Uncertain Terms Pt.3

When we got to Matt’s place I followed Adam in through the front door to shed my shoes and follow him upstairs. There was no gathering of snacks this time which I found slightly disappointing; I had been half-hoping that Adam would have to bend over to get something out of a low cupboard and I could sneak a quick peek.

“Right,” said a little voice in my head. “Objectifying the hot straight guy. That's super dignified of you.”

Ignoring the voice I braced myself for the possibility of seeing jiggling lady bits (or whatever it is that they do) when we opened the bedroom door, but all I ended up seeing was someone getting their head punched off. I also saw why we hadn’t stopped for snacks in the kitchen – a feast had already been set out for us.

Furniture had been moved around slightly, and some old plastic milk crates had been set down on the floor with a little piece of wood laid on top. An enormous pizza with at least four types of meat and no vegetables sat in the middle surrounded by an assortment of bowls. Several contained different kinds of chips, and a couple were heaping with potato wedges. Two more were piled up with chicken wings, and scattered around were half a dozen little cups of ranch dressing. The case of pop that had been provided on previous occasions had been replaced by a large blue cooler filled with ice and several six-packs of beer, and they had even provided a recycling bin for the cans.

“Christ,” I muttered. “Next time my mother sees me will be at the morgue.”

“If you pass out I’ll sit on your stomach and make you throw up.” Adam offered.

A sudden thought struck me of something else I'd like him to sit on, but I just shook my head.

"He's not interested," I reminded myself. "You're just going to drive yourself crazy."

Adam seemed completely oblivious to the obvious sexual innuendo that could be made from his comment, or considering his personality it was possible he just didn’t care. I wondered if I might be brave enough to say something out loud to him one day, then quickly decided it would probably not happen for a very long time.

Chris was not seated at the computer doing his mystery deeds today, instead he was laying shirtless on the floor with the bottom half of his torso stuck under Matt’s bed. Matt was in the computer chair which had been positioned between the bed and the main tv.

“Help yourself to your cardiac arrest.” Matt said, feverishly tapping on the controller in his hand. I wondered which one of them had been decapitated earlier but then decided pizza was more important.

“Go whoever.” I picked up a piece and bit into it, struggling to keep the entire mass of toppings from all slipping off at once. Adam came over and grabbed a bowl of chips off the table before launching himself into the beanbag chair across from Matt. Chris wiggled out from under the bed and started edging toward the snack table, trying to keep up his button mashing as he did so.

Glad for the opportunity to sit down without having to worry about breaking someone’s back, I perched myself on top of the bed. Matt and Chris’s fight ended a few seconds later and I guessed from the string of curses that Chris was the one that ended up getting brutalized this time.

“Hey Chris, serve us a round.” Matt instructed, but his former opponent just glared at him.

“Dude, you’re sitting right next to the cooler.”

“Yeah.” Matt replied. “Sitting.”

Chris reluctantly set out to deliver a can of beer to everyone, neglecting to ask me whether or not I actually drank beer. Which I didn’t, but now that there was more than one person around who expected me to drink I was feeling much less defiant. Once his duty was done he climbed up on the bed and sat behind me, against the headboard. It was here that we were all met with a dilemma - what to do with pizza while we opened the cans.

“Asshole.” Matt said to Chris. “I told you to remind me to bring plates up when we got in.”

“Oh, whatever.” Chris replied. “Your forgetting isn’t my problem.”

“Well” Adam interjected. “Unless you wanna juggle your food or get up every five seconds, it kind of is.”

For the moment everyone was too lazy to actually go and do anything about the predicament, so the drinks were left unopened as we munched on pizza and the other boys played a game of "who would you rather sleep with." I was quite content to be left out of the entertainment, so I was very disappointed when Adam announced his plans to include me.

"I don't even want to imagine what kind of choices you'd think up for me." I shook my head.

"Which of us three?" He put his bowl of chips down on the floor and turned to face me more.

"I'm not answering that."

"Oh, come on. It's just for fun. Do you want us to show you our cocks first?"

"No, thank you." I took another bite of my pizza but Adam was staring expectantly at me and Matt kept glancing over. I could see out of the corner of my eye that Chris was trying not to look over but he had stopped eating. I knew my answer of course, but the last thing I wanted to do at the moment was feed Adam's ego.

"Is 'all three at once' an acceptable answer?" I grinned. Chris whipped his head around so fast he almost fell off the bed, and Matt sat stunned. Adam laughed.

"No, I don't think that's allowed." I snapped my fingers.

"Rats."

Everyone was quiet for a moment while Chris and Matt recovered and I felt pleased with myself for catching them off guard.

"What sort of stuff are you into, besides orgies?" Adam prodded. Now I was genuinely irritated.

"Okay. New game." Matt opened his mouth to say something but Adam cut him off.

"It's not a big deal, Dylon. We've all talked about this stuff before."

"Well I don't talk about it, okay?"

Matt and Chris exchanged looks while Adam and I stared each other down. I heard Chris clear his throat.

"Adam, let's go get those plates now."

"Right."


Once they had left I became very interested in a spot on the carpet and silently begged Adam not to say anything. It didn't work.

"Look, I'm sorry I ticked you off. But you really don't have to be so shy around us. You told me a few days ago I'm more comfortable with your sexuality than you are. I've seen Chris sleep in the same bed with bi guys at parties. And it was Matt's idea to invite you to hang out with us in the first place. We don't care that you like guys, Dylon."

"It's not about me liking guys. I just don't like talking about sex, okay?"

"Are you embarrassed about being a virgin? Because me and Matt are too."

"What? No! I mean... I'm not..." I had finished my pizza and now I was desperately wishing I had something to distract myself with. Adam blinked at me.

"Oh. I thought you said..."

"I haven't been with a guy. I just came out of the closet a month ago."

"Oh. Right."

We sat in silence for a moment. Then I sat bolt upright and looked him in the eye for the first time that evening.

"Wait, what? You're a virgin?" To my surprise Adam actually blushed.

"Not that anyone would believe it if I said so. I guess you don't, either."

"Sorry. That's not fair." He shrugged. "I believe you, of course I do. We're friends right?"

"Thanks."

I was just starting to feel all warm and fuzzy inside when Adam reverted back to his regular self, as if on cue.

"So it was actually me you want to sleep with, right? That's why you wouldn't answer."

"Fuck off." I threw one of Matt's pillows at his head and he caught it.

"Chris and Matt are handsome guys. But come on." He indicated himself. "Even they would jump on this if I gave them the chance."

"Uh-huh. I'm sure they'd be honoured." I turned around to reach for another pillow to throw at him but he threw the first one back and hit me in the back of the head.

"It's so nice to have someone around who understands." He sat himself back in the chair and I glared at him.

"What's taking those two so long, anyway."

"Maybe you got them all riled up talking about that foursome and they're down there fucking." I gasped.

"And not even letting me watch! Those jerks!"

"I bet we have time," he said. "You wanna watch me masturbate?"

The door opened up just in time for the two other guys to see a pillow fly across the room and smack Adam in the face.

"Glad to see you've made up," Matt said.

Plates and paper towels were set out on the makeshift table and we all loaded up on as much greasy food as we could carry, then returned to our previous positions. We all cracked open our first cans of beer in unison and I had my very first taste of alcohol. I stuck out my tongue and Adam looked at me with a very amused expression.

"How is it?" he asked.

"Foul," I said. He took a deep gulp of his own drink and smacked his lips.

"Yep. That's beer for you."

And with that, our night had officially begun.