bookofbaitnate:

So there was this one night where I found some pills at my boyfriend’s house. I thought they were ecstasy, and since we were gonna go dancing pretty soon, I thought “what the hell, right?”

Yeah, next thing I know I’m out cold on the floor. The last thing I remember was him rushing down the stairs, looking very afraid for my well-being.

I woke up a few hours later, feeling a large warm lump on my side, around my waist. It was him, still wearing his clothes and just holding onto me.

“Hey baby.” I muttered groggily.

“Oh my God!” He jumped awake and looked closely at my face, examining me like I was his patient. “Are you alright? Can you see me clearly?”

“What did I take?” I mumbled.

“Roofies.” My boyfriend huffed. “That was Steve’s stash, you know? Gods I knew I should have flushed it sooner.”

"Wait, Creepy Steve?”

“Yeah, that little fucker.” My boyfriend shook his head, thumb and index finger putting pressure on the upper side of his nose, mind in deep thought. “What were you thinking?”

“I thought you had X.” I giggled. “You always have the good stuff.”

“We’ve been over this, honey. Again, I’m not selling anymore, and I’m trying to get Creepy Steve to turn his fucked-up life around too. His little twink ass would not a day survive prison.”

"So….. em, did you….. you know? To me.” I hinted.

“Oh fuck no!” My boyfriend snapped. “I was too worried to get it up, you…. ugh it’s a good thing you’re hot I’m so fucking mad at you right now, you hot fucker!” My guess was that he was also relieved. “I didn’t want to take you to a hospital. Too many questions and….. shit! Don’t do that shit again.”

“I roofied myself and you didn’t take advantage of me?” I protested with a sly grin on my face. “I’m insulted!”

Next thing I know, he’s on top of me, and got my arms pinned above my head, with his other hand unzipping himself. “Oh trust me, you hot dumbshit, the punishment for scaring the crap out of me is gonna be severe.”