One Night || Bxb 3| Hookups

My head is banging like crazy. This isn’t uncommon after a long night of partying but I don’t remember drinking that much. Then again I was with Matthew who tends to give me so many beers that I can’t even keep count. I’m not ungrateful, I mean how can I when he’s the one paying.

I finally got the courage to stand up hoping the headache wasn’t that bad as I thought but as soon as I got up and started moving, I was quickly proved otherwise.

I take my time getting over to my mirror in my bedroom, to get a good look at myself. The first thing I notice… hickeys? Fuck… I totally forgot about last night.

I robbed my temples, probably harder than I was supposed to, as I struggled to get myself together.

Eliot! Right!

I try to remember most of what happened but it’s mostly small bits that keep coming back to my mind.

We talked for a while then… we went back to my place and from what I remember we kept drinking.

I walk out to the living room to confirm whether or not my memory of last night was correct and as expected I see empty bottles of beers on my table in front of my couch. On the couch there was… a shirt. It’s Eliot’s shirt. And that’s the moment I remembered…

We had sex?!? Normally I don’t care who I bring home but for the first time in ages I find a guy slightly attractive and I decide to go fuck him the same night…

If you’d asked anyone other than me then they would probably tell you it’s a “typical, Samuel rogers move.”

After a good 2 minutes of just staring into the beer bottles surrounding my living room, another memory from last night occurred in my mind… I let him top me. That’s like… my first time!

One thing about me, I don’t mind being the bottom but it’s not my thing. I usually don’t let anyone top me. Especially not a one night stand for that matter.

But then again Eliot really was attractive. Not only his face but the way he talked, his voice and he had a smile brighter than anyone I’ve seen-

I let out a sigh.

Samuel! calm down. He’s a boy you met at a party not your future husband…

God, every time I remember something it gets worse and worse, not to mention the severe amount of hickeys running down my neck and I’ve got school tomorrow.

If I could do anything, right now it would be to just take a nap and sleep it out hoping all of this is just a dream.

That I met a guy who I might actually like but then in reality I actually didn’t have sex with him, less than an hour after meeting him. And he was drunk too… Samuel what the fuck are you doing with your life.

Then I remembered. Where is Eliot? I started panicking looking around my apartment for him, the only thing left from him though is his t-shirt.

I sat down considering if I scared him off. How did we even get to my apartment? Maybe he had a car? That would at least be my best guess.

The best I can hope for is that I won’t see him again. I don’t think I can handle that type of embarrassment.

*

I arrived at school a little early. My school is put in different classes depending on what major you’re studying. Me? I’m a music major.

I wanna be working as a producer later on in life and in all honesty, considering the feedback I get on my work then that dream of being a popular producer might not be a dream but I reality. Not to brag of course… Yes, I am bragging. How could I not be.

I walk through the halls of the school looking for Matthew who is shockingly nowhere to be found. He tends to be at school far too early everyday. Matthew and I both are into music.

Mat has a big dream of working with music as well, he wants to be a rapper. I can’t even lie though this guy really knows what he’s doing. I do quite look up to him.

After searching in and out through the school halls I find him standing right outside the music room.

I speed walk over to him so I can grab his arm to pull him aside, making sure no one was able to listen in.

“What happened at the party.” I ask Matthew in a stern tone.

he was already forming a smirk on his lips, assumably because he notice the severe amount of hickeys on my neck.

“Well a lot of things happened, you’ll have to be a little more specific than that.”

“You know what I’m talking about Mat.” I say sounding a little annoyed that he won’t just answer my questions.

“Ooooohh.” Matthew looks around trying to look all innocent. I can tell he knows more than I do considering his mocking tone.

“You’re asking about your handsome new hubby from the party?” His face forms a smile filled with contentment probably coming from him realizing how flustered I’m getting.

He always does this whenever I got any type of reason to feel embarrassed.

I really can’t help it. Every time I think of Eliot I keep getting the same image of him and his hard but steady breathing on my neck back.

“Yes, Eliot… what happened?” I try to be silent which shouldn’t really matter cause everyone at this school thinks I fuck anything with a pulse.

“So that’s his name? Eliot, the future husband of Samuel Rogers. Someone actually managed to wife up a guy like you.” Matthew said as if he was giving an honorable speech. How’d he know that…? Never mind, it doesn’t matter, I just need answers.

I look down at the ground clearly upset and frustrated. I really wish this didn’t upset me that much. I know that me asking Mat about isn’t really gonna help except for maybe giving me some type of confirmation about what happened.

“What’s with the long face Sam. You always fuck around that’s kind of your thing.” I lift my head up again to face Mat.

“You’re gonna make fun of me if I tell you.” I say but Matthew doesn’t say anything and his face is serious for once. I decided to break the silence.

