The Drinking Game

"Oh hey Vic! What's up?"
"Eh, not much. I was curious, what are you doing tonight?"
"Um nothing. Why?"
"You wanna come over and hang out. My parents won't be home till tomorrow so we can do whatever."
"Sweet! When do you want me to come over?"
"Around eight maybe?"
"Sure! See you tonight!"
"Alright, see you tonight Kristof."

I hung up the phone and squealed excitedly. I have had a major crush on Victor since the day we met but I could never summon the courage to ask him out, but he is the only thing I can think about. I doubt he likes me back but I don't care. I still want to go. I took a quick shower and walked into my closet to find something to wear. I decided to dress as if I was going to school. Black skinny jeans, black tee shirt, and nice black boots. I didn't bother to mess with my hair since I was going to ride my motorcycle over. The wind will do my hair for me. I brushed my teeth and looked myself over in the mirror one last time to make sure everything was good. I pulled up to his house and walked up to his front door. 
Just before I rang the doorbell, Victor opened the door. "Hey Kristof, come on in." He invited. 
"How did you know I was here?" I asked as I walked in. 
"I heard your bike, it's kinda hard to miss."
"Oh..." I said blushing. "Yeah I kinda forgot about that. I guess I'm used to it." 
"So what do you want to do? Xbox? Movie? Whatever?"
"Whatever." I joked. 
"Alright, get ready."
"Why?" I laughed.
"Because I'm gonna murder your ass." He winked at that last part. I don't know why. I tried to not think much of it. He probably meant at Black Ops 2. I never win. "Want anything to drink?"
"Sure. What do you have?"
"Here, catch." He tossed an unopened bottle of Vodka and walked passed my up the stairs with two shot glasses in his hands. I looked at him like he was insane. "Well you coming?" I followed him up the stairs and smiled behind him. "Have you ever had Vodka before?" 
"Um...no.." I blushed. 
"Good. Neither have I." He winked again. Why does he keep doing that? I smiled and told myself not to over think it. He's just messing around. "Alright," He tossed a controller on the bed and put Black Ops 2 in. "Every time you die, you take a shot. Got it?" 
"Got it."

The first few rounds went as expected. He murdered my ass. After about the sixth shot I was kinda getting buzzed but then his soldier hit the ground. "What?? How did that happen?" Victor acted innocent, but I didn't notice. 
"I don't know but now it's your turn." I said as I filled up the shot glass for him and handed it to him. 
"You aren't gonna get anymore babe." Victor said right before he downed the shot. 
"What did you just call me?" I blushed. He just smiled and went back to the game. But, somehow I shot him again. I don't know how but I did. One shot. Two shot. Another and another. Then two for me. 
The next shot, Victor accidentally spilled the shot right on the crotch of his pants. At this point we were both drunk but could still talk. He stood up and unzipped his pants but stopped as he noticed me blushing pretty badly and trying not to look. "What?" 
"Oh um nothing." I blushed even harder because he then dropped his pants revealing that he wasn't wearing any underwear. He then grabbed the bottle and took a drink from it then handed it to me and did the same, still blushing. As soon as the bottle left my lips, his lips soon took it's place. I was so surprised that I moaned involuntarily. He pulled back and winked at me. There it was again. That wink. Was this what he meant the whole time? I bit my lip as my heart started to race. He reached down and unzipped my pants slowly as he kissed me again. He pulled my pants off and then grabbed the bottle and we shared the last few sips that were left. 

I woke up the next morning to find myself in bed, naked, next to Victor. His arms were around me, holding me close as if he didn't want to let me go. The empty Vodka bottle was laying on the floor next to a bottle lube. I then noticed that my ass was kinda sore. Did we really...? Did we have sex? My heart was racing so fast. My face was so red. My stomach was fluttering. 
But all of that went away when his eyes opened slowly and he caught my gaze. "Good morning baby." He smiles and kissed me softly. Hearing those words from him. My heart calmed and I rested my head on his shoulder and laid my hand on his smooth, bare chest. He combed his fingers through my hair slowly and we just laid there together in a silent bliss.
A few minutes pass then we hear a car pull up and he sits up suddenly. "My parents are home!" We both jumped out of bed and hurried to put our clothes back on. He kicked the two bottles under his bed and grabbed my hand as I headed to climb out his window. I turned to find him gazing deeply into my eyes. "I love you Kristof." He whispered softly them kissed me passionately one last time before I left. 
"I love you too Victor." I whispered back. I climbed out the window and got on my bike. The whole drive ride home, all I could think about where those words, "I love you Kristof." Those four simple words played over and over again in my head. Finally, I was his. 

The next day at school, Victor snuck up behind me and covered my eyes and whispered in my ear, "Guess who." I turned around to see him standing there with a handful of while camellias, my favourite flower. He handed me then saying, "I missed you baby." He handed me the flowers then kissed me slowly. I wrapped my arms around him with the flowers in my hand and whispered, "I missed you too love."