"Why do you always fuck things up?"
The words echoed in my mind everytime he'd say that.
Tyler was a dick to me a lot.
His words had hurt me a lot at first, they'd stung me; but now that he was my "friend," (we had a love-hate friendship,) I'd grown used to it.
We did skits a lot in our group because not only were they fun, but our viewers liked them. We usually do something hilarious along the way and sometimes it doesn't turn out the way we intended, but we all had a good laugh, so I guess that's all that matters.
But I would always be the one to screw things up, and most of the time I wouldn't do it on purpose.
I'd despised Tyler for a long, long time. He's my friend but I feel like he hates me.
And I don't care, I have other friends.
It's not like I only want him to like me. I just wanted to at least try to be his friend. But I fuck that up, too.
Yeah, I'm a fuck up.
And I don't really care.
As long as I still have my friends, that's all that I care about.
They're going to PAX again this year.
Well, most of them.
Evan, Moo, and Mini were carpooling.
So I wouldn't play with some of my friends for a few days.
Brian, Ohm, Tyler, Daithi and Lui would be free, but I knew Lui was a little busy nowadays and so was Daithi.
He was neutral about going to PAX.
Ohm may be recording with other people but Brian would probably be open.
So would Tyler.
Ugh.
I stood up from the couch and walked to my kitchen.
Percy, my cat, rubbed against my legs, almost making me fall.
"Goddammit Percy." I told him.
He meowed, mocking me, and ran away.
"You little fucker." I laughed.
It was already 10:30, so I'd be heading to bed here soon.
I grabbed a glass of milk and sipped it.
I then headed upstairs to my most valuable possession.
My bed.
Percy ran into the room and jumped on the bed, sending his claws into my legs.
"YOU BASTARD." I almost kicked him off but let him snuggle next to me on my side.
I sighed and rolled over.
"Night, Percy."
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I groaned.
Don't hate me for this.
A couple of weeks ago, I signed up for a dating website.
Shut the hell up, I was alone.
Bitch, don't judge me.
But it wasn't just a regular dating website, it was a gay one.
No, I'm not gay.
Obviously.
Hah.
I'm REALLY gay.
So whenever Tyler calls me gay, guess what?
HE AIN'T FUCKING WRONG.
I almost told him that once, but then I remembered that these were my friends, my straight friends, and they'd be most likely disguisted.
I looked at the man's profile.
His name was Nicolas.
He was really tan and gorgeous.
He had dazzling green eyes and he looked really hot.
Damn. Fuck me, daddy.
I almost licked the screen.
(when you reading smut at three AM)
I accepted.
Now I had a date at two thirty PM.
I still had things to do today.
First, I'd go to the store, then I'd go to the library, go to my date, and later on tonight, hopefully, I'd record with the guys before they left for PAX.
I smiled.
I had everything all planned out.
The store would take a while to get to considering I live in the country part of North Carolina and the store was miles away throughout some dirt roads and trees.
I pulled on a pair of black jeans and a a blue shirt. I tried my best to brush my hair, but it was getting shaggy and would probably need a haircut soon.
I put on deodorant and brushed my teeth.
Soon I left my house and headed to the store.
Along the way, I noticed a sharp looking white car pulled over alongside the road.
A man was outside of it, trying to call on his phone, but from the looks of it, he was exasperated.
He must have no signal.
His eyes were closed in annoyance and his legs were crossed as he leaned up against his car.
He was silent.
I pulled up beside the man.
"Hey, need some help?" I asked.
He jumped, startled.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you." I said.
"No, it's okay! Thank you so much. I was on my way to my friend's. I just kinda ran out of gas and I have no signal to call the fucker." he smirked.
I almost screamed.
His voice was way too familiar.
Nevertheless, I invited him in.
"I'll drive you to the Gas Station." I told him.
He was hesitant.
"It's not like I'm going to rape you or anything." I laughed.
He smirked.
"Good."
He jumped in and I got back on the road.
"So, are you from around here?" I asked him.
"Nope. I'm from Indiana." he said.
I nodded.
"I've heard it's a nice place, really calm and peaceful there." I said.
He shrugged.
"If the weather isn't changing every five fucking seconds."
I grinned.
"Are you from here?" he asked.
"Born and raised." I laughed.
