Aaron opens his eyes after seeing a bright flash of light to discover that he’s not where he should be. Looking around, he finds himself in what appears to be the entrance to somebody’s home. There is a tall black table visible in front of him next to a kitchen and a stairwell next to him heading upstairs. Aaron ventures deeper into the kitchen to try to understand where the hell he is when he accidentally knocks a book off the counter with his arm causing a loud crash in the otherwise quiet house.

“Shit” he exclaims, hoping no one was home to hear. “I gotta get out of here before I get sho…” his thought was cut short by hearing a commotion above him. Aaron panicked, he was in an unknown house dressed in baggy jeans, a dirty white shirt covered in grease, and a baseball cap with a flat bill. Worst of all, he was Filipino. Hopefully the person upstairs didn’t have a gun and an itchy trigger finger.

James ran down the stairs after hastily throwing on a pair of black skinny jeans and the nearest shirt available, a black Accept shirt. The noise came from the kitchen, probably a text book fell of the counter where it had been left precariously close to the edge…again. James flicked on the light and saw that it was exactly what he thought it would be, his calculus book on the kitchen floor. He went to head up stares when a familiar voice shouted out of the darkness behind the counter.

“James…jesus christ, you scared the shit out of me.” Aaron moved from behind to counter to double check and it was in fact his old friend James from high school.

James turned around, startled, before breaking out into a smile at seeing Aaron. “Shit man. What the fuck.” Pausing to catch his breath, James took in the sight of his old crush. His arms were well defined form mechanic work, skin a beautiful tan from being outdoors in Vegas year around, and fuck did the grease on his shirt and arms create a oura of manliness. Aaron had gotten hotter since James had last seen him.

Refocusing his thoughts, James came to his senses. “Can I get you a drink man? You look beat from a long day.” Reaching into the cupboard, James grabbed two glasses and a bottle of scotch. “Take a seat and I’ll be right there.”

Aaron, never being one to turn down free booze, agreed and took a seat at the awkwardly tall table and tried to get comfortable. He hadn’t seen seen James in years, a lot has changed since high school. If he was lucky, James wouldn’t get too faggy on him. Aaron didn’t have a problem with gay people, he just knew how terribly James hide his boner around him. He still had to figure out how to get back to Vegas, James lived somewhere near Seattle, Aaron couldn’t remember where exactly.

James sat down across from Aaron and poured about two shots in each glass. “How’ve you been, man? It’s been a while.”

“I’ve been doing great. Living it up in Vegas. Got a solid job, a nice place, a beautiful baby girl, and no ball and chain.” he lied before taking a solid swig of liquor. James was right, he did need a drink and for scotch it wasn’t bad. Still not his drink of choice, but not bad. Setting the glass back down, he already could feel the redness in his cheeks. The usual curse that came with alcohol, Asian glow. Setting the glass down, he planned to continue his lie. “I’m telling you man, you gotta come visit. I bet even you could get laid in Vegas.”

James, having already finished off his first glass, decided to call Aaron’s bluff. At least, he hoped it was a bluff. “You sure man, you seemed pretty down after Lauren left you. I know you talked big on Facebook, but it sounded like high school you talking.” Before Aaron could answer, James refilled the glasses and continued “we helped each other through our worst back then, I can tell when you aren’t being fully honest.”

Aaron was shocked, and not drunk enough. “Fuck, you know me too well.” He finished off his glass for a second time. James knew Aaron too well. And, James wasn’t gonna let him off easy. “You’re right,” he admitted, “The breakup was hard on me. We went our separate ways but now I’m spending half my income on flying across the country.” James refilled his glass for a third time, which Aaron quickly drank off before the cap was on the bottle. “And I haven’t gotten laid in months. Life’s been rough.”

James was happy with his small victory, though he did his best to stay modest. “How about” he offered, “we go into the living room and throw some anime on the big 4k tv…or we can watch some porn.” James said with a sly grin.

Aaron, grossed out and tipsy, roars his voice in protest. “I don’t want to watch any of that homo shit you call porn, Jim.” He was amazed that James would dare say something that bold, especially after what happened last time.

James chuckled and grabbed his chest while reassuring saying “I was thinking something with big tits and blonde hair. “