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I shrug, fall against him a bit because he's kinda hot and I'm not concentrating. You think you could cross the main roads, safely, in your condition?" Just having a wee rest, on my wee way home." He's OK, Richie is, just doesn't take any shit from anyone. It's Laura's mate, that opinionated arsehole genius who lived with her in first year. I spy a pigtail as he hauls me to upright again, off that springy, friendly, albeit damp lawn. It takes three hundred years to achieve that level of lush, flat, verdant grassy perfection, you know.Ī moment later the guy is back. It's your feet they don't want on the grass, after all, so there's no reason not to collapse and appreciate the perfect green chequered pattern from collegiate lawn-mowing, close-up. He returns, with the laundry basket, glares at me, then disappears into a staircase. Walking might still be a wee bit optimistic, anyhow. I don't know what his problem is, but I stand still. He drops the laundry, and drags me out into the next court, which is larger with immaculate lawns and presumably a dozen wee 'Keep off the grass' signs which I can't focus on right now. A deep voice as he picks up a laundry basket, followed by curses as I lurch against the wall. It's definitely a guy who snorts at me in contempt. The swearing bod sticks an arm round my waist until I'm reliably standing. "For fuck's sake." My hand is grabbed and I'm hauled to my feet, where I stumble, because, again, those wet cobbles make anyone wobble all over. Looks kinda like a woman, only very tall. "Eh." I mean, the voice is right, but it's not like a problem, you know? I try to focus to see who it is. You're a fucking alcoholic, Adrian, and we all know it." "Hey, there's no need to be insulting! Just because a man likes a drink." Sitting on the wet ground, I don't sound convincing. "You OK, there?" The figure pauses, recognising me. Until some person emerged from the basement. No reason for me to be moving, after all. One doorway with cement stairs going down, one with wider wooden stairs going up. Large wheelie-bin next to me to lean on, recycling bins opposite. I was in a covered tunnel, leading to the next court. So I compromised, just working on sitting. I tried to stand up again, but the gravity wasn't working right. Then I slipped on a cobblestone that jumped out at me, and fell over. I avoided the rose bushes, only hitting one windowsill as I lurched along a cobbled path.
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It wasn't, but I spied an alleyway in the corner of the court and tottered my way to that. I aimed myself at the middle of the opposite wall, hoping it would be the exit. Square, so all the walls look the same, especially in the dark and the drizzling rain. I left the staircase, and tried to get my bearings in her college's courtyard. Once she was snoring, I crept downstairs, as quietly as you can when seeing double. Even at 40% a.b.v., that's not enough to knock me out. She'd had at least half what I did, so it's not like I'd had much more than half a litre. So I simply tucked her in and polished off her Bacardi, until she fell asleep. I'd helped Laura nurse her sorrows - some bird called Ali had decided to get serious with some other woman, apparently - but if Laura didn't want cheering up with any sexual favours from the most charming student on her Materials Science degree course, leastways the best charmer from t'other side of the Irish Sea, then there's no helping some girls.
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I could see the temptation flash across her face, but for whatever reason, she insisted on just going to bed, alone. If I couldn't get it up, that's what a man has a tongue for, right? Nor like being half-cut wasn't my normal state of affairs. It wasn't like I'd regret her in the morning or anything. I told her, that really wasn't a problem. I told her so, while I was offering to cheer her up totally to the best of my ability, if you know what I mean. I don't know what Laura sees in women, least not the ones she's gone out with. I was round at a friend's college room, comforting her latest broken heart. Tags: Geek Pride, first gay sex, drunk sex, friends with benefits, bisexual man, college, gay anal, cock, big cock, bicurious man The sex in these stories is not sweet nor loving. I've had feedback on other stories about Adrian that people enjoy the 'sweet, loving, hot sex'.
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Richie and Adrian are established geeky characters of mine, but here they're just geeking about sex. These two stories, Undergraduate Experiments: Drunk and Undergraduate Experiments: Sober are designed to be read together.