**TW: Threat of SA.**
**Everyone is eighteen or older.**
I was naked.
My legs were spread apart, and between them, Matt swallowed every inch of my cock. I watched him with one eye open, before slugging from the nearly empty vodka bottle. The bedroom was warm and the air was thick with the stench of sex. Everything spun around me as he continued to suck me.
Truthfully, I could hardly feel a thing. I’d never been as drunk in my life, and at times, I’d almost forgotten where I was. Matt slipped a finger into my hole and massaged my prostate as he gagged on me, but even that did little to make me stir.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, letting my wet cock slap against my groin, “are you not into this?”
I emptied the remaining vodka into my throat and winced at the burn. We’d spent hours in the bedroom. The taste of his cock still lingered on my tongue, but the only reason I was hard was because he’d been toying with me for so long. I could think of very few places I wanted to be *less* than in Matt’s bedroom.
“I should go” I hiccupped, and tried to squirm from under him. Matt, however, held me in place.
“What do you mean?” He said, keeping his hands around my waist, “it’s the middle of the night, Corey, and you’re drunk”.
“Yeah” I nodded, still trying to wiggle from under him, “I’m drunk and I need to go”.
He sat up and I pulled my legs from him. For a moment, he simply watched me, before scoffing.
“I’m not driving you back to campus at this hour” he said, as I stumbled blindly across the bedroom, bumping into one of the lockers as I searched for my clothes.
“Fine” I mumbled, “I’ll get an Uber”.
“How will you do that?” He said, and I turned to see him on his feet, walking toward me in the darkness.
“What do you mean?” I asked, feeling my heart race slightly.
“Well, you need a phone to get an Uber”. Matt reached down and picked up my phone from the end of the bed.
“Give me my phone, Matt” I said, holding out my hand. The mood in the bedroom had changed considerably.
“Get back on the bed” he said, waving the phone in front of me, “pull open that tight little hole, and when I’m finished with you, I’ll give it back”.
“Matt” I said, hearing the word slur from my mouth, “I want to go home, just give me my phone”.
He glared at me before turning his attention toward the screen. “Your little boyfriend text you” he spat, “nine fucking times”.
“If you don’t give me my damn phone, I’ll –”
Before the words had left my mouth, Matt rushed me, grabbing my naked shoulders and shoving me backwards onto the bed. He was far stronger than me, and despite my struggle, he held me down with ease.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Corey” he growled, sliding his hand between my legs as I gasped and whimpered. “You’re going to take it and then you’re going to forget this ever happened, do you understand me?”
“Get the fuck off me!” I yelped, desperately trying to fight him off. “Matt! *Please*!”
“Shh” he whispered, rubbing himself against me.
“I’ll tell the college!” I barked, as tears began to well in my eyes, “I’ll tell them about us!”
“Tell them” he scoffed, and I could feel him becoming harder between my legs. “Who do you think they’ll believe? The college lecturer with a spotless record, or the college slut with an app for being fucked? Huh, slut? The dirty little pervert who gets drunk and teases all the men in campus?”.
“You’re a fucking asshole!” I screamed, until his sweaty hand covered my mouth.
“Buckle up, you little shit” he snarled, “this is gonna’ hurt”.
I braced my entire body for the imminent pain. I hated myself for getting into this situation, and all I wanted was to be back in my dorm with Hunter. I felt the warm tears roll down my cheeks, and just as he pushed against me, a loud crack echoed through the room, and Matt hurtled against the wall.
“FUCK!” He roared, as I scrambled backwards and pulled my legs against my chest.
It took me a few seconds to realise what had happened. Matt cowered in the corner holding his head, and a large, looming figure stood over the bed. The light burst on and I wiped tears from my eyes, and almost wept with relief.
“Hunter” I cried, as he pulled me into his arms and hugged me tighter than I’d ever been hugged before.
“You’re safe” he whispered, kissing my head, “just calm down, I’m taking you home”.
My entire body shook violently as I pulled on my clothes. I didn’t want to look at Matt, but I couldn’t help it. He remained in the corner, naked and furious looking, and Hunter stood over him with his fists clenched.
“I called your wife before I got here” Hunter said, and Matt’s face lost all colour. “Your bags are already packed, but I don’t think you’ll be needing them”.
“W… What the fuck are you talking about?” Matt snapped, and considered getting to his feet, until Hunter cracked his knuckles.
“I don’t think they’ll let you bring a bag to prison” he replied, and in the distance, sirens began to wail.
“You little fucking shit!” Matt snapped, but Hunter scoffed.
“Little?” He grinned, and flexed his arms through his t-shirt. He turned back to me and cocked his head. “Ready?” He asked, and I nodded intently.
Hunter took me under his arm and walked me toward the door before I looked back at Matt who was now sobbing quietly.
“One more thing” I said, “you can shove your extra credit up your ass, you piece of shit”.
Two cop cars sped by us as we drove. Rain poured down the windows, and Hunter glanced at me as I watched the droplets race down the glass.
“I’m sorry” he said, and the memory of what had caused me to go off the rails in the first place came flooding back to me.
“How did you know where I was?” I asked him, trying to forget that Hunter had a girlfriend.
“The app” he told me, “I turned your location on so that I’d always know you were safe”.
The idea warmed my heart, but I couldn’t shake the anger. “What does it matter to you?” I asked, “you’ve got Rachel”.
“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about earlier” he said, and I could hear the sadness in his voice. “I broke up with Rachel this evening”.
I’d be lying if I said that the news didn’t excite me slightly, but he’d still lied to me. I nodded, and continued to stare out the window.
“You have to understand something, Corey” he said, pulling over to the side of the road. “Rachel was a high school thing. We only dated because we had the same friends. I wasn’t even sure that we were *still* dating when I came here. Hell, I haven’t even spoken to the chick in months!”
“Why didn’t you tell me about her?” I cut across, “even if you had no interest in her, why didn’t you just tell me?”
He sighed and leaned his head against the window. “You’ve made me feel things I’ve never felt before, Corey” he breathed. “When I look at you, I feel something… I don’t know what it is, but it’s… *Special*”.
I wiped my eyes as he continued.
“Up until we… You know… *Did it*, I never thought I could fall in love with a guy, but I’m in love with you, man, and it’s all happened so fast, and I just… I fucked up, and I’m sorry”.
Hearing those words made me forget about everything else in the world. I forgot about Rachel. I forgot about Matt. I forgot about the app, and all the guys who I’d gotten to know over the last few months. I turned to Hunter, and I sniffled.
“I love you, too” I said, and his glistening eyes widened.
“Even… Even after everything?”
“Even” I smiled, and kissed him like I’d never kissed anybody else in my life.