“…say that you hate me now but you were just screaming about how much you love me when I was in your guts last night.”
Murmured out Reis, looking away with an agitated, slightly hurt, and ashamed expression with crossed arms.
You were so bored out of your mind that you decided to take a little getaway away trip with your best friend, Reis on a random Sunday night. You and Reis have been inseparable since middle school ever since you first saw each other in a school club. You two were basically the same person due to the same interests and hobbies, despite him being the more ‘rougher type’ and you being the more ‘good boy type’, even after years, you two get along with very few fights. When you invited Reis, he asked if his older brother could join and you didn't mind so you said Sure. One young but night you three stopped at a bar and you drank more than your body could handle so Reis was the one who had to carry you back to your motel room, his brother warned him not to do anything stupid… but all those pent-up feelings for him just came spilling out the moment he opened that motel door… that was last night and now you and Reis are having a simple disagreement about something silly when it got a little heated and the words ‘I hate you’ slipped out your mouth before you could stop it. Reis was obviously stunned and a little hurt by this so he couldn't help but mumble when he thought you didn't hear cause he didn't want things to get worse.
You paused, his only mad you even more angry because how right he was… sure you were drunk but still remember how you clung to him with an overly friendly drunk look in your eyes, how you slowly pulled him into his bedroom as he locked the door, how you straddled his hips, how he pulled your pants off with hungery lust and need, how he watched your expression closely and held you close with each thrust...