyish graduated from. I invited them all in with a big exaggerated wave motion. Ben greeted me with a hug. "Hey, Micah, what's up, man"? I, not knowing what say, just said "Hey, partying?" with a shrug. He ruffled my hair and introduced me to the people I didn't know. I started with a "Howdy"... Everyone is looking at me. I'm a small skinny golden cavalier mix boy with longish shaggyish hair swept to the side. I've got a pretty feminine demeanor which I'm equal parts embarassed and proud of. I'm not exactly in the closet, but no one knows for sure except my friends, since I've never really dated anyone. After a second of silence Grey jumps in to introduce the new people to me instead of making me introduce myself. A couple of them I recognize and had old classes in common. "This is Matt, er, Matthew, he was on the baseball team with me. He was the fuckin' best" Dakota punches Matthew on the shoulder. "Sup?" the giant doberman's voice ringing out, it was quiet but imposing. I was immediatelly attracted to him. "Yeah, so, when Micah said his parents were out for the weekend. You know, it's like you cant not have a party" Ben chuckeled out putting the alcohol he brought on the kitchen counter. I laughed too and said "Yeah, it's fate er whatever" wiggling my fingers. Thank goodness for my friends though, they're honestly sweet doing this for me. I do need to do some socializing, I can be sort of a shut-in. They're handling everything for me until im comforatable. Hoping I don't look as shy and awkward as I definitely am, I tugged a little at my long shortsleeve shirt that covers some of my shorts that are probably too short. I knew I'd meet some new people so I thought I'd put on something simple but cute, and now i'm gunna worry about it, great. Nah, stop, stay posi. I shook my head. I'm gunna have fun tonight. The stupid party games began and so did the drinking. Everyone seemed to be having fun when I looked around. I smiled, the drink was loosening me up, I could tell now. Soon I was fuckin' goin ham with everyone and the party games. I asked if the seat next to Matthew was taken. He nodded while gulping down his drink, and said that I could sit there. Sitting next to him, my face was getting hot. I had no idea how to flirt, so, a little scared, I tried to be as subtle as I could. "So, You like baseball?" shit, of course he likes baseball. Uhh, "I mean, like, still"? Not looking at me he replies "yeah, it's still fun". I blinked, and just looked up at him blankly. Wow, I'm either terrible, too drunk, or both. He turned to look down at me smiling and I snatched my gaze in another direction, pretending to be paying attention to how Alex and Dakota are making fools of themselves. After a minute or two I decide I need a second of space. When I stand Alex flies into me and I spill quite a lot of my drink into Matthews chest and lap. Anxiety kicks in and I'm about to freak out apologizing. Matt takes it very well. Making direct eye contact, he tells me "it's fine". I'm fucked up at this point, anxiety, embarassment, intoxication, hornyness. Grabbing a towel from the bathroom I nearly start rubbing his crotch to dry it before I realize that'd be uncool. He takes the towel politely and dries himself, hiccuping. Soon, I hint to Ben that I'm tired, and he starts ending the party. He totally gets me, sweet guy, I love him. Everybody is plastered but Ben expertly wrangles them up and gets them all to find a ride. Except Matt, where is Matt? I ask Ben "Hey, Ben,you seen Matt"? He laughs, "I thought you two were off somewhere alone". Blushing furiously now, I just shake my head and shrug, making a small angry scowl. "Sorry, man. I dunno, I didn't see him go. I'll help look in a sec after I help Alex out" he says still laughing. I roll my eyes at him. Alright, where is this guy? Looking around the house I begin to hear the water running from the bathroom. Still drunk, I just walk right into the bathroom to find Matthew in the full tub with his undershirt, underwear, and socks still on. "Wht the fuck" slips out of my mouth. Then I realize I'm invading his space and slip out apologizing. Back at the front door I tell Ben "He's in the bathtub". Ben raises his eyebrows at me and laughs out a "what the fuck? He's sloshed". "Yeah, it's fuckin' weird. I mean he's welcome to" I say bumbling. Ben raises his eyebrows at me again, suggestively. "Fuck off, I'll find him a ride, you go home, asshole". I hug him "Love you, man, good idea to have the party". A couple minutes later I ask through the bathroom door "Hey, you need a towel or anything"? Matthew didn't respond. "Are you dead? Dont' be dead. I'm opening the