Spin the Bottle by Thlee
Discover passion and excitement in our 'Spin the Bottle' gay erotic sex story. Uncover thrilling adventures, intimate connections, and unexpected twists in this captivating tale. Dive into a world of desire and explore the depths of romantic exploration. Perfect for those seeking steamy escapades and LGBTQ+ romance!<br/> All characters 18+
Spin the bottle, like truth or dare, is a time tested tool to bring sexual tension to a group dynamic. Nico never liked games like this when he was young enough to be playing them, and likes them even less now after graduating high school. He hadn’t even planned on coming to this party, but his childhood best friend, Elijah, had practically begged him.
“Come on, it’s our last party before we go off to college.”
Nico and Elijah have grown apart. He knows that he is the academic one, the one that likes books and video games and Elijah is the cool one that likes sports and girls. They have always existed as spokes on opposite ends of the same wheel, growing up in the same neighborhood, going to the same schools, but living vastly different lives. Elijah has two parents that love each other and dote on him. Nico has two parents that hardly talk at all. Elijah can, and will, talk to anyone without a stutter or hesitation. Nico sweats and stumbles over his words, preferring to keep his headphones on to deter any unwanted conversations. At their roots, they are different. But proximity and an act of kindness brought them together.
Elijah’s mom loves to tell this story any chance she gets.
“You wouldn’t believe the look on little Nico’s face,” she would say. “He fell and scraped up his knees. Elijah heard him crying and ran outside. When he saw Nico, he grabbed him by the hand and brought him inside, sat him on the bathroom counter and started cleaning the cuts. He was so gentle and sweet, he kept telling him, “I know it hurts, it’s okay.” He bandaged him up, gave him a big hug, then brought him downstairs and gave him a popsicle. He wouldn’t stop hovering until Nico was laughing and smiling again. They became best friends after that, and Elijah always looked out for Nico.”
Elijah would smile at the memory, but it always made Nico feel helpless. Indebted to someone so much more capable than he was. Elijah did always look after him, standing up to mean kids at school that picked on Nico, sharing his lunch when his parents forgot to pack him one, holding his hand whenever he was scared or sad. Nico has always been weak, and as they got older he realized he didn’t want to burden Elijah anymore. So he stopped coming over for dinners, made excuses to not sleepover, found friends that were more like him and began to spend time with them instead.
Nico is surprised when his phone buzzes and he sees that it’s Elijah calling. He hesitates, debating whether or not to answer. It rings again. He sighs and clicks the green button hearing Elijah’s voice, familiar, though deeper now. “Nico! Great, you picked up. I know you don’t like talking on the phone. Listen, what are you up to this Friday night?”
Nico is so surprised that he doesn’t think before answering. “Nothing, why, what’s up?”
“Awesome! There’s a party at the Bart house and I’m hoping you’ll come. I know parties aren’t your thing, I get that, and I know it’s been a while since we hung out, but it’ll be our last hoorah before college! Say you’ll come.” Elijah has a way of demanding things rather than asking for them.
Nico hesitates. Elijah waits.
With a sigh, Nico replies, “Yeah, sure, alright.”
Nico can hear the smile on Elijah’s face, can picture the full lips and perfectly straight teeth.
“Sweet, I’ll swing by your place around 7 and we can walk over together. Just like old times!” With no goodbye, Elijah hangs up the phone.
Nico punches in the code to his garage, ducking under the door before it rises all the way up. As he steps inside, he is surprised to see his father at the stove cooking. In an apron. With a glass of wine in his hand and the radio blasting pop music.
“Dad?”
Rob is a kind, reserved man. He loves his job and spends most of his energy focused on it, and when he’s home he’s usually asleep or watching some documentary in the den. Nico can count on two hands how often he has seen his dad cooking. Rob looks up at him and grins, knowing how odd this must look.
“Hey buddy. I’m making spaghetti, you hungry?”
“Yeah, sure. Are you okay? What’s going on?”
Rob laughs. “Your mother and I talked and thought it was time for a divorce. But I realized that losing her, and then you going off to college was too much too fast. So we decided to try some counselor that Amanda, you remember Amanda? She recommended this woman who is a bit of a hippy, and we’ve gone a few times now and I just feel more alive than I have in a long time. Your mother too.” He waggles his eyebrows and Nico tries not to think about what he’s insinuating.
“So you’re not getting divorced?” Nico can’t decide how he feels. Happy for them? Disgusted at their decades late romantic flare? Confused about the hippy part?
“Nope. No divorce. Why don’t you go clean up and we’ll eat together. Mom will be home any minute now.”
Nico cannot recall the last family dinner they shared. Theirs is a household of frozen and fast foods. There is always ramen in the pantry and paper plates in the cupboard. He nods and makes his way upstairs to his room, still feeling a bit dazed.
When he comes back down his mother is home and the two of them are dancing in the kitchen. His mouth actually drops open and he wonders if answering Elijah’s call sent him into some alternate timeline where his parents dance and laugh and cook, and he goes to parties with popular kids that used to be his neighborhood friends.
Dinner is long and full of chatter. Nico tells them about the party, harboring a scrap of hope that they’ll tell him he can’t go. They, instead, are delighted. They can’t believe their baby boy is grown and going to college and are beyond pleased to hear Elijah’s name again.
“I don’t know why you ever stopped playing with him. He’s a sweet boy and his family loves you.” His mother says this with a spot of red spaghetti sauce on the side of her mouth and he watches in horror as his father gets it with his thumb then licks it off, his mom giggling like a kid. He excuses himself before they start making out at the table, wanting to keep his dinner down.
As he lies in bed he dreams about he and Elijah playing hopscotch and detective. He dreams about crying, and Elijah holding him and reassuring him that everything is okay.
Friday comes and is dragging by. Nico finds himself looking at the clock every ten minutes for most of the day, too anxious to find something to do. He supposes it’s nerves that have him so on edge. He thinks about different ways he might cancel on Elijah, but as one plan is forming in his head he receives a text.
Better not be thinking about cancelling 😉 I’ll see you at seven
Nico rolls his eyes, cursing Elijah for still knowing him so well. He stands and grabs his wallet and keys, unable to sit still any longer.
Used bookstores like Rainey’s Reads have always felt like a home away from home. When he was old enough to be on his own, Nico’s parents would drop him off here while they went out to run errands. He would wander around looking at the games and records, the trinkets and instruments. He would gather up a pile of books and find a quiet corner with a chair, rifling through them until his parents came to pick him up. They would let him buy as many books as he wanted, the walls of his room quickly filling with shelf after shelf of books, comics, and manga. Rainey’s is always quiet but alive, patrons whispering about which stories they’ve read and which ones they still want to. He loves the dim, peaceful atmosphere, smells of coffee and old paper calming his nerves. He does a lap, slowly, picking things up and putting them back down. When he finds a couple items he wants, he heads to his favorite seat, currently unoccupied, and parks himself there. Before he knows it, two hours have passed and he makes his way to the front. His free book punch card is stamped and a Rainey’s original bookmark is tucked into the cover one if the covers. Nico walks back to his car feeling lighter, though still unprepared for whatever tonight might bring.