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The first time Chris kissed a guy. Well, to be honest it wasn't pretty. It was William.
He and William were having their own party. Where William seemed quite buzzed, Chris was absolutely sloshed. He couldn't sit up straight. Or do anything straight. Will was doing something that made Chris' insides turn - in a good way. So he did the only thing he knew what to do. He snogged the fuck out of him.
He's pretty sure it only lasted a few seconds but it was fucking hot. To him, anyway. Before Chris actually had the chance to stick his tongue down William's throat, he was shoved off of him.
'Chris what the fuck?' William asked, more confused than angry.
Chris ran a hand across his face. Shit. He was totally screwed.
'Fuck man, I'm sorry,' He slurred out.
'Do you like, fancy me, or something?' William asked, bewildered.
'What? Fuck, no, man. I'm just really fucking drunk.'
William went on to interrogate him about the previous and rather humiliating events. Chris told him to shut the fuck up. They both crashed in William's bed. They never talked about it again.
Until now. Until fucking Isak Valtersen. What an arsehole. But not really.
He didn't know how he was so whipped by a fucking first year. But he couldn't help it. Chris beat himself up about it all the time. His one rule was to fuck them and let them leave. Not leave them and fall fucking head over heels.
Right now Chris had his head in his hands. He looked up and saw William grinning at him. Fucking grinning. What a bastard. Obviously he would take pleasure in his misfortune.
'It's a great thing.' He said. 'I'm proud of you man.'
Chris wanted to bash William's fucking head in. He blamed Noora - it was her fault Will was such a fucking softy now. All that love bullshit. But Chris wasn't in love. He was just, confused. Yeah. He didn't really like Isak. He was just there. And he was hot. And fucking adorable.
Shit. Bloody jesus. He was never religious but now he's praying to the fucking lord.
It all started when he was bladdered. Is that a fucking surprise? Maybe he should lay off the alcohol. Maybe that's what makes him so fucking gay.
Anyway, so after all that shit with the Yukuza guys, and the drug dealing, he kind of got to know Isak. One night Isak texted him asking him if he wanted to hang. He had no one to fuck so he thought, 'Why not.' Big fucking mistake. Chris was already tipsy off beer when he arrived at Isak's flat. The vodka and coke they had at his place did nothing but make things worse.
They were watching some crappy TV show. Isak was laughing drunkenly at what he had said. He can't remember. But what he does remember is looking over at him. Thinking how hot he looked. He mumbled something incoherent and Chris leaned closer to hear. Second mistake.
They were only a few inches apart. Chris could feel Isak's soft breath against his cheek. He moved his stare from his parted lips to his eyes. And fuck. Isak was looking right back at him. Chris could feel his chest hammering as he kept the other boy's gaze. He would swear down to his grave that it was Isak who leant in, but he's really not sure. Kissing Isak was strange. Instead of soft and glossy lips he had had rough and wet ones. Instead of lipstick, Isak tasted like beer. It made Chris' head spin.