Just One of the Guys
Thirty Three

Knox

Gentry has a pep in his step that he hasn't had in a long time as we head out to the parking lot toward our cars.

"Who's driving?" I holler, wondering if everyone is riding with me, or what.

That would be the safest option that way we only need to worry about having one designated driver instead of two or worrying about someone driving after they've been drinking.

"I am," Gentry says, unlocking his Jeep.

Several guys climb in with him. There are six of us left; me, Corbin, Asher, Colt, Kade, and Emmett. Asher, Kade, and Emmett all climb in the back. They're good-sized guys, about like me and Colt are, so they take up the whole backseat. Colt takes the front passenger seat, leaving Corbin standing there, trying to figure out what to do.

"I'll just stay behind. You guys have fun," he mutters with a shrug, turning around to head toward the apartments.

"Corbin," I shouted to get his attention.

He's basically a twig and won't take up hardly any space, no reason he can't sit between Colt and me, as awkward as it may be.

He turns around slowly, confusion clear on his face. "Get over here, you can ride between me and Colt," I tell him.

His face brightens, a smile taking over his features, and my gut clenches, my heart rate picking up as I watch him walking toward me.

For a second, it was as if Averi was smiling back at me. With a huff at how idiotic I sound, I head toward the back of the truck, grab my cell from my gym bag, and toss the bag in the bed of the truck, then pocket the phone as I climb in after Corbin.

When we pull up to the land that butt's up against the creek, it's already packed with cars. I managed to find a good spot that I should be able to get out of easily enough and park. We all pile out, Corbin sliding out after me.

I stand against the door as he slips off the seat, waiting to shut and lock it. When he hits the ground, he lurches forward having lost his balance, and falls into me.

Electricity explodes through my veins at the contact. Immediately, I shove him away from me and clear of the door.

After shutting and locking it, I pass by him, heading straight to the sound of the party, needing a drink more than I need my next breath.

*What the hell was that?*

That thought plagues me throughout the night as I constantly catch myself watching him as he throws back shot after shot, and downs beer after beer. I've never seen him get drunk, he typically doesn't even drink. "...my dick. Wanna join me?" Colt says, drawing my attention back to him.

"What? Sorry," I mutter, turning back to him and my back on the person that I can't seem to keep my eyes off of, but I can't seem to shake how much he looked like Averi for a moment.

"I said I'm thinking of piercing my dick."

Shit! Just the thought of that makes me cringe.

"Why in the bloody hell would you do a thing like that?" I ask, shuttering as a shiver races down my back.

"I guess that's a no then?"

At my confused look, he elaborates.

"I asked if you would want to join me to get one. It's supposed to and I quote 'enhance sexual pleasure and make the experience more stimulating'."

"I think I'll pass on that one...and what the hell are you quoting?" I mumble just before taking another pull from my beer.

"I read up on it, gotta know what I'm getting myself into when it comes to my dick."

With a smirk, he claps me on the shoulder and heads toward Gentry.

The thought of making things even better for Averi sounds pretty tempting though. But is it worth the pain of having a needle go through my dick?

The sound of a girl's laughter that sounds an awful lot like Averi's draws my attention away from thoughts of cock piercings.

Turning around, I scan the sea of faces hoping that maybe she's here and we can talk. Standing up, I gesture to where Gentry and Colt are standing that I'm gonna get another beer. Walking over to a once overflowing ice chest that now is about a quarter of the way full, I hear the tinkle of her laughter again, this time having no doubt that it's her.

Walking around, I look at every girl that I see, hoping to find her. My attention draws several girls' eyes, but I pay them no mind. I'm a man on a mission and I have a girl that I need to see. After making rounds several times, without finding her, I'm 6 beers and three shots in when I come back, standing before Colt.

"Let's go!" I mutter, turning around and walking towards where I parked my truck.

Colt catches up to me just as I reach my truck. "Go where?" he asks.

I glance towards where the dark sky is illuminated by firelight, and then open my door, hopping in before responding. "Let's get our bloody cocks pierced!"

"Fuck yeah, man!" he agrees. "Gentry wasn't being a pussy about it, but you're my boy. I knew you'd come around."

Colt starts whooping and hollering in excitement. I hear several other partygoers whoop and holler in return.

Turning over the ignition, the truck roars to life. Making quick work of backing out of the spot I parked, I navigate through several rows of cars before I make it back to the main road. "Message the others letting them know that we've left, they'll need to catch a ride."

