“Finish that up, dude. There’s a clip on the coffee table if you need it.” Timmy followed them in from the kitchen with a glass of water and handed it to Colt. “I have some Tylenol. Let me grab it.”
“I am fine, Timothy. Don’t fuss over me. It was just… um… the thing with olives. Martinis.”
“There is B-12 too. I’ll get him one from the bedroom.” Mmm… the green made his eyes cross for half a second.
“Oh, the two of you,” he heard Kyle say as he ducked into his room.
“Take both of those and the whole glass of water, twinkle toes.”
Kyle sighed loudly. “Come sit with me, Timmy.”
“I don’t think so, pretty dancer. You’re spoken for, and I have a nice buzz on I’m going to go enjoy in my room.”
He winked at Timmy as they passed in the hallway. “How you doin’, boug?”
“I had a good night, just chillin’. How was the opening? Looks like you two had some fun.”
“It was amazing. I could watch that for a lifetime.” He’d loved all of it, except maybe meeting the folks. That had been on the suck side.
“Yeah, he’s got a hook for sure. I’m hittin’ the hay, dude. I’ll be out of your hair. Good night.” Timmy gave him a friendly slap to the shoulder and headed off for his room.
He wandered back to Kyle, vitamins in hand. “Take these, huh?”
“God, what now? I don’t need more pills.” Kyle took them anyway, though, and swallowed them down with the rest of his glass of water. “Happy?” Kyle gave him a flirty smile, softening the irritable words.
“I am.” He climbed onto Kyle’s lap. “Very. You?”
“Understatement. Ecstatic, elated, delirious, over the moon.” Kyle kissed him. Drunk Kyle kisses were almost better than sober ones in their abandon.
“Mmm. Like that word.” He rubbed Kyle’s temples with his thumbs and held on, the kisses dizzying.
Kyle nipped and tugged at his bottom lip and slid eager hands up under his shirt, going right for his nipples. “You taste a little green, lover.”
“You want a shotgun, cher?” Oh, hell yeah. He arched into the touch.
“No, baby. Don’t you know that old rhyme? Beer then grass, on your ass!” Kyle laughed and pushed his shirt up, replacing mischievous fingers with a clever tongue.
His eyes crossed, that deep buzz making him a little dizzy.
“You want to show me your room, baby? I should probably shower.”
“I do. You want company?” He could wash that long body, clean him up.
Kyle tickled his belly. “Your company? Always, always, always.”
“Mmm. Good. Come on.” He grabbed ahold of Kyle’s hands and hauled him up.
Kyle was not nearly as steady as it seemed on the couch and hadn’t sobered up at all. He stumbled along, carrying a lot of Kyle’s weight down the hall and into his room. “Oh, ’s big, huh? Gorgeous tall windows.”
“Yeah. I like it. There’s a view and a big bed and great acoustics.”
Kyle looked at him. “That’s my blues man. I love that you just said great acoustics. I love that you notice those things.” Kyle started stripping without regard for the windows and tossing his clothing on the bed. “Hot shower time.”
“You know it.” He got himself naked and then led Kyle to the bathroom, one arm around Kyle’s waist. No falling, after all.
“Oh, it’s kind of tight in here. We’re gonna have to get close, lover boy.” Kyle smiled and kissed him.
Such a problem that was. He chuckled and muscled right up, rubbing in the best way.