Date: Mon, 07 Mar 2005 00:47:11 +0000
From: Martin Internet <writemartin2@hotmail.com>
Subject: Gambling for Love-4

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Authors Note: This is my first story I have typed. It is inspired by
fictional events. Similar names used in this story that pertain to people
in reality are purely coincidental. Enjoy.

Previous Reading---"Yeah, its cool." Mark replied reluctantly. I offered out
a hand. He took
it into his grasp and I felt the warmth of his hand flow into mine. It felt
beautiful and smooth. I even pulled him up to his feet as everyone else was
standing up and getting ready to move down stairs with all the snacks and
drinks.
I wanted to keep on holding his hand from now till eternity. I noticed
that I had been holding on for too long and was embarrassed. My cheeks began
to have a burning sensation and thats when I knew I was blushing. He looked
curiously at me but did not say a word. All the guys were downstairs yet we
remained. I was kind of dissapointed at myself for being such a dork.
We both got our things and went down to the basement where the rest of the
guys wait. -----

	We walked down the stairs to see the guys all chilling on the coach.
There was only one chair left with big arms on it. I ran for it and sat
there
before Mark could get to it. Mark ran right after me knowing I was going to
get the chair. I managed to get on the chair.

	"Get off my chair!" Mark screamed.

	"No, I got to it first." I shot back.

	"How about this is my house and you will get no alcohol if you
don't move!" Mark exclaimed. I could see the tention building within
those eyes of his.

	"I was only kidding man, just let me sit on the arm of the chair
so I don't sit on the floor?"

	"Yeah, sure." Mark replied. "Who's up for some NHL 2005!?"

	Everyone said yeah and got out all the PS2 controllers and
accessories. Before you knew it everyone was playing except for
Carl.

	"I don't have a controller I can use." Carl said.

	"Oh well, we'll just rotate between rounds." Mark replied.

	We never really played an actual hockey game on NHL 2005. We
would just play half court shoot outs. Who ever got five goals first
would win the game. My favorite player was Iginla, I picked him almost
every time. Mark's favorite player was Bertuzzi, and picked him almost
every time. Justin picked Sakic, I never really paid attention to what
Jeremy picked because I knew he wasn't all that good at this game
anyways.

	The game started and soon it ended. Mark won of course, since it
is his game. Justin lost so he passed the controller to Carl. Throughout
the games Mark and I never passed the controller over. Us both were actually
tied for wins, why was it that my favorite guy was also my equal opponent?

	After an hour or so went by Jeremy hadn't won a game yet, but managed
to keep his controller for the most part. After Mark had won again Jeremy
was seeming to get frustrated. He would make more noise as he pressed the
buttons on the controller, more noisey then it really had to be. I had won
the next round. "This game fucking sucks, we never win. Its always Mark or
you." Jeremy glaring at my eyes. "Lets get drunk now, I had enough of this
dancing around the bottle bullshit. I want to do it now before it gets
too late." said Jeremy.

	"Ok, ok." Mark said. "Lets get the liquor out and put it on the little
table." I helped Mark get the beer and glasses.

	"Well Justin and I are leaving now since it's getting late." explained
Carl.

	"It's not that late." Jeremy said, "Why don't  you guys stay and see
us get plastered?"

	"Well it's 11:00 and curfew is 12:00 for the licence I have so..." Carl
trailed off in speech.

	"Don't worry Carl, see you later. Hope you had fun!" I said to Carl
reassuringly, looking off to the side I glared at Jeremy. Jeremy was giving
me
quite the gross look back at me.

	Ever since grade eleven started, it seemed that Jeremy and I
had drifted a little bit apart. We always had a little distance even
when we were best friends. I could never tell him what really did
bother me or my true feelings. He just didn't seem like that kind of
person you would share those personal feelings to. He seemed ignorant
and "I'm a tough guy" attitude. He would make light of complicated
situations and was insensitive to others. The more rude and ignorant
he became as time went on, the more I drifted apart from him. Quite
frankly I would be better off without him now but Mark insists on
having him hang out with us. I would do anything to make Mark happy
though.