"On it!" he says excitedly.

Twenty minutes later, we pulled up to a tattoo and piercing shop. Quickly ascending the steps, we walk through the door, the ringing of a bell overhead announcing our arrival. "Hey, what can I help you two with today?" asks a girl covered in ink with turquoise hair, piercing in her lips, nose, eyebrows, tongue, and all along her ears.

"I want to get a Prince Albert and a pubic piercing," Colt states, walking up to the counter and giving the girl his signature panty-dropping grin.

"Okay, I'll need you to fill out the paperwork first. Anything for you?" she asks as she hands Colt some papers on a clipboard then turns her attention to me. "How many different kinds of dick piercings are there?" I ask, not having the slightest clue, and feeling wholly unprepared for what I'm about to do. Who the hell makes a rash decision to get a genital piercing? Me, apparently.

She pulls out a chart that has a bunch of pictures of cartoon-looking dicks on it, all of them with a piercing in one place or another. At least their cartoons and not actual dicks. A shiver courses through my body at just the thought. "These are all of the male genital piercings that we offer. This first one is called an Apadravya and as you can see, it goes up and down through the head of the penis. There's also one that goes side to side through the head of the penis called an Ampallang,” she says, using her index finger and pointing to each of the different piercings on the cartoon pictures. "This next one is a deep shaft piercing, the placement of this one is below the head, typically half an inch or so down the shaft. This is one of our most popular male genital piercings, along with the Prince Albert, your friend is getting."

She continues explaining the different piercings and the placement of each before turning her attention back to me and asking, "Well, are any of them one that you would be interested in getting?"

Looking over the chart once more, I tell her, "I want a deep shaft piercing and a pelvic piercing as well. I also want to schedule an appointment to get a tat."

The tattoo comment gets Colt's attention, a smirk playing about his mouth.

"Look at you, breaking out from your British good boy image."

"Piss off!" I growl.

We both end up laughing as the girl hands me a clipboard with paperwork for me to fill out as well.

I get it all filled out, when I get to the question about whether I've had any drugs or alcohol, I look at Colt. He glances at the question I've indicated and shakes his head no.

I mark no, and then lay the paperwork on the counter next to Colts. The girl takes both of the clipboards and steps in the back for a moment. When she comes back, the paperwork is no longer in her hands. She points to a jewelry case. "Any particular type of jewelry that you would like? We have Gold, titanium, and surgical steel jewelry."

We both respond with titanium not willing to risk getting an infection or having an allergic reaction to the surgical steel jewelry in our junk but not willing to splurge on gold either.

She takes us down a short hallway, gesturing for one of us to go in one room and one to go in the other.

Colt and I go into the separate rooms and I hear him ask through the wall, "You ready for this?" as I sit down on the doctor's looking bed/table thing.

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this..." I mutter, but not loud enough for him to hear me.

A piercer comes in a few minutes later, lays out all of the necessary instruments, and engages in small talk as he works, likely to assuage my nerves.

Once he's got it all ready, he asks me to lower my britches. I'm standing in a piercing shop with a guy messing with my dick, fixing to have not one, but two needles shoved through it.

*I must have lost my ever-loving mind.*

"Ready?" the guy asks after he has marked where the needle will go through and checks to see if I'm okay with the placement.

I nod my head, determined to go through with it, "Let's get on with it!" I hear Colt gasp from the room next door, but I don't have time for nerves to take over before a needle is being shoved through my shaft. *MOTHER FUCKER!!*

Clenching my teeth, I breathe through the worst of the pain as he exchanges the hollow needle for the jewelry and then does the other one before I get the chance to back out. *MOTHER FUCKING DICK FACED BASTARD!!*

"Whooooh..." I breathe, as the piercer exchanges the hollow needle for the next set of jewelry.

He works quickly and efficiently and within just a few minutes, he's got me all cleaned up and I'm paying the man. Colt and I both walk out of our rooms, wide-eyed and breathing hard. "Holy fuck, mate!" I grate out, turning on him as soon as we make it past the doors. "Why did I let you talk me into that?"

"Damn! It hurt, didn't it?" Colt says, his face a little pale.

"I think we need to get some food in us, maybe that will help calm the nausea down from...this," I say, gesturing toward my crotch. "I can definitely say that I am one hundred percent sober now!" "Fuck! Right?!"

