The Gay Nerd Who Stole His Heart

"Ella, I'm not going there," Jonah hissed, rolling his eyes and leaning back in his chair. It had been a few days since he had last contacted Kylan, but it was tough resisting the urge to check up on him. Ella furrowed her brows, "You know he didn't mean that-"

"Then he shouldn't have said it. Besides, he's right - a break between the both of us is what's best."

"But this isn't a break. That's a break-up."

"Same thing," Jonah shrugged his shoulders. Ella grumbled curse words under her breath, to which Jonah added, "You're making it seem like I don't miss him—"

"You're not acting like you do."

"That's because he broke up with me. What else am I supposed to do? Beg for someone to like me?"

"He loves you. We both know that."

"Okay, relax," he sighed, "I'll go tomorrow."

"You're such a prideful loser," Ella scoffed.

Jonah shook his head, "That's the only pro of not having Kylan around; you not being around either."

"Shut up. Let me know what happens, alright?"

"No," and he hung up the phone. Under his breath, he mumbled, "so annoying."

On the other hand, Kylan did not really think much of Jonah. When he did, it settled him into a gloom, but these past few days hanging around Sam had been comforting. They watched movies together at hers, cooked diner together. Even the mornings she was not able to be there due to work, she knocked on his door and left him a warm breakfast.

However, they had not yet spoken of that kiss, which he thought about numerously.

Sam was hot, of Jonah's caliber, and Kylan could not lay his eyes off her. Even when she ate, the way her cheeks puffed was adorable, but he had no attraction to her. A friend she was, and only a friend she was to be. But that kiss must've meant something.

That night, Sam barged into his house, as she had been doing the past few days, and slumped on the couch.

"I'm so tired," she yawned, "work was long."

"That sucks," she was still dressed in her work clothes, which was odd since she usually changed before heading over. Her work attire was a long gold dress, her blond hair curled and glittery covering her eyelid. He was unsure what she did for work, but the elegance was enough to cause his breath to fall stuck in his throat.

He brought her a glass of water and sat down beside her, "You must be thirsty. I have leftovers if you'd like them?"

"What is it?"

"Spaghetti with meatballs, I can make you a plate."

"How about we drink?" she raised her head, "Let ourselves a bit loose."

Kylan frowned, "I haven't drunk in a long time."

"Why not?"

"Jonah doesn't allow me to drink because I get " he trailed off for a moment, attempting to find the right words before saying, "-crazy."

"That's crap. He just can't handle you having fun!" she exclaimed.

Kylan shrugged his shoulders, "I guess."

"Besides, it's only you and me, so how crazy can you get?"

"I get emotional," he admitted.

"I'm going to get the alcohol in your fridge; I'll be right back. Don't move." She stood to her feet, swayed her hips away, and Kylan had certainly been looking. When she returned, she had two shot glasses and a bottle of vodka; it was full. "We're finishing all this-"

"No, that's insane!"

"I had a rough day Ky, please," those puppy dog eyes were hard to refuse against.

He rolled his eyes, "I'll drink until I can't anymore."

"That sounds like fun, then let's play a game. Never have I ever."

"With only the two of us?"

"So I'll say something that I've never done, and if you've done it, you take a shot. Then you say something you've never done, and if I've done it, I take a shot." "Alright," Kylan was interested, "who goes first?"

"I do!" She tilted her chin, her eyes absently looking at the ground for a few seconds before saying, "Never have I ever had sex with someone of my own gender."

Kylan laughed, "You think you're funny?" He reached for his shot glass and took a shot as Sam chuckled.

"I'm making you take a shot every single time."

"We'll see about that never have I ever made out with my friend's brother."

Sam shyly looked away before tilting her head back and taking a shot. She grimaced, "This alcohol is hard."

"You've made out with your friend's brother before?"

"I had sex with him."

"Goodness," he raised an eyebrow, "what'd your friend do?"

"She tried to fight me, but that was back in high school anyways. So my turn-never have I ever had a threesome."

Kylan chuckled a bit, his cheeks glaring red before he tilted his head back and took a shot.

"You what?!"

"It was out of the blue! Jonah and I wanted to experience more things, and we ended up having a threesome with a girl."

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"Was it awkward? Was it fun?"

"It was fun as hell. The girl was wild too. Jonah and I connected so much more from that! We even used toys, and I never had that strong of an orga—"

"Alright, too much information! My ears are bleeding!" she laughed, which Kylan harmonized.

