Beat is stood outside a house party. It's not like he dislikes parties, he just dislikes the kind of people that usually go to them.
He throws the butt of his cigarette on the floor and stomps on it.
A few of his friends were inside, but most of them were just looking for an easy hookup. Usually, they wouldn't be caught dead at a party like this, but desperate times call for desperate measures. If anyone understood that, it was Beat.
He lights another cig and takes a long drag, coughing. How do people get addicted to this stuff? As if he's not halfway through a pack he bought an hour ago. He's just desperate not to look awkward.
A drunk girl stumbles out of the back door, closing it behind her and clumsily sitting herself down on the doorstep. She rests her cheek on her hand.
Beat looks down at her, scanning her. He looks at her short hair, the way it falls down the side of her face. He glances at the exposed tattoo on her stomach, mentally applauding her bravery in not covering it up.
He smiles endearingly as she hiccups.
"What's your name? You look badass."
She forces a laugh and looks up at him. "Cube…"
She doesn't bother asking for his name, but she doesn't have to. "I'm Beat." He notices her falling asleep. "Need some help getting home? I'm sober."
Cube jumps a little. "Huh? Yeah, sure…" She lifts herself up off the floor, trying to keep herself steady. Her legs feel like jelly.
She's a little taller than him, not that he cares. He pulls her arm over his shoulder and puts his other hand on her waist to keep her stable. She forgot to tell him her address. God, she is drunk. Good for Beat.
"I'm just gonna take you back to my place for the night, okay?"
Cube mumbles incoherently under her breath.
"Okay. Get on my back."
Beat piggybacks Cube. He lets out a sharp exhale at the feeling of her limp weight dropping on him. When he gains his balance, he carries her and skates towards the garage.
The skate there usually took 5 minutes, but the time was nearly quadrupled with how many times he had to stop and catch his breath or pick Cube back up after dropping her. It was a miracle she didn't have brain damage with how many times she hit her head.
Finally, he enters the garage. All of the GG's were at the party, except Gum, who was cleaning her skates in the garage. She waves at Beat. "Hey!" She smiles.
Beat sets the drunken Cube down on the couch, helping her take off her shoes. "Sup. You think I could get a little privacy?"
Gum shoots him a really nasty look, but nods slowly, picking up her bag and skates and leaving, glancing behind her at the nearly passed out girl on the couch.
Beat lays down on the couch and pulls Cube up by her arm so she's laying on top of him. She snores for a moment and he slaps her awake. She looks like a deer in headlights when her eyes open.
He gently rubs her red cheek. "Want another drink?"
Cube nods, too far gone already. Beat picks up a bottle of vodka behind the couch and passes it to her. She picks it up and starts chugging it.
"Whoa, easy…" Beat says, not actually making any effort to stop her from drinking too much. When she finally pulls the bottle away from her lips, Beat takes it and takes a small swig. He puts it back down.
Again, Cube falls asleep on top of him. Beat groans, but it's too late to back out now. He grabs her face and kisses her motionless lips, tasting the alcohol on her breath and getting his lips blue.
His hand wanders down to her exposed stomach, dipping underneath her shirt and groping her tits. He basks in the warmth radiating from her body.
His hand goes a little lower, unbuckling her belt and gently placing it by the side of his couch. Sure, what he was doing was extremely douchey, but he still had the decency to try not to break such an expensive looking belt buckle.
He pulls down her jeans, sitting up a little so he can pull them all the way off. He looks at Cube for a moment, brushing her hair out of her face, having to confirm she's not dead with how wasted she was.
Beat just stares for a while, waiting to see if she'll wake up. When she doesn't, he pulls her thong down. He gropes at her waist a little longer before he unbuckles his own belt and gets his dick out, lowering her down onto him.
Getting someone who's passed out to ride you is pretty difficult, but luckily, Beat has a lot of core strength from rollerblading. He thrusts up into her, grunting at the tight warmth around him. He rolls his hips up, thrusting in and out of her, holding tightly onto her limp body to keep her steady.
"Hah…"
He touches her sleeping face as he thrusts into her, admiring her beauty. His hands tremble with lust, wanting more of her. The sight of her smudged eyeliner goes straight to his dick. He bites his lip.
"Yeah…"
His hand traces her throat. He squeezes lightly. He doesn't want to hurt her. He just feels this carnal need to mark her as his. He leans down and sucks on her neck, making multiple pink marks on her.
"Ooh…"
His movements get rougher and rougher. After a couple of particularly hard thrusts, Cube's eyes flutter open. Beat smirks as he looks her in the eye. Cube looks out of it for a moment, but then suddenly her eyes widen and she gags.
Beat's eyebrows shoot up and he tries to push her off, but before he can, she pukes all over his torso. He grimaces, just laying there for a moment.
"I'm sorry…"
Beat doesn't respond. He stays still inside her for a moment. He sighs. Ah, fuck it.
He starts thrusting into her again. Cube feels more and more dizzy and nauseous with the movements. "W-what are you-" She gags again, spitting up some more vomit onto him.
Beat can't decide if he hates this or loves it. But his dick definitely can. He swears he's never been this hard before.
He thrusts harder, and she keeps spitting up more puke, like he's fucking it out of her.
Cube looks up at him with a pleading look in her eyes, before emptying the rest of her stomach onto him. She sobs softly into his chest. Slowly, the sobs fade away, and she passes out on top of him again.
Beat gives one last thrust.
"Yahoo!"
He cums inside her. What's a condom again?
He pulls out halfway through the orgasm, letting the rest of his cum land on both their torsos. He looks at the puddle of cum and vomit in between them, mentally WTF-ing at himself, moreso for the vomit part than the rape part.
Beat realises he probably shouldn't have let her vomit on him without a shower to clean up nearby. He takes off his dirty clothes and puts on one of Yo-Yo's spare hoodies.
He takes off Cube's shirt, glad that her undershirt didn't get dirty. He wipes the vomit on her stomach up with her shirt and throws it into a corner. He puts Cube's thong and jeans back on her, cursing himself for being too lazy to take off the rest of her clothes too.
Beat stares at her. Her makeup is smudged, mascara dripping down her face. Her hairclips are missing. He stands there, wondering what to do with her.
If she wakes up in the garage, will she connect the dots? She certainly won't remember what happened. Maybe she'll wake up and see the gang and think they were doing a nice deed by taking care of her when she was blackout drunk. What if Gum says something? Nah, she wouldn't do that. Oh God. What if he got her pregnant? No, girls like her are usually on the pill.
Beat decides it's a problem for future him to deal with.
He repositions Cube on the couch and goes to sleep on the floor next to her without a care in the world.