*I think I need more to drink too.*

We find a twenty-four-hour Taco Bell and order some tacos and sodas to wash them down with.

After cramming our faces, I turned back to Colt. "Better?"

"Definitely. Wanna head back to the party, see if it's still going or if any of the guys still need a ride back?" he asks, sucking down the last of his soda.

"Yea, it was a real dick move for us to ditch them, huh?" I say, turning back onto the main road and heading back in the direction of the party. "I blame it on the alcohol."

When we get back to Old Cramer's Creek, the party is still going strong. My cock is starting to really ache, and as we step back into the clearing, it pulses with the beat of the music. Definitely gonna need some Advil or something pretty soon.

Looking around, I try to find my mates among the crowd of faces. Wesley is making out with some chick sitting in his lap, grinding all over his dick.

Pretty sure he won't be coming back to the dorms tonight.

A minute or so later, I find Kade, Asher, and Emmett. Gentry, Ryker, Johnson, and Kendrick, who all rode with Gentry, are all around the fire talking to a group of chicks. *Where's Corbin?*

"Why don't you stand up and take a hit like a man, pussy!" A guy hollers over by the vehicles.

*Shit!*

*Please be anyone other than Corbin. The dude is so small, someone with any bulk to them whatsoever could really do some damage.*

Walking back towards the guys, I lean down so that Gentry and Ryker can hear me.

"Get the rest of the guys and come with me. I think Corbin may be in trouble," I say, and at their nod, I get moving.

I catch Colt's attention and gesture with my head that he needs to follow. The whole lot of us round a big ass truck and find a circle of hulking guys surrounding two people in the middle. They must be with the guy who's not getting the shit beat out of him because they're throwing all kinds of shit towards the other person in the middle, verbally beating him down while he's getting an actual beat down.

"Not even gonna stand up against me, huh? Pussy!" One of the guys in the center of the crowd growls at the other, kicking him, and then he spits on him.

"Don't. You. Ever. Look At. My. Girl. Again!" the big guy says, kneeling over the one that's down, throwing a punch as each word leaves his lips. The other guy doesn't even defend himself, instead, he's curled up in a ball, using his arms and hands to cover his head.

I gesture to Gentry and a few others to get the little guy as I step in and face the big guy.

"Why don't you try to fight someone your own size?" I yell, gaining his and the rest of the group's attention, buying time for my guys to get to the one on the ground. "Or do you get off on going after someone smaller than you?" The big guy growls, glaring at me with murder in his eyes. "Come on, you fucking wanker!" I shout, as spreading my arms out wide at my sides, I stand before him, waiting for him to try and hit me.

I haven't been in a good fight in a minute, and I didn't realize how damn bad I needed it until just now. I smile wide, taunting the bastard, "What? Too much of a manky knob?"

As soon as the others get the guy away from everyone, I step up to the bastard, rear back, and hit him right between the eyes. His eyes roll towards the back of his head as he drops to the ground, out cold.

I glance around at the rest of the guys that were just standing around watching, but they all back up, hands raised in submission.

"Bloody bastards," I growl as I catch up with the rest of my group. "Who is it?" I ask, anger rolling over me in droves, the need to pummel someone or something becoming stronger with each step I take.

"It's Corbin...I think. It's bad, man," Gentry says, glancing from an unconscious Corbin, whose head is in his lap, to me. "He needs to go to the hospital."

Both of his eyes are swollen shut, his lips busted, and God only knows what other injuries he sustained.

"I'll take him," I say, as I walk towards Gentry to take Corbin from him.

"No, you just knocked that guy out and you're clearly jonesing for a fight."

"I will I-"

"You can't go!" he snaps, cutting me off. "The cops will likely be called, and it will look like you beat the shit out of him instead of that jackass."

Understanding that we're all freaking the fuck out here, he says with a nod, taking us all in. "I got him."

Colt takes Corbin's weight, as Ryker helps Gentry to his feet, then lowering Corbin back into Gentry's arms, Colt nods. His guilt, written all over his face, just as sure as it is on mine.

Gentry turns on his heel and heads towards his jeep. "I'll let you know what they say."

"God dammit!" I curse, my hands fisted in my hair, needing the pain to keep me grounded as I watch Gentry lower Corbin into the passenger seat and buckle him up. Fuck, I know that Gentry's right and it will just look like I'm the one that fucked him up, but God dammit, I should have never fucking left.