"My turn never have I ever had sex with a friend's Dad."

Sam smirked, "I didn't have sex with him, but I made out with my friend's Dad?"

"No way!"

"Yes, it was in his bedroom too when she invited me over. I'll still take a shot since I want to get drunk. So it's my turn now never have I ever had a piercing other than my earlobes." Kylan groaned and took a shot. She frowned, not a piercing in sight, "Where is it?"

He seemed a bit hesitant before he quietly said, "Jonah's really kinky, so he made me get a piercing on my "

"Shut up! Did it hurt?"

"Like one hell of a bitch; he loves it, though. At least-" Kylan sighed sadly, "-he used to..."

"This isn't the depressing fest, alright? Let's take another shot together, so you can stop being so sad."

And they did.

By the time that they were both drunk, they had reached nine shots, and it had been the most amusing Kylan had had in a while. Sam continuously made jokes, and Kylan revealed many more details of his relationship with Jonah that Sam could have never pictured. He even revealed the tattoo of Jonah's initials behind his ear.

Both in a drunken state, Sam convinced Kylan to take another shot, even though both of them could barely see one another with how blurry their visions were. Kylan agreed nonetheless, and it worsened their state even more.

Sam closed the alcohol bottle afterward, "Let's play something else. Truth or dare."

"I'll start," Kylan volunteered, leaning back in his seat and saying, "truth or dare?" "Dare."

"I dare you to go in the hallway and scream penis."

Sam did not even hesitate as she sprinted in the hallway and screamed penis, having it echo across the floor. She rapidly hid back into the condo, both crying of laughter.

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Do you think I'm beautiful?" She asked timidly.

"Yes," he nodded his head, "truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Do you think I'm beautiful?" he mimicked her, and they began laughing, although she nodded her head.

"Very."

"I thought so."

"Truth or dare, Kylan?"

"Dare."

A smirk pulled Sam's lips, "Kiss me."

Kylan immediately leaned forward, his drunken state numbing all his feelings and simply placing his lips on hers. However, he soon realized that she was not allowing him to pull away, wrapping her arms around his neck and tightened his lips onto hers.

It was sloppy, but when her tongue suddenly asked for entrance, he forcefully pulled apart, "What are you—"

"I'll be honest," her breath was warm, and she still had her grip around him, snuggling underneath him and allowing him to be on top, "I have a crush on you. I find you so hot, and I want you ever since the day we met." "In the elevator?"

"Yes," she seemed out of breath as she peered into his eyes, feeling her heart palpitate, "you're exactly my type."

"I'm gay-"

"Then this shouldn't really matter, right?" She tilted her head, "Let me have one night with you. You guys are broken up, aren't you?"

To his drunken mind, it made sense. And he rapidly nodded his head, "You're right." He leaned forward and aggressively placed his lips on hers, and she suddenly felt as if her breath was caught in her throat by how dominant and precise his kiss was. His tongue enveloped hers with enough gentleness, and the minute she was to retort, his lips left hers and began bubbling on the perfect spot on her neck to make her moan.

His fingers reached for the bottom of her dress and lifted the end, revealing the golden thong that she had purposely worn. "Let me pull this down," he breathed seductively in her ear, and she thought she would orgasm from his mere voice. The ecstasy was stronger than she had assumed it would be, and when his fingers found her opening, her moan was so loud it echoed down the hall.

Her nails gripped his back, and he laughed, "Tell me I'm making you feel good."

"So good," she moaned, breathing heavily as she felt every impulse her body was sending, "that's the perfect spot."

Jonah didn't enter his mind once.

When her legs began trembling, he reached for his zipper, "Are you sure you want to?"

"Yes, I've been fantasizing about this moment," she moaned, tilting her head back.

However, he realized that he did not have a condom and wrapped his arm around her lower back, lifting her up and allowing her to wrap her legs around his waist. She giggled, kissing his lips as he led them to the bedroom and pressed her onto the bed. He reached inside the drawer of the bedside table and found the pack of condoms they always kept. He ripped one open, rapidly placed it on, and it was not even seconds later until he was inside of her.

Her moans were terribly loud, but they thought only the two of them could hear it.

That was because Kylan did not realize he had butt-dialed Jonah, who was listening to the entire situation in shock.