Brad & Nick

Chapter three: first dates

"You asked for it," I huffed tackling Brad. He and I wrestled on top of my bed like a bunch of children. Of course, Brad's big ass was causing my bed to shake. He weighed like one ninety. I'm sure the kitchen chandelier was shaking downstairs because my mom was shouting for Brad and I to cut it out after five minutes.

"Fine take it," Brad said tossing it to me. "Please promise me you're not going to Troy's tonight. Why is he even still texting you?"

"Because he can't get enough of my dick," I muttered sarcastically, my eyes flicking across my messages. Brad sucked his teeth.

"Why would you want a guy who's been with every curious, gay and bi guy in the school?" Brad commented. "You know the only person Dylan has ever been with is me, and call me a spoiled little brat. But I fucking love the fact that I was the one who took his virginity. All of his sexual experiences have been with me and only me."

Here we go again with Dylan.

I snorted. "Does he know you're not his first?"

Brad threw my remote at me. "Did you know you're like Troy's fiftieth?"

I rolled my eyes as my phone vibrated again. I smirked as a picture of Troy in a very sexy position flashed across my screen. I bit my lip as I read over the message he sent me describing in great detail all of the things that he wanted me to do to him.

"Look at this," I said tossing my cell phone to Brad. He picked it up, his eyes opening wide as he dropped my phone.

"I think I need bleach for my fucking eyes," Brad huffed. "What the fuck, dude? You could have at least given me some sort of warning. Damn I hope I didn't catch syphilis or something from looking at that."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Don't be an idiot. But do you see what he's doing to me? He's sending me all of these nudes, begging me to come inside of him. What's a guy supposed to do?"

Brad rolled his eyes. "Go out with Sam, and jerk off afterwards to some Internet porn like every normal guy in the beginning of a relationship."

"I'll consider it," I joked as Brad stood up from my bed, handing me my phone.

"Sam is outside by the way," Brad muttered. "Have fun. Don't do anything I wouldn't do. Oh and my bed is open tonight, if you want to cuddle later."

"Bite me," I retorted as I smoothed my shirt out. Brad walked out with me, insisting on escorting me to Sam's car. He even opened my door for me like an idiot.

"You two have a wonderful night," Brad laughed. "Oh and Sam – I want Nick home by eleven."

"Go home Brad," I huffed rolling my car window up. Sam smirked as he pulled out the driveway. We rode in awkward silence for a while. I guess neither of us knew what to say. That or maybe we were just nervous. Sam was clearly nervous. He was holding onto his steering wheel as if it was a life or death situation.

"We don't have to do the whole formal date thing," I began. "I mean first dates are awkward enough. Do you maybe just want to hang out at my place, order a pizza and play some video games?"

"I knew there was a reason I liked guys," Sam smirked as he turned around back towards my house. That was easy. I glanced at my watch. My mom should have left for work soon anyways so I wouldn't have to worry about her hovering around, asking Sam all of these questions. She didn't need to meet him yet.

Sam ordered the pizza while I set up my Xbox One. The two of us played COD, Halo, Madden and FIFA until our fingers started hurting. Sam pretty much kicked my ass in every game. I was a little rusty thanks to soccer practice. I just didn't have the time anymore to hone my skills.