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Disclaimer: I do not know the members of Daft Punk, and this is a work of fiction. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. I wish to insult or harm no one.

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‘No, I don’t want to.’

‘You don’t even want to try it? Just for one time?’

Guy-Manuel shook his head, insecure about what his best friend might think of him if he didn’t follow his example.

‘They’re all saying it’s great.’

Thomas’s brown eyes gave him a last questioning look, but when he understood he wasn’t going to change his mind, he just shrugged, to Manuel’s relief.

‘I guess it’s for the best. You can carry me home afterwards,’ he said jokingly.

Guy-Man smiled, because he didn’t want him to know how much he worried about him. He didn’t want to be an overbearing bitch about it. He wanted to be Thomas’s friend, and he was willing to support him in anything that wouldn’t kill him. Nevertheless, when they had arrived at the huge hall at 2 AM and he noticed some suspicious groups of guys standing in a corner, he couldn’t help touching Thomas’s shoulder slightly.

‘Be careful,’ he mumbled.

Thomas messed up Manuel’s hair playfully, as to tell him he’d be fine. Manuel watched him walk towards the shady guys, and as he lit a cigarette to calm his nerves, he suddenly felt threatened by his surroundings. The dark factory hall, the noisy people, the cold. He was only wearing jeans and a shirt, to avoid losing his warm coat inside, but he was regretting his decision now that Thomas was taking so long. What was he doing? Couldn’t he just make the exchange and come back?

Manuel sighed impatiently and watched his smoke evaporate in the freezing air. He didn’t want Thomas to get too involved in this whole ecstasy scene. To be perfectly honest, he was also against him trying it tonight, and what he really didn’t want was Thomas making the wrong friends and losing him to them. He knew it was probably childish and unreasonable, but ever since he had met Thomas, he had been absolutely terrified of losing him.
After what seemed to be ten minutes, he finally broke loose from the group of guys and returned to Guy-Manuel.

‘You got them?’ he whispered, holding his arms around himself and shivering uncontrollably.

With a triumphant grin on his face, Thomas opened his hand, showing him two tablets, a pink one and a white one.

‘Are you one hundred percent sure you don’t want one?’

‘Yes. Hurry up and eat them before we get caught,’ Manuel stressed.

Thomas seemed amused by his agitation, and laughed at him carelessly. ‘Yes mommy,’ he said, and swallowed both of his pills in one go. Guy-Manuel could only stare at him, hardly believing he had really done it.

‘Stop worrying, dumbass,’ Thomas smiled. ‘If I don’t like it, I’ll never do it again.’

When Guy-Manuel still didn’t reply, Thomas pushed him. ‘Lighten up, man! This is a rave!’

Manuel smiled nervously. ‘Yeah.’

‘We’re gonna have a good time, I promise, if you just loosen up,’ Thomas said.

‘Okay, I’ll try,’ Manuel gave in.

‘Let’s go in then. I’m freezing.’
As soon as they were inside, Manuel had to admit things were looking much better. The atmosphere and the music were great, and most people seemed to be relatively sober. It was like they were walking in a completely different world. He looked beside him, where Thomas was smiling with sparks in his eyes, as flashes of coloured light shone on his face every half of a second.

‘Let’s get a drink,’ Thomas yelled over the sound of the music.

Manuel hesitated. He wanted a drink, sure, but if Thomas drank alcohol tonight, he would have a cocktail of drugs in his body. But before he could decide on what to say, Thomas walked away through the crowd, and he had no choice but to follow him. When he ordered a drink anyway, he didn’t have the courage to stop him, and watched him empty his glass powerlessly. As they returned to the floor, he constantly checked on Thomas’s eyes, to see if the drugs were taking effect yet. So far, he was still the same Thomas. Moving slowly, looking around with his mouth open, smiling at him when someone walked by he thought was funny. But after half an hour, Guy-Manuel definitely saw him change. His smiles were bigger, and he couldn’t stop laughing. His movements became quicker and less controlled. He jumped to every beat and never seemed to lose his energy.
It was fucking scary. Guy-Manuel really enjoyed dancing a bit with him, secretly, and the music was still amazing. But he just kept going and going. He could see the sweat shining on his forehead. His eyes focused on nothing, and it was like he couldn’t even see him. He moved his head so roughly Manuel was afraid he would get dizzy and fall. Sometimes he tripped and fell in to someone, but he just hugged whoever he had hit and things were okay. And it was so crowded and so hot. Even Manuel was feeling light-headed by now. He couldn’t imagine what was going on in Thomas’s head.
‘Guy-Man,’ he yelled, his voice hoarse. ‘Guy-Man! Smile!’

‘You need some water,’ Manuel yelled.

‘No…’ Thomas said, ‘no, I don’t need anything…’

‘Okay,’ Guy-Manuel said nervously, before Thomas jumped towards him and threw his arms around him.

‘You’re the only thing I need, baby,’ he yelled in his ear. ‘I love you!’
A shock went through him, and suddenly feeling weak, he tried to push Thomas off of him.

‘I’m alive,’ Thomas smiled, a childishly delighted look on his face.

‘Yes, you are,’ Guy-Manuel answered, not knowing how to deal with this situation. Thomas was softly stroking his cheeks, and even though he knew he was high out of his mind, he liked being touched.

‘I’m so fucking high,’ Thomas shouted and burst into laughter. ‘So fucking high.’

‘Relax,’ Guy-Manuel said. ‘Let’s get you some water before you dry out.’