door". He's passed out and I chuckle at the sight. "Come on, up". Nudging him barely awake I say "I'm gunna get you out of the tub now, buddy, ok"?. "You can sleep here at my house if you need to, or get whoever to pick you up, I don't care". He slurs out "let me sleep". "You can't sleep in the tub, with the, where the water is, you dumbo". I help him up out of the tub and as I do I catch a glimpse of his package. The water had tugged his underwear down a tiny bit revealing the base of his dick for a moment. "Ohh, shit" I think, smiling "shouldn't have looked, uncool Micah". My face is getting very warm. I sit him down on the toilet. "I'm gunna dry you off, ok?", he doesn't seem to object. The towels are in the sink cabinet next to the toilet so I bend over to get a new one out. "First You gotta take off at least your wet socks and shirt". Sitting in front of him taking off his socks I can't help but have my eyes graze over his bulge. The water was causing the fabric to cling to his manhood. Is he getting a boner? I shake my head, "stop being horny" I think. After lifting his undershirt over his head I grab the towel and start drying his head fur. Matthews' head was looking down and I suddenly realized that I hope he doesn't notice my arousal. This thought sobers me up a bit, and I slip back into awkward embarassment. Now I'm trying very deliberately to dry quickly and not in a flirtatious way. "Ok," I think to myself "his arms, head, and chest are dry" so I begin to dry his back. Holding the towel behind him, and pulling from both sides to rub his back, I move downwards and dry over his butt a bit. In reaction he pushes his hips foreward a bit. I can't help but choke out an ebarassed laugh and say "Alright, that's enough drying. You're dry" and wrap the towel around his waist. "I'll go get you some clothes to sleep in." Flustered I Grab some of my dad's sweatpants and a big T shirt. When I come back Matt is asleep again. I stand him up and help him into the clothes. He is very much erect at this point and it's tough to avoid looking. I dodge touching it pulling up the sweatpants. By this point I need this to be done so I practically slam the T shirt on to Matt and push him into my room. "You'll sleep here, and I'll sleep on the couch... Cool". Jogging out of the room I'm very worried. Is what I did uncool? Laying on the couch I couldn't dodge the thoughts I needed to to sleep. The next morning I wake up Matthew. "What's goin' on" He asks. "I think you decided you needed a bath after I spilled my drink all over you" I'm looking all over the room but not at Matthew. "And you were sleeping so I let you sleep here...". "And my clothes?" he asks noticing his unfamiliar attire. "They're ready fer ya" I say patting the clothes. After a moment Matthew whips his head around and glares at me. "You better not have tried some gay shit". I'm dead, I died. My stomach dropped a thousand feet. "I...I didn't". He sighs the word "alright" and gets out of the bed. His morning wood catches my eye and taunts me. Adjusting his dick, he lumbers towards me, towering over me. I'm terrified so I turn my head to look away from him again. However he just takes his clothes from my desk next to me and looms into the bathroom. Practically sprinting into the kitchen I grab the coffee that I had made and started guzzling it down and trying to distract myself with Twitter. After a while Matt walks into the kitchen fully dressed. He doesn't look... angry with me. "Uhh, you need a ride home? I'll drive you, if you want". He nodds "It's only, like, ten minutes away". Handing him a cup of coffee I zoom past him to the door. The car ride was quiet. The radio played softly, I hope it masks my anxiety from him somehow. I just used the GPS on my phone, so I didn't talk to Matt pretty much at all. When we had arrived he got out. He turned around and hesitated for a split second before he just let out a blunt bye and just walks away. I cringed at the goodbye and pressed my head to the steering wheel. "Fuck, it" I slam my fuckin' finger on the loud ass music button and some loud but sweet punk rock blasts out as I drive home. When I get home, all I know is that I need some relief. When I get into my bedroom I strip off my shirt and pants, and make for the lotion bottle on my desk that... isn't there. "What"? Looking all around the house to find where one of those stoners from the party took it. I found it in the bathroom. Next to the toilet. By some tissues... What the fuck, did Matthew masturbate with this? Did he masturbate to me? Did he do it to get rid of his morning wood? Why didn't he even try to hide it? I'm so hard it hurts.