Challenge (MxM) (COMPLETED)

Chapter Twenty Five- Mickey

Chapter Twenty Five-

Noel

It's been a whole entire day without Dax, and now I'm at Sawyer's house wishing that he was here too.

"Kids! Dinner!"

I stand up and make my way out of my room, watching the little kids run past me to trample down the stairs.

I follow after them and sit at the table as Teagan gives us our plates, making sure the food on Julian's doesn't touch. He's picky about that.

"Could I have extra corn for goat?" Julian asks as he starts eating with the bird tucked into his shirt.

Teagan hands him a small cup of corn which Julian feeds to his duck. I can tell that Frankie is annoyed with the duck being around all the time, but it really doesn't cause many problems.

"Do you guys have any friends that are straight? It seems like every time I meet one, they're gay."

"You're one to talk, Mr. I f****d My Best Friend." I answer, making Will glare at me.

"What does f****d mean?" Carson asks.

Cameron turns to her and starts to explain "It's when a guy sticks his p***s-"

Teagan reaches over to cover his mouth. "That's enough from you, kid. Carson, that's a bad word that Noel shouldn't be saying."

"Oh. Noel is being bad?"

"Yes. Very bad."

"Anyway. Beau isn't gay. Not really anyway." Sawyer mentions.

"How? He's a guy that likes guys."

"He's pangender so he's only like half gay."

"Whats pangender?" Julian asks.

"It's when someone doesn't care what gender people think they are."

"Oh. Gender is stupid anyway. How come some things are for boys and some are for girls. People in my class say I'm girly all the time just because of the things I like, but it's not fair. Nothing can really be girly or manly because the whole concept of gender is totally made up. I don't want to be a girl or a boy. I'd rather just be me." Julian rants, rolling his eyes.

"So you're non-binary." I ask.

"What does that mean?"

"It means that you're not a boy or a girl. You don't think that people should be bound to the construct of gender." Sawyer explains.

"Oh. So basically what I just said."

I smile and nod. "Yes. So do you want us to call you they/them now?"

"What?"

"Instead of calling you he or him. We can call you they or them so it's not gender specific."

"I don't care what you call me. I'm just tired of people putting each other into boxes just because it's convenient."

"You're totally right. You're completely woke, Julian. How about we try he/they and see if you're more comfortable with it?"

"Okay. Can goat be a he/they too?"

"Maybe we should take him to a vet to see if he's even a male. He might be a female and it's better to know now then wait until he lays eggs all over your bed."

"What if they take him because we aren't supposed to have ducks as pets."

"I looked it up and it's legal to have ducks as pets here. We'll take him over the weekend, alright?" Sawyer tells him.

We all finish eating, and I wait for the kids to go take their baths before turning to Will. I did say to Dax that I thought Will was just straight because he hadn't boned a guy.

"So? How was it?" I ask before smirking at the confused look on his face. "I mean if Theo is even half as good as his brother I wouldn't be surprised if you went back for seconds."

"Don't talk about him like that." Will complains before sighing. "It was good. He was great and he's a great person, but I don't love him or anything."

"That's normal, you know? I didn't love Dax when we had s*x, but it was still fantastic. I mean that man is like-"

"That's disgusting."

"The point is that not everyone just gets sparks. You don't just know as soon as you kiss or f**k. Destiny and fate is for lazy people who aren't willing to put in the work. If you love him as a friend and the s*x is good, then that's all that matters for now. You can't force love, but you can nurture this into something bigger and more beautiful than you imagined it would be."

Will smiles and nods. "That's the most wise thing I've heard in a while. Who would've imagined I'd get such good advice from someone who did acid in high school."

"It's called high school for a reason. Anyway, My bad decisions are behind me."

"Until you make more of them."

"Exactly." I smirk when my phone buzzes. I look down at it and roll my eyes. "Speaking of bad decisions."

Will gives me a knowing look. "I bet Dax is looking forward to meeting Mickey."

I ignore him and look down at the contact name again. 'Drug Addict :P'

I answer the phone and hold it up to my ear. "Selling oxy's 20 bucks a pop."

"Oh shut the hell up, loser. We both know you can't get oxy, and if you could it would be more than $20. We should hang out though. Quinn has some hookups with the guy at that bar in the city with the huge kegs, and my sister is dating this kid who sells pot."

"So by hang out you really mean get wasted and smoke dope." I ask sarcastically.

"Yeah. Maybe f**k too."

"I got a boyfriend, and his c**k is way bigger than yours so I'll pass. I have his penthouse to myself though. You and Quinn could come later and bring a keg if you want, but no weed, and it's not a party, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Bring kegs and throw a party."

"I'm serious, Mickey."

"Of course you are. Text me the address and I'll have everything ready by 11."

He hangs up, making me sigh. I send him the address and get my stuff to head over there. Dax said I could have a few friends over, but he told me not to wreck the place. He doesn't get back until tomorrow night though. Surely Mickey and I could have it all cleaned up by then.

I make a mental reminder to pick up tarps to put on his white couches and lock up the playroom before people get there. I'll have everyone take their shoes off too, and then it should all be fine. Dax won't even know.

***

"What the f**k do we need 7 kegs for?"

"The people I invited."

"Mickey!" I tell at him, but he just rolls his eyes at me.