‘Yes, Manuel,’ Thomas laughed, and kissed him on his mouth.
Guy-Manuel couldn’t believe this was happening, and almost thought he was high, too. But no, they were actually kissing. For the first time.
‘I love you,’ Thomas told him again, falling in his arms. Manuel managed to catch him. Thomas seemed to regain his balance, and flawlessly turned his fall into a dance. That was the point where Guy-Manuel’s mouth cracked into a small smile, and he could see the fun of it all. As long as he could keep him hydrated- because he knew that was the most important while using ecstasy- Thomas would just act like a weirdo for a few hours, and return back to normal with a big hangover. All he had to do was keep an eye on him.
They returned to the bar. Thomas said he wanted a cocktail, but Guy-Manuel ordered two sodas and he didn’t even notice. He drank it down in one go. They returned to the floor around half past three, and they spent some happy minutes dancing. Maybe it was going to be okay after all.
Just when Guy-Manuel was actually starting to have a good time, something changed between them. They had been dancing like before; Thomas a lot wilder than Manuel; and everything was fine, until Thomas suddenly grabbed him and tried to pull him closer.

‘What are you doing?’ Manuel laughed.

Thomas grabbed his chin, something he had never done before, and looked him in his eyes for what seemed to be an hour. Manuel looked around them nervously and felt kind of intimidated by his mate. He didn’t know what he wanted. Could ecstasy make you aggressive? Scared by the intense look in his eyes, he tried to get away. The only result was Thomas holding on to him more tightly. People were bumping in to them. The floor was shaking and the music seemed louder than ever.
‘Go home with me,’ Thomas shouted.

‘Wh-what?!’

‘Please. I love you so much.’

‘But we can’t… we’re friends,’ Guy-Manuel tried to talk sense into him. All he did was shake his head.

‘No, no, no,’ he said. ‘We’ve come here together, and you need to go home with me.’
It was strange to realize that you lose your courage, when what you have wanted for years is suddenly within your reach.
It wouldn’t be real, he told himself. He’s under the influence of that stuff and he’s doing things he would never have done if he had been sober. I only want his love if he really means it.
Things will change forever, he told himself. When he wakes up tomorrow and finds out what has happened, he will never want to see me again. And I’d be taking advantage of him if I do what he suggests, because I really want it, and I have always wanted it…
But when he got kissed on the subway station, in a corner no one could see them, so heavily Manuel thought his knees wouldn’t be able to hold him anymore, all his arguments disappeared. Pressed against him tightly, he felt how much he wanted him, and thought he was about to lose his mind.

‘I can’t wait to get home,’ Thomas said in his ear, louder than he had probably intended. ‘I’m gonna undress you and kiss you everywhere.’

Blushing all over, Manuel stopped him as he tried to begin unbuttoning his shirt early. Thomas smiled, making Guy-Manuel’s heart miss a beat.

‘I know you want it, as much as I do.’

Their train arrived, and Guy-Manuel was quick to push him off of him so no one would know what they had been doing.
‘Did you see that girl?’ Thomas mumbled as the train rattled and shook. Guy-Manuel shook his head.

‘She had glitter all over her,’ he said dreamily. ‘She was beautiful. Do you know how much gravity there is?’

The train stopped and Guy-Manuel gently pushed him out and onto the escalators.

‘Ooooh,’ Thomas said when they were outside. ‘Look at all those stars!’

‘You’re standing on the middle of the road, idiot,’ Manuel said and pulled him to the sidewalk. He was now consciously guiding Thomas to where he wanted them to be, taking the lead in his ridiculous plan. It felt so strange. They were the only people on the sidewalk.
Thomas Bangalter kept his promises. After Guy-Manuel had opened the front door for him and they had locked themselves inside Thomas’s bedroom, he jumped towards him and almost broke his shirt as he unbuttoned it, kissing him in his neck, using his tongue.
‘Be honest,’ he asked. ‘What do you think of me?’

Out of breath and overwhelmed by the feeling of Thomas’s full lips on his collarbone, his throat, his ear, Manuel said ‘I think you are the most beautiful, sweet and amazing person ever, and I have loved you since always.’

Thomas looked down to him, pausing his kisses. ‘Really?’

Guy-Manuel didn’t know what to say as he saw him standing in the light of his bedside lamp, Thomas, the way he had known him for years. Acting on impulse, he stood on his toes, put his hands on his cheeks and kissed his lips, without control or the shyness that had always ruined things for him. Thomas liked it, he could tell, and before he knew it, they had fallen on his bed and Thomas was busy getting Manuel’s pants off. Manuel’s breath sped up. He wasn’t sure he wanted this. Thomas was still high, he guessed, because he looked as though he had no idea what was happening around him. How did he get out of this situation? He tried to get away from underneath Thomas, but he was pretty heavy with his entire weight lying on him. He tried to push him away softly, mumbled his name, but Thomas ignored him completely. Guy-Manuel closed his eyes, waiting for a moment when Thomas would move so he could get away.
Nothing happened. Thomas only seemed to become heavier. What was he doing?
Guy-Manuel peeked through his eyelids. Thomas was on top of him, sleeping. Manuel rolled his eyes, but couldn’t help smiling. He pushed him off of him without waking him up, threw a blanket over him, and after changing into a shirt and jogging pants, he crawled in his bed, next to him. He was warm, and his face looked childish and peaceful. Guy-Manuel grinned as he switched off the lights, and laughed out loud for a minute. Would he tell him what he had done tomorrow?
Maybe it would be better to keep it all a secret...

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