Lahat ng Kabanata ng SWEET DEBAUCHERY: AN M/M COLLEGE, CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

CALEBI’m buzzed. I don’t know how many cans of beer I’ve chugged. I don’t know who I’m trying to impress, I can’t feel my fucking limbs. But I don’t stop drinking. And Vanya is so drunk, she’s practically on my lap. I don’t know any other way to tell her I’m not interested. Luke keeps eye-fucking Tony from where he’s seated on the kitchen counter. I don’t know how nobody notices. They’re sexting with their eyes. A guy with a denim vest—Sydney I think—leans forward to spread a deck of cards facedown around a Rick and Morty Portal cup, explaining the King’s Cup house rules.Someone lights a blunt and passes it around. It gets to me and I take a long drag, letting it settle in my lungs, before passing it to Vanya still perched on my lap. I like the way I feel: relaxed and super chill. Vanya leans forward and flips over an eight. “Mate” she says. I’m not surprised when she looks at me without hesitation. “Caleb is my drinking mate.” Everyone probably thinks we’re dating, so I don’t

CALEB. I wake up the next morning with a tongue as thick as mud and as dry as sandpaper plus my stomach rolls with every little movement. My head throbs like it’d been hit multiple times. My hoodie smells like liquor and drool and weed. There’s a vague memory of Vanya trying to drag me home, it felt like I actually went with her. Must have been a dream, that’s why I’m here in a jumbled mess of arms and limbs on the couch. My phone is wedged under my hip, buzzing. 06:06 AM. Saturday, 24 September. Thank fuck it’s the weekend. Vanya is nowhere to be found. As I try to pull my legs out of the mess, I feel something rough against my skin. A damn sequin dress. Red and glittery. I remember it from last night. Of course I fucking remember. Chris. I think his name is Chris. Chris in bright red sequin dress pirouetting like he was born in it. It started as a joke, he came in already wasted, dared himself to wear a dress which he got from god-knows-where. Next thing he strutted

TONY’S POV“I didn’t tell him anything. Oh my god!”“Yes, you did Vanya! Stop fucking lying. How else would he have known?! Lukas all but yells.“Well I’d tell you, if you’d just shut the hell up for one second!.” She retorts.He turns to face me, “I got back to the dorm on Saturday and found them both completely out of it. And Nobody knows how to make the most out of their weekend like Vanya.” “That has nothing to do with anything you sanctimonious prick.” Vanya sneers.I take off my reading glasses and rub my eyes. I’m too drowsy for this. “Both of you calm down.” I try. Unfortunately it’s impossible to get to them when they’re like this. It's barely 6:00 a.m., and they're already at each other's throats. Caleb found out about Lukas and me, and now Lukas is losing it, pacing in front of the media console like a madman, hurling accusations at Vanya for spilling the secret. It's not fair, especially considering how long she's kept it to herself. Vanya, standing behind the ve

TONY’S POV “What’re you waiting for? Suck it already.” Luke says.“It’s just so big, I’m not sure it’ll fit.” I tell him.“I’m sure you can make it fit.” “Okay.” And because I can, I do. I take him all the way into the back of my throat.I’m kneeling between his spread legs as he sits on the edge of the sofa, hands dangling freely over his spread knees, while he instructs me and guides me, praising me on how good I'm doing. “Yeah, just like that. Take it all the way. I love it when you choke on it. So fucking tight. You’re perfect, baby.” I know It’s reckless, doing this in the living room when Vanya could walk in at any minute. But it’s happened before, I’m sure it’ll happen again and honestly, I don’t care. Still, all that worry disappears the moment his hands find my neck. “You feel so fucking good,” he groans, one of his thumbs pressing down on the hinge in my jaw.But fucking good isn’t mind-blowing though. And that exactly what I want to be. I drag my tongue alo

CALEB’S POVTwo weeks unravels like a worn ribbon in the heart of Newark.October arrived on campus leaving drying leaves and silver fog in its wake. The trees around The Green are giving in to Autumn, letting go leaf by leaf, as if creating space for something new. But the old brick buildings have seen so many autumns, they wear the season like a familiar coat. Their eye-like windows catch the morning light and ivy climb their walls like veins.Most mornings, the melancholic chimes from the memorial disbands the crows from its rooftop. And by evening, the darkness drops like a velvet curtain and the scent of damp earth is stronger than the night before. For the past two weeks, Vanya’s been ringing it in my ear that I’d look gorgeous with a haircut. Tony says I shouldn’t touch it. But it’s not even about them.Every autumn, I cut my hair. Not for the look or any other reason. It’s just something I do. Like how the trees starts to shed when the cold sets in. I never do anything dra