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“You showed him, didn’t you,” he said, punching Robbie’s arm weakly.

“But I didn’t,” Robbie said, sending Toby a mournful look and rubbing his arm where Toby had hit it. “I have no ambition. I just want to make mugs and teach people. What a....”

“Joke?” Toby suggested.

Robbie stared hard at him.

Toby’s heart gave a sudden, sentimental lurch. “There’s nothing wrong with that,” he said, putting his hand on Robbie’s thigh. “Teachers are wonderful. I would probably be on the streets or in jail somewhere if it hadn’t been for my teachers seeing my potential and helping me reach it. I think you’re wonderful to teach.”

Robbie let out a breath, but instead of drifting off, his gaze focused suddenly on Toby’s lips, or probably his lip ring.

“I liked kissing you,” he said, his voice dropping a few tones.

Toby swallowed, wishing he was half as drunk as he was. He felt like a decision was coming, and he wished he was?—

“I want to kiss you again,” Robbie said.

Before Toby could think of the best way to handle things, Robbie reached for him, hooking his hand around the back of his neck. Toby felt himself drawn firmly forward, and the next second, Robbie’s mouth came crashing down over his.

It was sloppy and hot, but for some mad reason, Toby loved it. He kissed Robbie back without hesitation, reaching for his shirt and grabbing two handfuls to pull him forward. Robbiegroaned and shifted the angle of his kiss, thrusting his tongue into Toby’s mouth. Toby met it eagerly, sucking and teasing it.

It went downhill from there fast. He tugged at the hem of Robbie’s shirt, lifting it up over Robbie’s heavy limbs and breaking their kiss as he did. Robbie came at him in return, loosening his tie and pulling it off between kisses, then fumbling through the buttons of his shirt. Toby undid the buttons at his cuffs while trying to get Robbie’s tongue back in his mouth, and when the last button was undone, he wriggled out of his shirt entirely, then pushed Robbie to his back on the bed.

Robbie made a warm, hazy sound of approval and searched for the fastenings of Toby’s trousers as Toby crawled on top of him.

“This is a bad idea,” he said between breathless kisses, stroking his hands up Robbie’s sides.

Robbie made a sound of agreement as he abandoned Toby’s trousers to brush his hands up his belly and chest. He then let out a cry when their mouths were crammed together as his fingers reached and fondled Toby’s nipple piercings.

“Yeah, they’re cool,” Toby managed to say before going in for more.

They kissed again, panting, moaning, and groping, though neither of them seemed to have enough coordination to do more than fumble with the buttons of each other’s trousers. It was still hot, and even though a little voice in the back of Toby’s head said they were just drunk enough that they would either shoot off too soon or not be able to get it up at all, he loved it.

“I want you,” he gasped as he took a break from kissing to lick his way down Robbie’s neck and nibble his shoulder. “I’m on PrEP and I usually top, but I’m open to anything. I kind of like the idea of you fucking me, too.”

Robbie tried to say something, but it came out as a strangled gasp once Toby finally made his way through Robbie’s jeans enough to slip his hand in and fondle his balls.

Robbie moaned and pushed up into his hand, but just as Toby was really getting into it, Robbie’s groan took on an entirely different feeling.

“I’m gonna be sick,” he managed, then pushed frantically at Toby.

Toby rolled to the side as fast as he could, flopping to his back.

Robbie shoved himself off the bed and stumbled into the bathroom. A moment later, the sound of retching echoed from behind the half-closed door.

That shocked sense into Toby. He closed his eyes and pressed his hands into his face. His erection still pressed hard against his trousers. He hadn’t even gotten far enough to bring it out yet.

Robbie retched again, and Toby couldn’t help but laugh, as bad as he felt. Tonight was not the night. Maybe they shouldn’t have even tried. Maybe, as much as he wanted Robbie he should just walk away from the whole thing and spare both of them any further embarrassment.

ELEVEN

The first thingthat hit Robbie’s mind when he achieved consciousness the next morning was that he wished he hadn’t. Consciousness was not a good idea in his current state. His head throbbed, his body was sore, and he had the more horrible taste in his mouth. It was a horrible way to wake up.

The next thing that hit him was that even though he was in bed, he still wore jeans from the day before, though for some reason, his socks had come off. His shirt hung off the corner of the bed. He was flopped face down in the hotel bed, drooling on the unfortunate pillow.

It took a monumental amount of effort to push himself up enough to roll over to his side. That gesture did not produce the results he’d anticipated. Instead of making him more comfortable and helping him slip back into a blissful state of blackness, it only highlighted the throbbing in his head and the heaviness of his limbs. Not to mention the tightness in his stomach from where his muscles had clenched so hard while he’d vomited up what felt like the entire pub into the hotel toilet.

He groaned and dragged an arm up to cover his eyes. The room was quiet and darker than it could have been with thecurtains closed, but hotel curtains never really kept all the light out. Even the slivers of light around the edges were too much.

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