"What the fuck, get your own dude," Richard yelled pushing Drake away.
"The kegs empty, this party is drying up."
"I don't give a shit. Who the fuck are you anyway? I've not seen you in the frat before, you know this is private party."
Drake made another grab for the beer. "Just a sip bro'."
Richard held the glass at arms length, "Dude, just disappear will you," he growled.
Over the noise of the party Richard heard a shout from one of the other Frat brothers. "Guys, there's a fucking freak in a red shirt that's crashed the party. The Cameron wants him found."
"Aww man," Drake moaned. "I was only playing with her, she was really begging for it."
"Who?"
"Some girl called Jessica?" Drake replied.
"You're kidding, that's the president's girl. You are so dead," Richard took a breath to shout, but felt a hand cover his mouth and an arms wrap around his waist.
Richard struggled and Drake leaned in close. "I don't want any trouble, just a drink," he whispered.
Drake looked towards the door, he could hear heavy steps coming down the stairs. "Sorry dude, but I really want that drink."
He released Richard, but before he could yell he felt a pain across his back. Within seconds he felt Drake pushing against him and then a fullness as his clothes tightened against his body. He could only gasp as Drake's muscular body invaded his own.
The door swung open and Richard turned to look. It was another brother. "You seen a guy in a red shirt?"
Richard took a long gulp of beer and swallowed. "No dude, just me down here."
"OK, Cindy has just arrived." Richard looked blankly back. "Your girlfriend--Duh!"
"Sweet," Richard exclaimed and watched the frat brother return to the party. "See," Richard said to nobody in particular, "if you'd let me have the drink, it would have been a lot easier."
Richard stretched a little as Drake got comfortable inside. After taking a few more glugs of beer, then returned to the party to find Cindy.
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