	Justin and Carl left the door, and we decided that we would order
some pizza. Mark and Jeremy started drinking almost immediately as I was
making the call. I made the call as quick as possible so that I could chill
with the guys and  have my first drink with them. They were both sitting
near a table and started popping beers open. I grabbed a beer and started
to chug it, not knowing its bitter taiste. I almost coughed it up, it was
soo new and bitter to me.

	Jeremy started laughing at me hysterically, "Little baby can't handle
a little bit of booze!"

	"Hey shut up!" I laughed at myself for making a fool out of myself
thinking I could just start chugging the beer.

	"Here if you don't like it, I will have it! Mark exclaimed with his
hand in my direction. I gave him the beer. He had three beers in about
fifteen minutes. Jeremy had two and I still had no liquor. "You can
have some rum'n coke after the pizza comes."

	"Thank god, I thought I was'nt going to be able to drink
anything tonight!" I stated.

	"Yup! Your going to get hammed with us!" Mark smiling.

	The door bell rang. "Hey get the door, we're too busy drinking."
Jeremy said.

	"Yeah, I'll be back in a second." I got the money I had won from gambling
and payed the delivery boy. Damn he was cute with sandy blonde hair down to
his
shoulders, blue eyes and awesome smile. Too bad I couldn't just invite him
in
for a drink with us. I thanked him and went downstairs with the pizza.

	"Pizza is HURRR!" I said in a gansta tone.

	"Shut up, I want pizza now!" Jeremy advanced with a beer bottle in his
left hand and right hand opening the pizza box. He grabbed the first two
slices
and put them right on the table.

	"You fucking idiot, we need plates first you ass!" Mark screached. With
that, Mark ran up the stairs and got some plates from the kitchen. He ran
back down and in no time we were enjoying our pizza. The rum was on the
table
and poured some in a glass, then I put in coke. There was one third of rum
and two thirds coke. Mark and Jeremy had been obvserving me as I was doing
this. I felt a bit nervous as they were looking at me. The moment of truth,
I started drinking the rum'n coke. After that I saw the looks on Marks
and Jeremy's faces, they were both in shock. I was in even more shock, I
never really thought I would ever drink until I am nineteen which is the
legal
drinking age. It taisted a bit bitter but it sure taisted a hell of a lot
better than that beer. "It's good" I said. Then we all start eating our
pizza
and drinking. I drank 4 rum'n cokes before I was done my portion of pizza.
I was starting to feel a little more loose but not all that much.

	I was feeling the minor effects of alcohol. I couldn't really focus
on one thing at a time. We started watching Napoleon Dynamite on his
big t.v. Jeremy had as much rum'n coke as I did. I decided to get the beds
ready as I know if we get any more alcohol in our system we might not be
coordinated enough to do much of anything. I went to the spare bedroom
to get some make shift matresses and put them on the hard wood floor
in front of tv. Mark and I got the blankets and pillows. During
sleepovers Mark would always have the matress closest to the tv. I claimed
the next matress beside him. That left Jeremy to sleep on the couch.

	"I don't want to sleep on this couch" Jeremy whined.

	"Go cry, I got myself the mattress and I won the game tonight
so you can sleep there." I said.

	"Fine then, you can sleep with your boyfriend on the floor
then." Jeremy snapped. I couldn't help but feel a little bit
embarrassed at that moment. I really did have feelings for Mark.

	"Hey guys come over here!" Mark yelled from the adjacent
computer room. We entered the room and saw that he had mixed
red bull with a whole bunch of vodka. It looked like a yellow
mixture. This mixture could make it possible for me to get
my way with Mark. With that he started sipping it, "It taistes
good!" he sips some more out of it. "Here try some!"

	Mark handed me the big glass of the mixture. I started sipping
it from where Mark had. It taisted a bit sour, but it was really
good! "This shit taistes good Mark! I want more!" I asked.

	"No this is for me, you should have bought more red bull
for yourself!" Mark said.

	"Oh well, let me have some Mark." With that Jeremy took a couple
huge gulps of the mixture.

	"Hey, give me that I want to get hammed off this shit!" Mark yelled
at Jeremy. "You guys can have more rum and coke you know. Just make sure
that you don't make it obvious that so much is missing."

