Passing Out Part 2: All Over You
Alright guys, here's part two. it took awhile because I had some major computer issues and ended up having to rewrite almost the entire thing, and for some reason when I rewrote it 1. the story frickin changed! and 2. I kinda lost my drive to do it. however, it's here now for all you people who've been waiting, and I hope you like it!
Gratuitous (nudity) disclaimer: This contains graphic (and not so graphic) depiction of male on male emotional fuck-upery. If that's not your thing, or you haven't read part one yet, then look: telletubbies (fails to hyperlink). Remember kids, don't drink and drive and other law-things like that! (You must be 18 or older to ingest this fiction, maycausestomachacheindigestionheartburnblindnesswarmfuzzyfeelingsjoyrestlesslegsyndromeandinsomecasescolonoscopies)
Passing Out: Part 2
All Over You
(Derrick)
I awoke like a jump-started car.
There was a bright light coming through the windows. A beam was across my face. I blinked
hard a few times trying to ignore it. It wouldn't go away. I moved my head to the side evasively. There
was a wet slurping sound and a shiver ran up my spine and my eyes fluttered a bit involuntarily.
I shook my head and opened my eyes fully. I looked over to where my nightstand should have
been. No nightstand. And my bedpost wasn't there... I turned my head a bit...the window was on the
wrong wall. And it was really hot. I couldn't feel my left arm...and my walls weren't that color. And I
didn't snore when I was awak-
Contact ... CRIES ...HEAT ! THRUST!
SMELL ! TASTE ... BITE!
LUST... BLUSH...
... S~SCREAM! !! ... GROAN... ! BREATHE...
FUCK!!!
-I looked back onto the bed and Andrew was still laying there, mouth hanging open and drool
dribbling onto the bed. He was entirely naked, and I'm pretty sure fur doesn't mat that way for no
reason. I'd fucked my drunk, delirious, impressionable, albeit rather cute best friend.
FUCK!-nono-nofuck. fuckbad. SHIT!
My arm was wrapped underneath him, which really explained why I couldn't feel it, and I was amazed
that he had stayed asleep this long. I looked wildly back around the room, breathing heavier as a
certain sense of panic settled on me-which really wasn't helping the situation- trying to figure out
what to do next, and how to get the hell out of here.
Now there's a time in everyone's life where they freak out utterly and completely and they
have no idea what to do. This is my moment.
I fumble with my keys when I get home, jamming it home in the lock and sliding the deadbolt
back. What the hell am I gonna do? I boned my best friend while he was drunk off his ass last night...
and....and I'm pretty sure I liked it...the door swings open and I pause at the threshold for a moment. I
can remember the way he was laying in his entryway, how he couldn't even stand straight, the way he
smelled as he pressed against me in his bed-
I run straight to the kitchen and lose it all over the floor, missing the sink by about three feet,
and I'm left panting over a mess on the floor tasting of stale beer and bile. I wipe my muzzle clean with
the back of my arm. Okay, so I was horny, I was kinda drunk, and I took advantage of Andrew because
I was horny, and drunk...and that was all...god!...that wouldn't be all for him. Fuck!
My hand hurts, due mostly to being slammed into the countertop and I can feel the low growl
I'm giving off. I needed to think this through. What could I remember about last night?
We had gone to a party over at Sammy's house...there were a few beers, and things were
getting a little hazy...and then it was cold, we were outside, and I was holding Andy up and...dammit,
why can't I concentrate?!?! Everything's so stifling and hot and!- I growl loudly and hit the counter
again, this time on purpose, and the phone rings. I just about rip it out of the wall, but I stop myself
just in time. I clench my paws a few times...listening to the irritating buzzing for a couple seconds
before breathing in and picking up, knowing I'd have to talk to Andrew eventually...better get it over
with...
"Hello?" I say, and even I can hear the shake in my voice...
"Hey bro, whatcha up to?" I stare blankly at the messy streak of vomit that's dripped to the
floor, mouth hanging open a bit.
"...uh...wh...wha'?"
"Radical party last night, 'ay man? Did ya get Andrew home alright, he looked pretty tanked!"
And slowly things stated coming together.
"O-oh! Sam! Yeah! No, the party was sweet, great job..."
"How'd Andy do? I never thought I'd see someone down that much Jager in an hour!" He
laughs and I let out a slow breath and feel my heartbeat slowing down.
"Well...I got 'im home in one piece..." there's a twinge in my chest; I might as well be full-out
fucking lying!
"Awesome! Hey, listen, me and some of the guys are goin' to the burger joint to pick up some
lunch and catch that new thriller flick with Cassie Reid in it, they say she get's flayed alive in this one!"
"The Walls are Watching...?" I say absentmindedly, the trailer for that one had looked pretty
terrible...
"Yeah, that's it! So waddaya say, wanna meet us there?" He laughs and I can hear him talking
to someone in the background. I look down at the mess on the floor, wrinkling my nose.
"Nah man...I'm gonna have to pass this time...I have other stuff to do." A few seconds pass.