He nodded.
"That's cool. You have a unique accent."
I smiled.
"A lot of people tell me that. They say my laugh is pretty bizarre, too."
He smiled.
"I have a lot of friends who have unique laughs."
I smirked.
"Yeah, me too."
I was starting to put two and two together.
This man looked like Tyler and sounded like Tyler.
So, let's try and find out if it is Tyler.
I pulled up at the gas station.
"I'll wait here." I smiled.
He nodded.
He got out of the car, closed the door, and walked inside.
"Holy fuck Tyler is hot in real life." I said aloud to myself, relieved that nobody could hear.
I wondered what he was doing around here, if it really was him.
Was he visiting one of our friends?
He wouldn't visit me.
So it was probably Luke.
Luke lived in the same neighborhood I did, only a couple of houses away.
So that was a possibility.
Tyler, or the man, walked outside and I handed him a Jerry can.
He filled it up and we drove back to his car.
He smiled and stepped out.
"Thank you." he said.
"I never really caught your name." I said.
"Tyler," he smiled.
HAHAHAHA THIS BITCH IS TYLER AFTER ALL.
"I'm Jonathan." I said.
"Nice to meet you." we shook hands.
He smirked.
"Well, Jonathan, is there anyway I could get your number? So that maybe one day I could repay you for what you've done for me today?" he asked.
I smiled and nodded.
He handed me his phone.
I gave him my real number, knowing that the only contact we had were Skype usernames and he didn't have my number already.
"Thank you." he said.
I nodded and smiled.
"Good luck, Tyler. Have a nice day!"
I told him.
He smiled.
"Thank you again! And you too!"
I smirked and headed to the store.
After that, Tyler didn't leave my mind.
I dropped at least twenty cans in the store thinking of him, and then, in the library, I forgot what I was going to do and turned back to go home and get ready for the date.
What's wrong with me?
Why am I thinking about my shitty friend?
I don't even like Tyler.
Then why am I so attracted to him?
He seems so different in real life...
I shrugged it off.
I went to my date, but for some reason, no matter how nice that man was, I didn't show any attraction towards him.
He was sweet and funny, but I didn't like him for some reason.
All I did was think of Tyler.
My worst enemy.
But why do I feel like this then?
After I left, I started to feel weird.
Why am I doing this?
Delirious, why are you acting like this?
I decided to go to bed.
I'll wake up tomorrow and this will all be over and my mind would be erased.
Gone.
Hopefully.
I closed my eyes.

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"Jonathan?" Tyler asked.
I looked at him.
"Thank you for giving me a ride." He said.
I smiled.
"No problem."
"Hey, this is a crazy question, but by any chance, are you H2ODelirious?"
I smiled.
"I am if you're I_AM_WILDCAT."
"I should've known, I could tell by your sexy ass voice." he purred.
"What?" I asked.
He opened the car door.
"Sit." he told me.
Confused, I took a seat in the passenger side.
After I closed the door and turned to him, our faces were inches away.
He grabbed my collar and pulled me closer to where his lips almost brushed against mine.
He whispered in my ear.
"Your voice, I want to hear more of it~"
I almost moaned.
"T-Tyler?"
He shoved his hand in my jeans, playing with the elastic band of my boxers.
So close...
I was gasping for air.
"Do you like this?" he asked, kissing my neck.
I moaned and gasped.
"Mmhmm."
I was struggling to breathe.
"What if I do this?"
He palmed me through my thin boxers.
"Ahh, fuck..." I arched my back.

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"Holy shit."
I woke up with my heart racing, sweat pouring down my forehead.
"What the hell was that?" I asked myself.
I couldn't move.
I was so hard that it hurt.
I finally calmed down and stood up, feeling like shit.
I looked at the time.
How is it only four fourty?
I cursed under my breath and walked to the bathroom to deal with this.
"Fucking Tyler. Stupid ass motherfucker." I said to myself.
He didn't even do anything, and I knew it was my fault, but why the hell did this have to happen to me over Tyler?
Why can't it be anyone else?
I can't handle Tyler.
Tyler's straight and I knew that.
He had a girlfriend who he was happy with.
He hated me as well.
I did my buisness, washed myself, and then got out of the shower.
I didn't know what to do now.
