January 2024 Drabble #1 (Patreon)

Gabriel wakes up in an unfamiliar place with no recollection of how he got there or what he's done last night...

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Gabriel wakes up with an aching body and an uncomfortable pressure in his skull. It is not quite a headache… yet. He must have overdone it yesterday. Cassidy had just kept pushing drink after drink on him…

He sits up with a soft grunt. The bed squeaks pitifully beneath his weight, which is… odd. Usually it doesn’t make a sound, even during the most rigorous fucking.

It’s the musty smell that finally makes him realize that something is off. His muscles seize immediately as he goes on high alert and finally properly looks around the room. It is small and only lit by a single grimy lightbulb. He is sitting on a cot that has honestly seen better days, which would explain the ache of his body. He feels like his shoulders must by twice the breadth of the thing.

Gabriel forces his body into obeying, standing up from the rickety bed and scanning his surroundings some more. There is not much to see. A little bedside cabinet with a full water bottle standing on top. A chair in a corner and a TV set up in the middle of the room.

He’s seen horror movies start like this. His skin crawls. He doesn’t want to drink the water but his mouth is so dry… so he downs it anyway. It tastes clean at least and it helps a lot in getting his mind back to working some more.

As he stalks toward the door, inspecting the nondescript keyhole that is undoubtedly bolstered with something on the other side, he racks his brain trying to figure out what had happened last night.

He remembers Cassidy dragging him into a club and him being weirdly enthusiastic about it. Honestly, it should have been Gabriel’s first hint that something was off – Cole usually is too lazy to do anything much at all.

There had been those drinks, yes, but… nothing that would explain this total lack of memory.

“Son of a bitch,” Gabriel mutters under his breath. He lets the door be for now and stalks around the perimeter of the room, still thinking about last night.

The drinks… Cole being all sweet on him, kissing and groping and barely letting Gabriel come up for air… yeah, he’s been good and ready for a fuck not quite an hour into their stay at the bar. He remembers that.

And then… Cole had pulled off of him and stuck his hand into his pocket.

Gabriel remembers wondering whether Cassidy had lost his mind and was about to propose to him or something. But instead, Cole had pulled out-

The TV suddenly turns on with a crackling noise.

Gabriel whirls around to the familiar sounds of a club. It’s security footage. On it, he sees the bar. And at the bar are Cole – and him.

He can see himself, body nice and loose, watching as Cole pulls a little device out of his pocket to show to him.

Gabriel watches his own face as it quickly goes from uneasiness to confusion and then to a curiously blank look.

Cole leans in and seems to say something, though Gabriel on the video does not react in the slightest. A moment later, Cassidy stands up and pulls Gabriel with him toward the back rooms.

“What the fuck…” Gabriel whispers under his breath, grabbing the chair and dragging it to the TV. He has to see this shit.

What happened last night?!