"Everything alright man, you sound a little off..." I look over the off-yellow stain dripping down
the countertop and I have to fight down another lurch as I nod-like he could even see me-
"Yeah, yeah" I swallow, "I'm cool, I just have...some stuff on my mind...I dunno...maybe I'll join
you guys at the movie..."
"...alright dude, if you say so..." He doesn't sound convinced, but for now It'll have to do.
"Well, uh, I better get going...I have... a lot to do..." I don't want to hear his response, so I hang
up, looking forlornly at the receiver for a good minute afterwards, sure that any second he'll call me
back and demand to know what's got me all knotted up...but he doesn't...even though somewhere I
kinda wish he would.
I rub my temples and survey my kitchen, trying unsuccessfully to blot out the images from last
night-black fur, splayed ears, bright lights, warm, slick, soft- but they keep coming back and I still
don't know what I'm going to do. Right now, the best thing for me is to concentrate at one problem at
a time, right? Well, right now, my problem was that there was a strong-smelling, highly revolting
puddle of regurgitated snack foods and ale on my linoleum and it wasn't going to clean itself up, so I
set to it.
I go and grab the mop, scrubbing up the semi-liquid as best I can, but the room still smells
rancid, and I can't shake the feeling that I'm unclean...and I don't think it has anything to do with losing
my lunch either. I put the mop away and frown back into the once-more-clean room, not feeling any
better. Dammit, this wasn't working at all!
I sit down heavily on a lawn chair placed strategically on the end of the kitchen that can see the
TV, head in my paws. This wasn't supposed to go this way. I just wanted Andy to have a good night,
why the hell had he kept baiting me on? That doesn't matter. I should have known better. I wasn't the
one who was completely plastered. No, It's like he wanted me to fuck him! Ugh! I can taste the bile
again at the back of my throat, so I choke it down again. I sigh heavily, this is getting me nowhere. I rub
my temples and glance down, seeing the telltale stain just barely visible on the front of my jeans and
close my eyes...
Might as well get cleaned up...no use staying like this...
I get up and head down the hallway to the bathroom. I reach into the shower and twist the
knobs ritualistically, putting them in the same place as always. The water heats up and I stand there,
paw under the stream as it heats up in some kind of stupor, not even paying attention as the
temperature reaches tolerability then passes it. What would Andrew think of me? I'd used
him...completely used him.
I'm snapped out of my reverie when my balance tips and it feels like I'm falling. I grab at the
wall and can't help but blush to myself as I come back to the here and now...and the mirror is already
fogged up. I turn the hot water down, strip, and step under the stream. The warm water that makes it
through to my skin feels too hot, and I can't help but feel smothered and trapped. I run my paws
through my headfur and try to relax.
My thoughts keep turning back to Andrew... him waking up... realizing what had happened...
realizing what I'd done...what I'd done to him...
I sit down in the corner of the small shower, leaning back against the wall, running through
every possible reaction Andy might have. No matter how I think about it though...I've just lost my best
friend. I cradle my head in my paws and try and blot out the rest of the world as the water slowly gets
colder and colder.
I have to call him. That's the only thing to do. I have to call him, and apologize, and hope to god
that eventually he'll forgive me. It takes me thirty minutes to dial his number.
It rings six times, and each time I imagine him on the other end picking up and demanding to
know what I was thinking, but it goes to his voicemail, and I slam the phone back on the receiver. I
spend the rest of the evening pacing around my apartment, occasionally checking my phone to see if it
rang; what if I missed his call...what if...?
Eventually I head back to my room and just lie on my bed, beating myself up over nothing in
particular, just continually working it into my head that I'm probably the devil, and that I don't have a
best friend anymore. I must have fallen asleep eventually though, because when I open my eyes again
it's morning and my phone is blinking, which means that someone called, and that they felt it was
important enough to leave a message.
I press and hold 1, and breathe a silent prayer as the screen flashes 'calling voicemail...' and
hold the phone up to my ear.
"Hey dude, t'Sam . Can't believe you skipped out on the movie, that shit was hella intense!
Cassie get's flayed by a fucking lawn chair and you missed it man. I'm goin' again this Friday with
another group of people, and I ain't lettin' you say no to that, so clear your schedule for this Friday
cause this movie's gonna rock your world dude." *click*
Dammit Sam, when're you gonna learn to not make plans for me. I flip my phone closed and
flip it back out again, shuffling quickly through my contacts and pressing call.
"Heeeey'o?"
"Hey Sam, I can't make a movie on Friday night, I've got some plans with the 'rents and I can't
skip out on 'em like last time."
"Nono dude, this is perfect. Andy can't make Friday either," My stomach knotted up instantly,
"so I'm takin' him on Thursday after classes. Yours end at four, right?"
For the briefest of moments I consider lying, but I might as well get this over with. "Yeah-
well, 3:50, but same thing."
"Heh, sweet. Well make sure you don't plan anything dude; I'm serious, this movie's a killer.
I suppress saying 'I think that's the point,' and just make a throaty acknowledgment instead
"Awesome, then I'll see ya there! Oi! And Andy says:" he donned his most mocking imitation
of Andrew, " Thanks for the great time-uh...I think..." *click*, and with that he was gone.
