It was cold and rainy outside, and nobody wanted to go out. So the next best thing was to round up all the alcohol in the house and drink. And play.

The alcohol consisted of mostly beer, some mike's hard, a bottle of tequila rose (where the hell had THAT come from), a bottle of 99 bananas, and an almost empty bottle of vodka. I played it safe, just drinking beer, afraid that someone would find something to mix with the tequila rose.

Justin single-handedly finished off the vodka, then split the tequila rose with JC. Lance drank the mike's like it was going out of style, and occasionally pried the bottle of 99 bananas from Chris and took a drink.

On about the 43rd banana, Chris popped in a Prince CD, and danced around throwing fruit snacks and crackers around. Which would have been okay, had the CD just not been Prince. After humping Justin's leather coat, and giving a lap dance to JC, Chris unbuttoned the top buttons of his loud orange and yellow shirt and unbuckled his belt.

He stopped there, as the music faded, but in a snatch was rubbing up next to Lance with his shirt open. "Look at my nipple!" he demanded of Lance, and fondled himself. Lance nodded drunkenly, approvingly. Chris smiled and pecked him on the cheek before moving on to Justin.

"Justin! Look at my nipple!" Justin never saw the nipple, he ran into the bathroom to kneel before the porcelain throne.

Chris looked hurt for just a moment, before pouncing on JC. "BANZAI!!" he yelled and bounced JC off the bed. Chris peeked over the edge of the bed at JC. "Look at my nipple?"

"No thank you," JC said and rubbed the elbow he had landed on. He stood up and walked over to hide behind Lance.

I opened another beer, a brand I didn't like, but I wasn't about to partake in any of the 99 bananas, which had apparently, along with the throbbing sounds of Prince, had turned Chris into a hypersexual being.

Chris writhed on the bed, peeling off the rest of his shirt and tweaking his nipples with abandon. About the time he started rubbing his crotch, JC got up and announced he was going to go put Lance to bed, then get some shut-eye himself.

Chris sat up. "Hey! I'm not done here!"

JC rolled his eyes. "I'm sure Joey here will look at your nipples, but we are tired and drunk and would rather not watch you touch yourself."

"Yeah." Lance nodded, then slumped back against JC's side.

I glared death rays at JC as he waved at me, winked, and closed the door behind him.

Chris turned over on the bed and shook his ass at me as I stared at the door. When Chris saw I wasn't looking at him, he hopped off the bed and perched himself on the arm of my chair. "Hey Joe?"

Before I could say anything he laid back into my lap. His pants were unzipped about half way, threatening any moment to pop all the way open. My stomach did a flip, and I was glad I only drank beer the whole night.

"Look at my nipple." He said it low, not like the squeaky teasing tones he had used on the others. He grabbed my hand that was holding the beer, and dragged the cold bottle over his chest.

About now, I could have stopped him -- I could have laughed, and he would have laughed back, then he would roll off my lap and slide back into the bed and pass out. But my tongue got the better of me, and extended from my mouth to lick at my drying lips.

He took that as a sign that I was interested in his nipple and perhaps other lickable places, too. He reached up with a finger to my lips and pushed it in when I didn't resist. He played with my tongue as his other hand slid underneath my shirt.

He removed his finger and swirled it around his nipple. I dropped my beer. It made a loud breaking and splashing noise, but I was more interested in the light moans Chris was eliciting from himself.

I shifted in the chair and Chris grinned. How could he not feel what was poking into his lower back. He unzipped his pants the rest of the way and made a big to-do about wriggling out of them, making me grip his shoulder and the side of the chair.

He pulled my t-shirt up to my neck, and covered his mouth over one of my nipples. I nearly jolted him off the chair, but he clung to me, his balmy hands on my hips. I lifted the shirt over my head and bent down. I smelled the banana liquor on his breath and closed my mouth over his so I could taste it.

He only let go of me once, so I could get my own pants and boxers off, and so he could run into the bathroom and drape his over Justin's head. Poor kid. He was going to wake up with a nasty hangover, a kinked neck, and a pair of worn boxers in his face.

I, on the other hand, would wake up to Chris giving me a blowjob. I would tangle my fingers in the sheets and remember the night before -- Chris entering me, pushing up into me trying to reach my heart, touching it only when he whispered to me after we were through, even though nowadays I would say that he had always touched my heart, and that letting him do it from a different angle was just something that came later.

End.

Originally written as an *Mprov on 1/13/00, with the words BANZAI, fruit snacks, yellow, snatch, flip, bathtub, brand, leather coat.