	With that said Jeremy and I got another glass. After this I was
feeling the effects of the alcohol. I went on the computer and
started to talk to other friends from school and went on webcam to show I
was
drinking. Most of them who I showed were in shock and couldn't
believe that I was actually drinking. It was all amusing to me
but I had a very hard time trying to type properly. Oh well I
thought to myself. Mark was still sipping on his mixture and I
showed them what we were drinking. They were all happy for us. I
signed off so I could have another drink. This time I was not able
walk properly without stumbling over a few of my steps.

	As I was drinking the last that I would drink tonight Mark was
still sipping his drink, it almost seemed like he was reluctant to drink
it or to finish it, one or the two. "If you don't drink it, then I will."
Jeremy demanded.

	"No, I'm going to finish it right now." Mark stated.

	"No you wont, you will just take little pussy sips out of it." Jeremy
retorted. I doubt Jeremy had been feeling any effects of the alcohol because
of his size.

	"Nope I'm going to chug this right now!" and with that statement he
held the glass in the air, still half full. "This will be dedicated to
James!"

	"Why is it dedicated to me?" I asked.

	"Why not? Cheers!" Mark held up his glass and we clinked our glasses
together. "To James!" With that he started chugging it, after about half
a minute he was done. I thought it was odd that he dedicated a drink to his
friend
who was standing right beside him. I don't really know why he would dedicate
it to
me, maybe I will never know, but I was happy he said my name rather than
anyone
elses, he was my best friend and crush He let out a belch and I saw his eyes
roll back. "Wow that was a hell of a lot to drink. I think I'm done
tonight!"
He said and I started laughing.

	I went back on the computer and started web camming with a close
girl friend of mine. Mark followed me into the computer room. I could
see in my own webcam screen that Mark was directly behind me on the chair
leaning on it. He pulled up a chair and sat beside me. He was very close
to the screen trying to read what I'm typing. But when he was close
to the screen he was very close to me. I could feel his breath against
my face and I couldn't help but feel aroused. As I continued talking
to my other freiends on MSN I felt something on my shoulder. It was
Marks head. I was personally amazed he would actually do it. When I
looked at him, he sat right up again and tried his best. It was no
use he lost his balance and started leaning on the wall.

	My other friends were laughing at what they were seeing going on
around me. I didn't care, Mark was my buddy and I would never
be embarrassed of his actions. Then he leaned on me again. This time
I didn't look at him. I just observed him through the webcam. He looked
so cute. I was wearing a tee-shirt at the time so i felt his cold leather
jacket on my arm. My friends watching this said he must be really drunk if
he can't support himself. I agreed but let him keep on doing what he was
doing.

	Jeremy entered the room with his big feet pounding on the floor.
"Aww look at you faggots all huddling on each other. How fucking cute
is that. Maybe I should get a picture it will last longer!" As Jeremy
said that Mark tried to support himself on the wall but failed again.

	"Maybe its time I go offline and go watch Napoleon Dynamite."
Mark mumbled something but I could barely hear anything. I logged
off his computer and I helped Mark to his bed on the floor. Instead of
lieing down on his bed he lies on mine. "Hey thats my bed there Mark."

	"I don't care." he mumbles. The movie was half over and we had
watched none of it so we restart it again. I got changed in the bathroom
into my pj pants and just kept my t-shirt on. Jeremy started the movie and
I turned off the lights and lied down beside Mark to watch the movie.

	I lied down on Mark's bed, but I'm pretty sure its my bed now
because it didn't seem that Mark was going to be moving anywheres
in his drunken state. We quietly lied down watching the movie. I could
here Mark behind me figiting or moving something around. I didn't pay
any attention to it.

	Fifteen minutes pass when Mark whines "I need to go to the bathroom!"

	"You know where it is Mark, after all, it is your house."I whispered.

	"I can't stand up, I need help." He whispered in my ear.

	"OK, get ready then." I positioned myself beside him and held him up
straight but it felt like he wasn't even trying to support himself, like
he was just leaning right on top of me. "Mind to help Jeremy?" I asked.

	"Don't worry you guys are good." he replied. I raised a brow at him.
Jeremy didn't budge so I managed to get Mark to the bathroom in one peice,
even though it would have been a lot quicker with Jeremy. Fortunately
the bathroom was close to the room we were sleeping in, only fifteen
feet away.