This isn't working out like I thought it would, and even if I tried to control this new desire I had, I knew that I wouldn't be able to hide it and I'd suffer for that.
So I decided to call my best friend.
"Hey, Jon? What's wrong?" he asked me.
"Luke, can I talk for a minute?" I asked.
"Of course, buddy. Go ahead."
"Listen, have you ever felt really attracted to someone close to you? I mean, have you ever wanted one of your friends really bad? In a way you're not supposed to, and you know it's wrong, but," I began.
"You mean love them?" he asked.
I sighed.
"I wouldn't call it love yet. But maybe, I guess. I don't know." I replied.
He sighed.
"Yes, I have. And for a long time, too. Probably even now."
I drew in a short breath and pushed it out, relieved.
"Listen, I don't know what to do about it. He has someone. And he doesn't feel the same way about me." I told him.
"Are you sure he's with someone? I mean, how do you know he doesn't feel the same way?" Luke asked.
I rolled my eyes.
"He thinks I'm a fuck up." I said.
"Oh. Oh... Kay. Well, does he say this to you directly?" he asked.
"Yes." I said.
"Luke, hey, bud, do you mind if I use your shower?"
My blood froze.
"Yeah." Luke responded.
"Okay. I'll be out soon."
HE WAS WITH LUKE?
The door closed.
"Sorry. But back to the subject." Luke said.
"Luke, this person I'm talking about, he hates me. He calls me a fuck up all the time and he saw me today and you know how I never showed my face and he didn't recognize m-" I stammered.
"It's someone from our group?!" he asked.
"Yes." I said, sighing.
"It's Tyler." he said.
I sighed and my cheeks grew hot.
"Jon?" he asked.
"Yeah?" I responded.
"You do know I'm only houses away, right? And he's here at my house. You could just come over and-" he began.
I shook my head.
"Luke, no! He has a girlfriend!" I shamed him.
"Hey! I'm just trying to give advice. I wouldn't mind it, my shower would rinse right out." he said.
"No, Luke, no. I don't want to even think-" I sighed and covered my eyes.
"What do you mean? Bro, you said you liked Tyler. Tell him. Don't just hide it." Luke said.
"Promise you won't laugh." I told Luke.
"What?"
"Just do it." I said.
"Okay. I promise." He told me.
I sighed.
"Listen, Luke. I can't see him anymore in real life. Just, I don't see him the same because I went to bed and-" I sighed for the hundredth time, my face as red as an apple.
"YOU HAD A WET DREAM ABOUT TYLER?!" He whispered a little too loud and started laughing.
"LUKE! YOU PROMISED, YOU FUCKER!" I said.
"I'm sorry! But you did?!" He asked.
I sighed.
"Yes, I fucking did, what, are you gonna laugh some more?!" I asked.
"I'm sorry. Listen, try and rest. It should all go away. If you can't sleep or anything, call me back and we'll see what happens and what we could do. Are you still having... Problems?" he asked.
"No. I handled that." I said, though gritted teeth.
"Probably gonna have to again." Luke mumbled.
"What the hell, Luke, you're supposed to be my brother." I said.
He sighed.
"Yeah, but it's hard to be your brother when I want to f-" Luke stopped and another voice started.
"Hey, Cartoonz. Who are you talking to?" Tyler asked.
"Delirious." Luke answered.
"You FUCKER!" I accused and I could feel Luke smirking on the other line.
I knew him too well.
"Wanna talk to him?" Luke asked.
"NO! LUKE! STOP. I HATE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH, I CAN'T DO THIS." I told him.
"Sure." Tyler said.
"Wanna talk to WILDCAT, Delirious?" Luke said, faking his niceness.
"YOU MOTHERFUCKER, WHEN I SEE YOU, I'LL KILL YOUR WHOLE FAMILY AND THEN I'LL RIP OFF YOUR BALLS ONE BY ONE AND THEN I'LL CHOP YOUR LEGS OFF AND BEAT YOU WITH THEM AND THEN I'LL SLICE YOUR DICK OFF AND SLICE YOUR NE-" I almost yelled.
Then the phone was passed.
"Hey, it's Tyler."
"Heeyyyyyy.... Tyler." I said, in the nicest voice I could possibly imagine.
"You should come over, bro. We can have a sleepover and all that shit." Tyler chuckled.
