I glared at my little brother as he looked at me in disgust. "Why are you doing this to yourself?" He asked, referring to my daily habits.
"Fuck off!" I slurred. What kind of teenaged boy would turn down alcohol? Let alone drugs.
Mikey cringed. "Gerard, I'm bringing you home!" He argued. I rolled my eyes.
I didn't normally bring him along like this. I just hung out around a bar or when I'm at home, if no one was around, I would pulled out a vodka bottle.
Mikey just made this no fun. That's what the kid does. He just studies on stupid high school shit. He's one of the pure boys who never does anything wrong in their life.
I felt Mikey grab my arm and shove me up the alley, toward the main road.
I felt too intoxicated to fight, my vision was a little laggy. All I did was curse at him all the way home.

I woke up on my bed. I grabbed my aching head. That's the one downside to alcohol-the hangover. I shoved one hand in my jeans pocket, hoping one of my vials of cocaine would turn up.
I grinned asI felt the tiny vial of cocaine hit my finger. I brought the vial into view as I weakly sat up. The splitting head ache would flutter away like a butterfly once I take in the sweetest sugar.
Before I could inhale much, Mikey knocked as he slowly opened the door. His slow pace gave me time to hide my medicine.
"Hey, Gee?" Mikey whispered.
"What do you want?" I snapped, looking over at Mikey on the other side of my room.
"Bert's over." He said. Bert's my best friend. Other than the fuckhead, Mikey who I call my brother.
"Then send him in instead of making me look at you." I snapped, angrily. I was definitely not in the mood to be nice. But, I kind of regretted snapping like that after I saw the look on Mikey's face; his lips forming a slight frown along with his eye brows drooping a little. I heard a small mumble outside my door before Bert walked in.
He waited until the loud creaks of the stairs stopped before he spoke. Yes, my room is in the basement.
"Hey, Gerard." He said, jumping onto my bed next to me.
"Hi." I said quietly.
"Whoa, did you drink last night?" He asked. I nodded.
"Why; do I smell?" I asked, sniffing the collar of my--nope, no shirt. That's great.
"No, you're just a bit quieter than usual." He said, placing one hand on my shoulder. I felt a little weird like this. I felt like I was on display and Bert was checking my price. Well, to any of you I would sound weird to think that whenever someone touches my shoulder, but it's not that. I felt awkward because I knew Bert was gay.
Come to think of it,I'm actually still not sure about myself. I'm still attracted to women, but I think some men are attractive.
"Just a bit of a hangover." I said, pushing aside my thoughts. I sighed, running my fingers through my hair.
"Alright. Mind if I light up?" He asked, pulling out a cigarette.
"Mind if I sniff?" I replied.He half smiled and lit his cigarette. I pulled out my cocaine vial that was hidden underneath my pillow.
The room spun slowly as I took my first, small dose. I relaxed as the pain faded away and all that wasleft wasanenjoyable high I recieved as I took in the last of the treatment.
I inhaled the also wonderful scent of the cigarette smoke. I grinned at the "two" BertsI saw beside me.After a moment, my dizziness faced and I found Bert closing the precious personal space between us. Before I could show panic in any way, he whispered my name.
"I've got your birthday present." He said, playfully. I rolled my eyes. Yeah, my birthday was about 10 months ago. And-
His lips brushed against mine. He semi-forced me into a lying position as he deepened the kiss. I enjoyed this somehow, and let his tongue, which had begun licking my lip, into my mouth, allowing him to explore.
Bert's legs stradled my waist and his hands dug into my hair."Gerard," Bert said, leaning away. I groaned. He said with a smile, "Are you sure you aren't gay?"
I grinned. "Totally." I joked. He chuckled and returned to my lips.
I felt his warm tongue come out from his lips, sliding along mine asking for entrance again. I gave him a warm welcome and smiled. I just hope no certain fuckheads came into my room right now.
I moaned as Bert ran his fingers over my bare chest. "Bert," I breathed. He lifted away from my lips and sat on me, his hands still scanning my chest. I then noticed the weirdness of our genitals alligning. Even after our romantic interaction just now, I felt uncomfortable being in this position.
Bert's warm hands wandered around my much unwanted baby fat around my stomach. He stopped when his hand made contact with the waistband of my jeans.
"Bert, we can't go that far." I warned, putting my left hand on his.
He frowned and slid his hand away.
He just simply laid back down on me. He rested his head on my chest and closed his eyes.
I smiled and rolled my eyes as I felt his hand running up the back of my thigh.
I put my arms around his waist. "Not now." I half whispered.He tilted his head upwards and kissed my neck.
I smiled, then moaned as Bert began nipping at the skin. I felthis lips crease upwards at the sound and continued.
"Has 'now' passed yet?" He whispered, his lips sliding against my skin as he spoke. I smiled and bit my lip.
"No, but you can continue what your doing." I encouraged.
Bert began kissing my neck again. "If I do,"-a kiss to my jaw-"the temptation will win me over."
"We'll just see." He smiled and began nipping at my neck again. I moaned and prayed to God his temptation would win him over.
My prayer was answered.

Notes

Chapters will be posted quickly. This story is already completed, and the first of 2 in a series.