	"Here you go!" I sat him down on the toilet seat. "You probably
should stay seated when you do your thing because you don't want to
aim in the wrong place."

	"Thanks James." He mumbled. I left the bathroom and closed the
door behind me.

	I walked towards the room where we were sleeping in. "Aww
thats so cute, helping your boyfriend to the bathroom. Did you make
sure he aims properly in the toilet?" Jeremy spoke in a sarcastic tone.

	" First thing he isn't my boyfriend, second of all, I'm not gay
and third, maybe you should actually help your friends rather than be
such a fucking prick. If you were so drunk that you needed help peeing
or getting the bathroom you would expect us to help you."

	"I wouldn't need your help because I would just whip mine out
and take care of business where I please. " Jeremy snorted.

	"Of course you would say something like that because
you are an inconsiderate moron and have no respect for peoples
property and have no sense of decency."

	"Do you wanna get hit?" Jeremy asked seriously. His left
eyebrow was raised and looked like he was ready to pounce.

	"Bring it, I'm not afraid of you, you're all talk anyways,
you wouldn't do shit." I muttered.

	"Alright as you wish!" Jeremy started to advance on me and I
got ready to defend myself.

	"James, help me out of the bathroom!" whined Mark.

	Looking into Jeremy's eyes I replied "Be RIGHT there,
Mark!" I backed away from the situation but maintaned my eye
contact with Jeremy. We weren't on good terms at all right now.
This didn't help my situation at all, I had to chose between
Jeremy and Mark. Mark would obviously win my attention. Jeremy
was backing down as well with a very stern look on his face. I
had actually pushed one of his buttons but he more than certainly
pressed the wrong one on mine. I had enough of his anti-gay
sarcasm and how he always made fun of me for being a "faggot" or
whatever he would say. Jeremy then lied back down in his bed
and watched the movie.

	I walked in the bathroom, what a mess. Toilet paper on the floor and
Mark barely even on the toilet seat anymore. I got him to put an arm around
my shoulder and got a hand on his side and helped him to bed. We took
it one step at a time. He started to fall down again but I managed to grab
him before he fell. I grabbed his ass and I could not believe how nice
it felt. It automatically made me aroused, my dick felt hard in my
pajama pants. I still had my hand on his ass as I lead him to his bed.
He lied back down again on his back and just stared at the ceiling.

	"Here, Mark, lie on your side." I commanded.

	"Why?" Both boys ask me.

	"Just in case if you throw up, you will throw up to the side rather
than choking on your own vomit and dieing." I knew he wouldn't throw
up because he hasn't blacked out. They agreed and I propped Mark on
his side, this made him closer to my own mattress which was right beside
his.
He layed towards the right.

	We watched the movie and it was comming to an end. It was fairly
funny, Napoleon is my new hero second to Mark that is. It was late
so we decided to turn off the lights and sleep. Jeremy turned off
the tv and i got underneath the covers.

	"G'night guys."

	"G'night" they reply.

	When I sleep I always slept with one arm under my head pointing up.
I would always have my body go to the left with left arm underneath my
head. Since Mark was lieing to the right, I was facing him. Since
it was dark I coudln't see if he was awake or asleep. I could only
tell by the little clues, either him shuffling around in his sheets
or making a small grunting noise. He slept quite like me but in the
opposite direction. When I got comfortable I tried to get as close
to Mark as possible without being on his mattress. I was litterally
on the line between his and my mattress. So I got real comfortable
in that spot and started to settle down in that spot.

	I could hear that Marks breathing began to slow down
along with mine. I heard him shuffle for a minute and then
I felt it. His hand grabbed my wrist and then released again.
I got excited over this small amount of physical contact but
it was better than nothing. I could here light snores from
a distance away so I knew that Jeremy was asleep. Mark
usually breathes heavily when he is asleep, I did
not hear it. He was still awake, and he had his hand on
my wrist. I started comming up with excuses for why he
hadn't moved his hand yet. He may be too drunk to
realize. I couldn't really come to my senses, but
I did not try and move so I could stay in this moment.
I felt his touch growing warmer, it felt beautiful
with his soft soothing hand on me.

	Darkness soon took over my vision, and then
I fell into a sweet slumber.

TO BE CONTINUED