AN: Special thanks to yumacd for willing to be a beta reader and editor, for giving good advice on publishing schedule! I appreciate everyone's patience! Your comments mean a lot to me <3
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Saturday night finally arrived and the well-anticipated party was taking place.
Calum, Dean, Sara, and their friends made their way to the Alpha Chi frat house. They were actually among the first ones to arrive but it was already pretty crowded; at least compared to some other parties Calum had attended before. The Alpha Chi frat definitely had earned its reputation for throwing the biggest parties.
When they entered the house, the place was packed with bodies grinding on the large living-room-turned-dancefloor and red cups being passed around freely. Calum clung to Dean's arm, feeling slightly overwhelmed by all the 'festivities'.
Sara grabbed a couple of beers from a mini-cooler in the corner and handed them out to her friends. "Let's find a spot to chill," she shouted over the music and led the group towards a nearby couch.
As they settled in, Calum couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching him. His eyes scanned the scene until they landed on a familiar face across the crowded room. It was the one person he so badly wanted to forget that weekend; Alan. The jock was surrounded by his friends and a few frat brothers, and unfortunately for Calum, the jock had his eyes locked on him.
Calum didn't want to admit this to anyone, yet, but Alan looked devastatingly handsome tonight in his backwards cap, a fully unbuttoned flannel shirt which revealed his big toned chest and sixpack abs, and a pair of sweatpants that clung to his hips. The arrogant jock exuded such raw masculine sex appeal that speak to the twink, even after Calum tried so hard to ignore it.
Calum's heart skipped a beat as he took in the sight of the jock. He hated himself for it, but the attraction he felt was undeniable. It was made worse with the VERY obvious fact that the attraction was very much mutual, judging from the way Alan looked at him. His gaze was intense, his eyes never leaving Calum's face as he took a long swig from his beer bottle.
"Hey babe, what's wrong?" Dean asked after noticing his boyfriend's distraction. "You okay?"
Dean's voice snapped Calum's gaze away from Alan. "Oh... yeah, I'm fine. It's just... just hot in here," he lied, fanning himself with his hand.
In just the next few minutes, more people had already poured into the house. Before long, the party was already going hard. Calum tried to push thoughts of Alan out of his mind and focus on having fun with his friends. They danced, laughed, and drank.
Dean, in particular, seemed determined to let loose. He downed shot after shot, his inhibitions lowering with each passing minute. "I've needed this," he slurred, pulling Calum onto the dance floor. "This month has been hell."
Calum danced with him, keeping a watchful eye on his boyfriend's growing intoxication. He loved seeing Dean happy and carefree, but he also knew his limits. However, Dean's drinking was particularly concerning that night. He knew Dean had had some stressful weeks on campus with some of the courses assignments, and Dean was simply letting go.
Meanwhile, Alan watched the couple from across the room. He couldn't stand the sight of Calum dancing with someone else, even if it was his own boyfriend. It didn't help that Dean seemed to have lost a bit of his standing already. If Alan were in his position, he would have already had Calum pressed against a corner somewhere, making out hotly with the gorgeous man.
The party went on, but as they just started to get lit, Dean's drinking caught up with him. He stumbled, his words becoming incomprehensible, his eyes glassy. Calum found himself having to hold him up.
"Okay, time to get him home," Calum said.
Calum wrapped an arm around Dean's waist to support him. He made a hint to Sara and their other friend, Dennis, for help. They each took either of Dean's side, and together, they half-carried, half-dragged him out of the frat house.
Alan watched them leave carrying the drunk man out of the house. His jaw clenched. He wanted to go after Calum to make sure the boy wouldn't leave the party but he knew it would only cause more problems. So instead, he stayed behind feeling frustrated. Fuck. He had missed his chance. His friend had invited Dean to the party so Alan could approach Calum later. Alan had every intention of waiting for the right moment to approach the gorgeous twink later but the night was just barely getting started and Calum already had to leave.
"Stupid Dean," he mumbled to himself.
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Back at Dean's dorm, Calum and his friends struggled to get the barely conscious man into bed. Calum gently removed Dean's shoes and jacket, tucking him under a blanket. He sat beside Dean, brushing a strand of hair out of his face.
Dean mumbled some gibberish incoherently before finally passing out completely. Calum watched him for a moment with a frown. He hated seeing Dean like this, but at this point there was nothing else he could do.
"Alright, let him sleep it off," Sara placed a gentle hand on Calum's shoulder. "He'll be okay, Calum. We can check on him again later."
Dennis chimed in rather excitedly. "The night is still young, guys. What do you say we head back to the party? It's not every day we get to let loose like this."
Calum hesitated for a moment but looking at Dean's peaceful, vastly-sleeping face, he knew his boyfriend would be okay with him having fun.
"Okay, let's go."
The trio left Dean's dorm. after Calum spent one last second looking at the bed where Dean was sleeping to make sure he was fine, and they walked back to the Alpha Chi house.
They were once again surrounded by the loud music and the ever-growing crowd. They made their way to the dance floor, losing themselves in the music. Their worries, especially Calum's, about Dean was quickly put to the back of their minds as they drank and danced.
In just a few minutes, Calum found himself back jumping stupidly to the music. Sara and Dennis cheered on him, their laughter spurring him on. They would grab shots from a passing tray, downing them quickly before continuing their dumb dance-off.
Standing on another corner of the house, Alan was surprised to see Calum back at the party. He saw the man he'd been lusting over for weeks having fun with his friends, and this time Alan didn't see Dean anywhere close. Alan's heart pumped fast. With the twink having returned to the party, and without his boyfriend to distract him, he knew he couldn't let this opportunity go to waste. Alan watched Calum's every move. The blonde twink was a vision, his hot tight body swaying to the music, his soft-looking hair bouncing with each step. Alan felt his pants grow tight. He couldn't wait too long for another moment to seduce Calum.
The crowd had gone bigger and wilder with more and more people stepping on to the dance floor to have fun. Calum didn't realize until it was too late that he had lost track of his friends. He spun around, trying to locate them in the crowd, but he couldn't find them anywhere near him. Suddenly, he felt a presence behind him, and a familiar deep voice sent shivers down his spine.
"You look lost, pretty boy," Alan's breath was hot against Calum's ear. "Looking for someone?"
Calum turned around, and found his back pressing against the wall with Alan towering over him. The blonde's heart raced, his mouth suddenly dry. "I- I was just... I lost my friends," he stammered.
Alan smirked, placing a hand on the wall beside Calum's head, caging him in. "Well, I'm right here and I think I can make your night a lot more..."
"I don't need you to make my night more