The rest of the day just drags on and on and on. The hell did Andrew mean? I mean, I gotta
chalk up a decent amount of that to Sam over-exaggerating, but knowing Sam, the words were pretty
accurate... So did Andy enjoy it? Does he hate me? Was it dripping with sarcasm? If so, was it in a good
way or a bad way.
Was it a: Thanks for the great time, but damn does my head hurt, so maybe not. After which
there would be a hearty laugh, maybe a pat on the back. Was it a: Thanks for the great time you
douchebag no good son-of-a-bitch lying thieving murderous jackass treasonous betraying asshole-
okay...maybe not that...but still...the hell did he mean?!?!
One way to find out I guess...
I can't say whether or not Thursday came too soon, or not soon enough. Whenever I was In
class or busying myself with something, I hoped it would never come, yet every time I looked at my
watch hours had passed. But whenever I got home and had nothing to do I wanted it to be Thursday
right then. I was torn between just wanting it to be over with, or wanting it to come so I could explain
what had happened to Andy and maybe salvage some kind of friendship with him.
We had all agreed to meet at The Blue Jay, a local sports bar and grill that had a pretty lame
atmosphere, but some pretty good burgers; besides, it was across the street from the theatre. I got
there first and asked the waiter for a table of four. Now before I say what I thought of the waiter, let
me explain the uniform at this place. It's a bright blue vest and a pair of blue slacks with a hat that was
supposed to look like a Blue Jay-beak and all. Now the head waiter was a rather proud looking Lynx,
you know the type...well I swear he looked like he wanted to slit his wrists! He nodded demurely from
underneath the crooked bill and took me over to a booth situated against the rear wall. I watched him
go with a mix of sympathy and amusement; it's because of people like him that I'm never gonna have
a career in the food industry.
I text Michael and Sam to let them know where the table was-I almost added Andrew to the
text, but I chickened out at the last moment. Mike was the next to show. He plopped in next to me-settling his carefully groomed squirrel tail in his lap-
and immediately struck up a conversation about a game I had missed last Thursday. I answered
enough to pretend like I was interested but otherwise stared at the far wall.
"Hey dudes, how's it hanging?" I turned to see the big lummox of an otter that was Sam flop
into the other side of the booth, accompanied by a much lither wolf. Andrew and I caught each other's
gaze for a moment before I realized that the wall still had many fascinating stories to tell. From the
corner of my eye I could see him looking awkwardly off to the side and I couldn't help but feel guilty all
over again.
The meal progressed pretty much like that. Neither Andrew nor I said anything at all save to
give our orders, and the rest of the time I just stared miserably at my paws. I felt like he was staring at
me but I couldn't bring myself to look him back. Mike and Sam chatted amiably and every third line or
so Sam would remind us all of "How tight this movie would be, " or how much we were all "Totally
gonna wet yourselves".
We all pitched in our part for the bill and tip, I threw an extra buck fifty in for that poor Lynx.
Then come twenty till show-time we all got up and wormed our ways out of the booth towards the
front. A paw grabbed my shoulder and I looked back in surprise. Sam and Mike kept walking, unawares
that Andy and I had stopped.
"H-...hey..." he said in a soft voice.
I turned to face him, my right paw instinctually scratching behind me neck as my nerves got all
worked up again. "Hey man..."
He looked down and to the side, his jaw-line tightening as he thought. A long moment passed,
and I just about took off in the other direction, but finally he looked back up at me, and even through
his dark fur I could see a slight pinkish tint. "Well... it's just...uh." He paused for a moment longer and
took a deep breath.
"I just wanted to say thanks...and sorry..." He shuffled his footpaw and looked down again. I,
on the other hand, was wracking my mind trying to figure out what the fuck was going on. "Sam says I
was pretty gone the other night... and that you walked me back home. I can't believe I let myself go
that much, and I'm sorry you had to see me like that." He looked back up at me and I don't think I've
ever seen someone look so regretful.
"I know I probably did some pretty weird shit..." he seemed to find his grounding, because his
sentences were flowing smoothly now, "and I just hope that hasn't fucked up our friendship, y'know?
I mean...we've been buds since I don't even know when ...and I hope that whatever I did, I hope you
know I didn't mean it."
I stared at him dumbfounded, jaw slightly agape. He stood there for a second longer, staring at
me. I didn't move. His eyes fell until they were looking dejectedly at the floor and his paws resumed
their fidgeting.
"I...I'm sorry." He said, then walked past me faster than was probably necessary. I kept staring
at where he had been, absorbing what he had just said. He didn't remember. He didn't remember...
Sweet!
Also: fuck!
So there's part two, and I definitely plan on continuing it into a three. However, I'm not entirely sure how yet. If anybody has some ideas then go ahead and gimme some feedback. Actually, gimme some feedback anyways (though if anyone responds to this with "I CAME" I'll be severely worried). Tell me whatcha wanna read and I'll see what I can do!
Pacem till next time!
---Nedrian