"Oh... Well, I would, but I uhh... Have to run to the store and... Uh."
Shit.
"I already bought the groceries for you. You were busy so I did it." Luke said in the background.
"Well you forgot some, you fucker..." I tried to joke.
"Ah, okay..." Tyler said.
I sighed in relief.
"Is it because you don't want to show your face?" Tyler asked.
"Oh, that's definitely not the reason why. He doesn't just want to show you his face-" Luke began.
"I wanted to show you a new map on Gmod." I tried to say.
They were quiet.
Shit, this was awkward.
"I just need to do some things..." I said.
"Oh, okay. I'll talk to you another time then, Delirious. See you, bro." He said.
"Bye, Tyler." I said.
I hung up and plopped down on my bed.
"FUCK." I screamed at Percy and he jumped up and ran away.
I'm sorry, Percy.
At about 6:30, I decided to call Luke again.
"Hey. I don't know what to do." I told him.
"Yeah, me either. I have three situations to deal with right now." he sighed.
"What three situations?" I asked.
"One of them being yours, the other being Tyler's, and the last one is mine. I'm not talking about that one." he said.
I sighed.
"What's Tyler's?"
"Well, Delirious, I shouldn't talk to anyone about it, it's his buisness, but I'm worried. He left about an hour ago and he wouldn't tell me where to. He's really upset and he said he would have to go home tonight to pack." He told me.
My heart sunk.
"Why pack?" I asked.
"His girlfriend kicked him out. She broke up with him because he came here. She said apparently he didn't let her know when he did. She said that since he can't let her know when he's leaving, then she doesn't want a relationship with someone constantly gone." He said.
"She sounds like a control freak." I said.
He sighed.
"He calls her a drama queen all the time. And that's why I told you earlier you might have a chance. Because I knew this may have happened anyway."
I sighed.
"Should I try and find him?" I asked.
"I don't know. I've texted him a couple of times. But he hasn't answered. He may want to be alone, but that isn't good for him." He told me.
"Does he drink? Or would he be at a strip club? He seems like the rowdy type. But maybe he's not what he seems." I asked.
"He's probably really close. Maybe he's at a nearby bar, he's told me he drinks frequently." Luke said.
I nodded, even though he wouldn't see it.
"I guess it's about time I show my face to Tyler. And after that I'll cheer him up, maybe I'll bring him back to your house." I told Luke.
"Thank you, Delirious. I'm sorry for making you so uncomfortable like this." Luke said.
"Yeah, it's whatever, man. Thank you for always being here for me, even though I'm a bitch sometimes. I love you. You're like my brother." I told him, smiling.
"Yeah. It's no problem... I guess it makes me happy to make you happy. I love you, too, man." He said.
I grinned.
"Talk to you later, Luke. I'll go get Tyler. If I'm not back and I don't answer within an hour, I want you to come to the bar and make sure nothing went wrong. Just in case, man." I told him.
He sighed.
"Okay. Good luck."
I smiled and hung up.
I walked outside and ran to my car.
I jumped in and started the engine, hitting the gas and pulling out of my driveway.

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I knew he was here, I could see his car in the lot.
I sighed and walked inside.
He was sitting at the stools, his head down and in his arms on the tabletop, his drink beside him.
Poor guy.
He thought he'd be homeless.
He's lost right now.
I sighed and walked over, sitting beside him.
"Tyler?" I asked, leaning my head onto the table next to him.
He lifted his head and stared at me through blurred eyes.
"Jonathan?" he asked.
"Tyler, you're a mess." I sighed.
He put his head down.
"Go away, Jonathan. You hardly know me. You shouldn't see me as a drunken idiot." He told me.
"Well, the thing is, I know you pretty well." I said.
"I'm not going to talk." He said.
"Please, Tyler. You've had a bad time. I want to make it better." I said.
He sighed.
"There is one thing you can do."
I nodded.
He stood.
"Follow me."

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"T-Tyler. This is a public restroom." I said.
He shrugged and pulled me inside.
"It's empty."
"Tyler. People would come inside. You don't know what you're doing. You're drunk. Let's go." I said.
"No. Please. Please." He said.
"Ty, please don't beg." I said.
"Jonathan, please? Please. We can lock the door." He said.