Mickey has darkish skin. Around the same color as Andrew's actually. His hair is super curly and very pretty. He's picky about who can touch it though. I did it once in high school and after he beat me up, I never tried it again. His eyes are brown, and for the most part he looks pretty average, but he can still get with all kinds of people.

"Quinn should be here soon with condoms and things like that."

"No. Nobody is having s*x in this house but me."

"Hey, I offered."

"And I said your d**k is small."

"You weren't saying that last time."

"Yeah, well I wasn't sleeping with Dax on a daily either. Once you've had 10 inches you wouldn't go back to 8."

"Don't slander me. I'm at least 8.5." He replies, walking past me to look around at the place. "Holy s**t, man. Your man must be loaded. You sure you're not with him for his money?"

"Of course not. I'm with him for his dick."

"Always a classy one, aren't you?"

"Always a trashy one, aren't you?" I mock.

He laughs at me and grabs a keg to carry it in. "Make yourself useful and grab a few. Oh, and I'm not leaving until you do a keg stand."

I help him with the kegs and respond "No. Dax doesn't like me drinking."

"No, no. You don't ask Mickey the Milkman to throw you a party and then pull some 'oh I don't drink' bullshit. I'm here for the sole purpose of getting you totally f****d up. Don't worry about it."

"You know it's not pretty when I'm drunk. I'm serious about Dax, and I don't want to do anything-"

"I'll keep you from doing anything terrible like cheating on him, but you're not going to bed sober." Mickey brings in the last keg and reaches into his bag with a smirk. "Speaking of which. I brought some big kid juice for us."

He takes out a bottle of tequila and walks closer to me, putting his hand on my neck to tilt my head back while flicking the cork off of the bottle.

"Open up, Grayson."

I drop my jaw and let him pour about two shots worth into my mouth before swallowing it, feeling it burn down my throat like swallowing fire. "Party's on I guess."

It doesn't take long for people to start filing in, bringing all kinds of alcohol. Luckily nobody argues when I tell them to take theor shoes off and not take the tarps off the couches. Once more people start to arrive, I realize why we needed 7 kegs.

"Who the hell invited all of these people. I don't even know any of them!" I shout at Mickey over the loud music playing.

"Oh. I posted it on my private Twitter, dude."

"Oh my f*****g god."

"Noel? You're throwing this party? Is this Dax's place?"

I turn around and blush when I see Elliot and Fizzle standing at the door. "What are you guys doing here?"

"One of my friends said that some guy he knew was throwing a party." Elliot explains, and I sigh.

"Right. Take your shoes off and grab a beer. Don't tell Dax about this though. I wasn't planning for it to be a party, but obviously Mickey had other things in mind."

"You know Mickey?"

"You know Mickey?"

"Yeah his sister is dating the guy I used to buy pot from." Elliot admits before shrugging. "Surely everyone did drugs at some point, right?"

"Not me." Fizzle says quickly.

"Well don't tell that to Mickey or he'll coarse you into it."

"I can't. The first rule Master has is no drugs or smoking."

"Hey! More people. Come on in. Grab a beer and don't leave your drink unattended because there's definitely some douchebags here." Mickey warns.

"Yeah. You."

"It was one time! I didn't even touch you."

"You still spiked my drink, and got me arrested."

"It was the best night of your life. Oh, and I'm not the one who was begging the police officer to, and I quote, 'plow my tight little ass'."

"Oh please, I'm not blind. You wanted him too."

"Well at least I had enough self control to not f*****g dry hump him while he was throwing me into the police car."

"At least I'm not too much of a p***y to say what I mean."

"At least I'm not doing a keg stand tonight."

"No."

"Oh yeah."

"No. f**k no, Mickey. Dax will kill me."

"You said he doesn't come home until tomorrow. It's fine Noel. I thought you were a fun party animal. Now you're a tamed little b***h just because you got a boyfriend? It's fine if you want to tap out. You just didn't seem like the quitting type to me."

I glare at him, knowing damn well that he's trying to get under my skin, but it's working. He knows I can't back down from a challenge. "Not only am I going to do a keg stand, I'm also going to finish what's left of it."

Mickey smiles and takes me to the keg people have been getting their drinks for. Hopefully it's almost empty because if not I'll be beyond f****d up.

"Hey, everyone! Noel is going to do a keg stand. Let's hype him up."

I smirk when they start chanting my name. The sound is like music to my ears. I don't like the thought of keeping things from Dax but everything will be back to normal by tomorrow night, so it's not a big deal.

I put my hands on the keg and kick myself up into a handstand. Mickey spots me and puts the nozzle in my mouth, squirting the beer into my throat. I gulp each drink down and feel my arms get weaker, but Mickey keeps me up.

"No-el! No-el! No-el!"

Once I finish, I stand back up on my feet. I get a bunch of pats on the backs and cheers. I smile and feel my mind getting a bit woozy.

"Yes! You're still a badass, Noel. Don't let anyone tell you you're not." Mickey insists, wrapping his arms around me to practically drag me to the livingroom where everyone is dancing.

We dance and drink a bit more, but Mickey nudges me after a few minutes. "Is that guy over there a cop?"

I feel my stomach drop at the thought alone. Dax will f*****g murder me if I get arrested. I'm an adult now too. "Where? f**k, Mickey, this is why I didn't want a big party."

Mickey points towards the front door, and when I see him, my stomach drops even more.

"Fuck."