“I don’t know for sure yet since I haven’t gotten to know him but maybe if I did… I might actually like him…” I tell Matthew, who’s still looking at me seriously. I continue talking before he gets a say in this.

“But I kind of wanna just forget about him, I can’t be bothered to deal with a little crush right now.” After saying that, Mat put his hand on my shoulder.

“Whatever you decide I’ll fully support it.” His smile is genuine this time, upping my mood a bit.

Me and Mat kept talking as we made our way to our seats in the classroom. It’s nice getting these things off my chest, especially when Matthew actually takes me seriously.

This is a sign, I just gotta forget all about Eliot and his stupidly handsome face. It’s almost like I’ve forgotten him already. Samuel Rogers, the master of forgetting. I’m not kidding, people do actually call me that.

As I confirmed with myself that I would forget about the boy, I started to take my laptop out from my bag when I heard the sounds of footsteps entering the music class.

Thinking it’s my teacher I fixed my posture to look forward but when I looked up I saw a boy walking by me to sit on the seat behind me. But this isn’t just any boy… It’s Eliot.

He didn’t even look at me as he walked by. He just sat down and looked outside the window of class. Is he not noticing me? Or has he somehow forgotten. I can’t even lie that shit hurts, really bad. I look quickly over at Matthew who is giving me a confused look as well. For the rest of the class I just try to keep myself distracted mainly in order to focus on class but also to focus on getting rid of the stinging feeling in my heart.

*

When class finished, I saw Eliot pack up his things and leave the classroom looking like he was in a hurry. I couldn’t help but look back at him a lot during class, he seemed to struggle a lot with music theory which is fair a lot of people do but I do get the feeling of needing to help him, but I didn’t.

I really shouldn’t let a boy like him make me so soft. I wouldn’t have wanted to help anyone else. I really only wanted to help because it was him.

For the next class we’re moving to a different room, at least those of us who focus specifically on digital music. The classroom has pc setups made purely for making music. We also have another part of the class doing band practice but it’s never really interested me to be in a band. I can’t help but wonder if Eliot is in digital or band class.

I walk into the room. Everyone has designated seats unlike other classes but it’s mostly so people won’t lose process on the school’s computers.

In class a few students look over at my seat and I wonder what’s happening so I make my way over there.

There’s a… flower? A red rose to be exact, it has a note attached to it as well. A little corny if I do say so myself.

I look over at Matthew to see if he might have had anything to do with it but he looks half as confused as me.

I picked up the note to read it.

I’ve been looking for you for so long.
Now that I have you near me I’m not letting go.
Dear Samuel, please let me persuade you? <3

-E

It can’t be. Is it Eliot? I can’t let this happen. Even if this is Eliot then I’m really not in the state to deal with some silly boy trying to persuade me. How would he even know that he likes me? Nonetheless, I also have my parents to think about since they don’t even know I like boys too.

All of this is just way too stressful… When I finally look around I see a few people from class giggling and looking over at me. They’re probably jealous but if they knew what it was like then they wouldn’t be.

*

Me and Mat were making our way to the cafeteria and meanwhile I was showing him the note from who I assumed to be Eliot.

“No way! That has to be Eliot, right?” Mat said, definitely loud enough for everyone around to hear, after reading the note I got.

“Maybe…” I say with a mix of confusion and annoyance in my tone.

“Why do you sound so down? This is great! Trust me I’m already planning your wedding in my head right now… I’m invited, right?” Matthew is back in the silly mood he’s always in and sends me a smirk while we walk into the cafeteria room.

“Mat, you don’t get it. I don’t want this, sure he is cute but the last thing I wanna worry about is this. I have school, family, friends, work but a clingy boy is not on the list of what I need.” I explained as Mat just shook his head at me in disapproval.

I start to smell something actually good coming from the cafeteria for once. Seems like they are serving a pasta dish but this is not just an ordinary pasta dish. I can identify the smell from a mile away.

It’s so memorable to me because the first time me and Matthew talked was in the cafeteria while they were serving this dish.

We make our way to the queue for food and I get some cash to pay.

I was about to pay when I got interrupted. “Someone already paid for you.” The cafeteria lady said and both me and Mat looked at her confused.

I didn’t say anything and just walked to the table where most of the music students were sitting. When I put my tray down I notice another note. You’ve got to be kidding me. I was lowkey considering if I just shouldn’t read it but curiosity got the best of me.

Eat well handsome.
You still haven’t given me an answer though.
You can tell me in person or on this number ********
Don’t worry I won’t bite… unless you want me to 😉

Can I persuade you?
-E

I crumble to note together then abruptly stop up and throw it in trash hoping he’s still in the cafeteria so he can see it. Now he will know I can’t be bothered to deal with these types of things.

It has happened to me before but I don’t wanna get too excited because usually they stop caring about me after a while.