I sighed.
He slammed me against the wall and reached up my shirt with his hands.
"W-Wildcat~" I breathed.
He retracted and stepped back.
"What?!" He asked.
"Oh shit. Shit. I meant Tyler." I said, quickly.
"No, you said Wildcat. How did you know my gamertag?" He asked.
I paused.
"B-Because I'm y-your friend..." I said.
He was confused.
"J-Jonathan..." He blinked.
He then looked up at me.
"You're fucking with me." He accused
I shook my head.
"Delirious?" He asked.
I bit my lip as he waited for my answer.
"Yes." I stammered out.
"You knew." He accused.
I half grinned and looked at him.
"Guess what else I know?"
"What?" He spit.
"That you like dick, too."
He sighed.
"I'm drunk."
"Only things you are is gay and a liar." I smiled.
He groaned.
"Yeah. Fine. I'm not drunk. I'm aware of what I'm doing." He rolled his eyes.
I laughed.
"Tyler, you're hot." I said.
"You should see yourself." he mumbled.
I smirked.
"Can we just... Continue?" I asked.
He nodded.
He grabbed the back of my neck and I gasped.
"I always knew you were gay, Del." he smiled.
"You're mad because I caught you in the act." I smirked.
He smiled and grabbed my ass.
I jumped and opened my mouth, giving him a chance to shove his tongue in.
I moaned and he fumbled to lock the door, then he pulled me by my hair to the floor.
"Why didn't you come over?" He whispered in my ear.
"I didn't want to see you." I managed out.
"Why?" He asked, shoving his hand in my pants.
"Because... I... I... Was... I was uncomfortable..." I couldn't breath because his hand was gravitating over my pulsing dick.
"Why did I make you uncomfortable?" He whispered, biting my earlobe.
"I dreamed about you... " I was bright red now.
"Mmhmm. Why couldn't you join me in the shower?" He asked.
"You had... A girlfriend."
My breathing rate was increasing as he slipped down his pants.
"Well, she isn't here anymore now, is she?" he asked.
I shook my head.
He grabbed my package.
"Is she?"
"No..!" I said, trying my best to be quiet.
"Mhm. So that means in all yours." He pulled down his boxers, exposing his fairly decent sized cock.
My heart was pounding.
Tyler pulled off his shirt, revealing his chest.
I pulled mine off, too.
Then I marveled at him.
"Like what you see?" he smirked.
I nodded.
He kissed from my lips and slowly got lower and lower, his soft lips kissing my neck, my chest, and then they stopped at my boxer briefs.
He pulled them down with his teeth, my hard on bouncing free from the tight, thin fabric.
He seemed to lip his lips as he lowered his mouth near my dick.
He grabbed my shaft, making me almost jump.
His tongue then swirled the tip, my
dick painfully slowly going deeper and deeper into his mouth.
I moaned and twisted my fingers in his hair, pulling him down really fast and making him gag and cough a small bit.
He lifted up.
"I'm sorry." I said.
"You almost choked me." He smiled, then he went back to returning to what he was doing before.
I moaned loudly and tried to cover my mouth.
He pulled my hand away.
"All these years I've heard your voice through a microphone. I was mean because I didn't want you to think I liked you," he smiled, after lifting up.
"And I didn't want you knowing that I'd imagine your moans every night. Didn't want you thinking that I was gay, now did we?" He went back to his buisness.
I moaned again and he lifted up one last time.
He whispered in my ear.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard that you won't be able to walk for a month."

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"Luke's probably waiting for us... It's been over an hour." I looked at Tyler.
He shrugged.
"Want to spend the night at Luke's with me now?"
I nodded.
"Sure."
We had cleaned up and washed our hands.
We stumbled out the door and walked outside.
We saw a confused looking Luke leaned against Tyler's car.
Tyler had a neutral look on his face, and I made sure everything on my face would read "smug," by the time my best friend saw me.
He noticed us and then noticed the look on my face.
He sighed and looked at me.
"You fucking did not." He said, rolling his eyes.
I grinned.
"Oh yes, he fucking did. And he did real good." Tyler laughed and we fist bumped each other.
"You little whores. Get in your damn cars. No fucking in my guest room, hear me?" He asked.
We grinned.
"No promises." I said.