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I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been this shitfaced.

Probably college.

“I booked us all a block at the Renaissance across the street,” Drew said, his voice much clearer than anyone else in our party.

“What?” I asked, trying to make sense of my surroundings. My gaze settled on Eric, who was on the dance floor, dancing on his own in the middle of the crowd. Aaron, Lane, Henry, Grayson, and Taylor were all strewn about the floor and bar. I had noidea what time it was, but the place was still thick with patrons, and strippers dressed in tight black latex outfits that were strategically cut out in all the right places.

“Tell them you’re with Drew Axel. They’ll hook you two up with a room.”

I looked at him for a moment, his face slightly doubled.

“I’m so fucking drunk right now,” I said, not giving a shit if I sounded like an idiot.

Drew laughed, shaking his head.

“I know, buddy. You’re not the only one.” He chuckled, clapping me on the shoulder.

“You?” I asked.

Drew shook his head as Taylor came to sit next to him.

“Not me. I’m the DD,” he said as Taylor kissed him, stealing his attention for a moment. “Though I gotta say, your brother made it seem like you’d be the responsible one,” he said with a laugh, wrapping his arm around his boyfriend. “But even the good guys need to go a little bad sometimes. Right, baby?” he cooed, placing a quick kiss on his boyfriend’s lips.

Seeing them so comfortable with one another, soin love, made me jealous. But it also made me hopeful.

“I am re... re.. responsa-bb-le.” I tried to say the words, but my wires were crossed, and it came out rather unintelligent.

Eric sauntered over toward us, his dark hair slick from the sweat of dancing as he leaned over, extending a hand to help me up.

“Drew says we should go hotel,” I said, trying to make sense of my words.

“What?” Eric said. The music was loud, so I yelled what I’d said.

“Renaissance. Front desk, tell them Drew Axel Party,” Drew’s words echoed around us as I let Eric pull me off the leather couch. I stumbled into his arms, nearly knocking him over, but he held me steady.

My legs felt like Jell-O, and he smelled like sweat, liquor, and cedar cologne.

He smelled like pure sex, and my cock more than agreed.

“Yeah, okay,” Eric said as he wrapped his arm around my waist. I liked how it felt there. “Probably not a bad idea...”

I leaned down, placing a kiss on his neck, like Taylor had done only moments ago to his boyfriend.

Boyfriend...

Eric grunted a sound that went straight to my cock, my hands trailing over his chest. The thumping bass of the club echoed with my heartbeat, and I ground my cock against him.

“Uber’s here,” Eric said, his voice deep, gravelly.

“Okay,” I whispered huskily as he steadied me.

“We’ll walk you out,” Drew said, leading the way.

The lights, the sounds, all of it was dizzying as we made our way through the crowds, outside to the black SUV waiting for us. Eric and I tumbled in the backseat as Drew closed the door.

My lips were on Eric’s in a matter of seconds as I pulled him closer, into my lap. His kiss was wet and loose as his lips traveled over mine, along my jaw. My cock throbbed in my tight pants, and the need to take off my jeans and briefs was overwhelming.

“We’re here,” Eric slurred as the car came to a stop.

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