Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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It was a long night for both of them.
Mike and Alex weren't used to drinking so much.
They were both seniors in high school.
Both barely eighteen.
Still, they'd had their share of late parties, and they were both known to indulge in a little drinking. This, however, was unprecedented.
Even after every other kid had left Mike's house, Alex remained. Together, the two downed more beer than they'd thought was humanly possible.
Then Mike brought out his dad's scotch, and things got absolutely insane.
Mike's parents were out of town, and Alex's parents trusted both boys enough to agree to a sleep over. The less they knew about the party that had just occurred, the better.
Despite being friends since the seventh grade, Alex and Mike were polar opposites. Mike was a theatre kid, Alex was a shy, quiet geek. Mike was outgoing and popular. Alex was afraid to talk to girls.
Yes, despite having an, almost frustratingly large, group of female friends, Alex was perpetually single.
Mike was gay. Not quite openly, but all of his friends knew. Alex wasn't a homophobe or anything, but finding out did make things awkward between the two for a while.
And yet here they were. Two 18 year old boys, alone, drinking together in a dark basement.
Mike made some dumb joke about their English teacher. Alex laughed so hard he slipped off the couch, landing flat on the floor.
Mike giggled, and goofily flopped off the couch, piling on top of Alex.
"Get offa me," Alex laughed.
"Make me," Mike replied mockingly.
Alex struggled a bit, trying to force the athletically-superior Mike off. Alex stopped trying, and reduced back into a laughing heap.
"I forgot how strong you were," Alex managed to say in between laughs.
"I forgot how weak you were."
"I'm not week...I'm just...endearingly small."
"There's nothing endearing about being a weakling."
"I'll have you know girls find it cute."
"How would you know? You're a virgin."
"How would you know? You're gay."
