Travis

So I had a day off, and stumbled out of bed at around...4pm. I lead a glamorous life but hey! When I got home and 8am I got my solid eight hours sleep still! Colin was passed out on the couch, looking a little bit hungover and quite horrible. So I dragged him back to his room while he mumbled something about a jacket. He looked quite cold so I got a jacket out of his wardrobe and put that on him. It didn’t seem to help but I thought I’d be quite maternal.

It wasn’t until Justin got home and went to talk to Colin that it made sense. Xander had dumped Colin, and wanted back the jacket he had lent him, and Colin missed his borrowed jacket. I think that’s what they were saying anyway. It’s really hard to eavesdrop sometimes when they insist on whispering. I mean, I’m going to find out anyway!

It was my turn to cook dinner, and so I felt that since Colin was feeling crap I would get KFC.
Honestly. So we sat like civilised people eating out big bucket of chicken and I got told by Colin about how horrible men were and how I should never date. Xander had dumped him, at least they were finally telling me things.

Clearly Colin wasn’t paying attention to me though, since I have like, no intention of dating. Ever. I’m quite content with going out, picking up and going home with a guy who I may/may not call later that week when I’m bored. It sounds harsh, I know. But how many guys are going to object to a free lay? They might object afterwards but of course if they’re not calling me I don’t hear it.
So it doesn’t count.

Being a Friday night, and more importantly a Friday night where I wasn’t stuck behind a bar getting tips from ugly people for taking my shirt off, we went out. Justin, Colin and myself are pretty damn cool sometimes. Like the Three Musketeers, or the Three Amigos or something.
We all walk into a club and we’re so fashionable that everyone stares at us. Well, mostly at me, because I’m fashionable, but you know what I mean.

Colin wanted to spend most of the night sitting down, I think because the bottle of Vodka he’d been drinking the night before was still getting to him a little bit. He was also drinking soft drink, which is weird because I think anyone who has just been dumped is in need of at least as much alcohol as their body can tolerate, if not more.

Speaking of dumped, it was as I was dancing around on the dance floor with Justin, that we spotted Xander. Justin ran off to play therapist to Colin, or at least try to avoid letting the poor boy see his ex skanking it onto a new boy, and I ran to the bar to get another drink, mostly just because my current drink was running out.

“So how’s Colin?” Came a voice from behind me.

I turned around, and there was Xander. I had been spotted. Damn.

“He would probably be better if he didn’t see you.” I said, turning back to my drink.

“Well I could leave now...if only I had someone to leave with.”

I just turned and looked at him. The music at the club was loud but I was sure I hadn’t misheard what he said. Yup....my housemate’s ex was coming on to me. Great.

“Well there’s a forty year old virgin over there, have fun Xander.” I put a straw in my drink, took a sip while giving Xander a cheeky grin, and then moved away as quickly as one can with a
full drink.

It was then that I spotted what might be the hottest guy on the planet. Okay, so there’s a few obscure actors who are hotter, but he was without a doubt the hottest guy in the club that wasn’t me. A match made in heaven.

He was blonde, a natural-looking one too, not the bleached crap. Wearing a black singlet that showed off everything just enough, dancing enough that he didn’t look too reserved but not so much that he looked like he was on drugs. Ticks in all the boxes. I bounced over to introduce myself.

As is tradition in gay society, the first way of introducing yourself to a guy, especially one you find hot, is not to walk up and talk to them, but to simply walk past, grab their ass, and then wink at them. I did this and about twelve steps later had my arm get grabbed and was pulled back to face black singlet boy.

“I’m Matt. Wanna dance?” He asked.

“Sure.”

He never asked for my name. I don’t think he really cared.

We spent the next four drinks and few hours dancing, and making out, and generally showing ourselves off. People generally get sad when they see two hot people hooking up, it reminds them that they can only get people on their level. Matt was a lot of fun though, everything was going well for me to have a good night. I had no idea where Justin and Colin were, and frankly, I didn’t care too much since Matt was right there in front of me with big blue eyes and being the world’s greatest kisser.

Another few drinks later, Matt and I somehow ended up in the toilets. The toilet stalls at a gay club are not often used for people to actually go to the toilet, and it is definitely not uncommon for guys to be coming in and out of toilet stalls in pairs. It definitely takes some adjusting to seeing the first few times, and it’s not something I would normally do, but I was in the mood for a taste of Matt before we went back to someone’s house.

Just as I was getting started though, Matt’s pants were coming back on, and he just shook his head and looked down at me.

“Wow....you give crap head. How disappointing. I thought stooping to pick up an ugly, pretentious guy would have paid off tonight...”

And just like that, Matt was gone.

I however, didn’t quite know what to do. I sat in the toilet stall for a few minutes, wondering what the hell had just gone wrong. Thinking was happening quite slowly after so many drinks I’d lost count, but I was pretty sure I’d been called ugly. And conceited. I’m neither of those things.

I walked out of the toilet stall with only one thing on my mind. Getting a hot guy, and getting him in to bed. I didn’t need Matt, and hot guy would do to prove to myself that I was neither ugly nor stuck-up. As I walked across the dancefloor in search of prey, I felt myself pushed up against the wall and kissed. By someone who was quite a good kisser too.

It was Xander.

Xander was actually a pretty hot guy, wearing a *really* hot jacket and he was interested. Instant ego boost. And so we left the bar basically that instant, and about twenty minutes later we were in my bed having some really amazing sex.

Then the door opened. I was in a position where I couldn’t see who was at the door, but Xander was.

“Colin?” Xander said

“Xander?” I heard Colin from the door.

“Colin?!” I pulled myself out from under Xander and sat up.

“Travis!!?” Colin basically shouted.

The bedroom door slammed again.