I'm so sorry that I can't write faster. Too much to do. But I hope you enjoy this chapter though. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was really hard for me not to lose control over myself. All I wanted to do was to throw Justin at the bed and fuck him till he screamed. But I was not sure if he really wanted this or if it was only the alcohol that made him so horny. I didn’t want him to regret anything the next morning. Besides, as drunken as he was, he wouldn’t remember the pleasure that I could give him. And that would be a shame! Well, I knew that I was not very modest, but there was no reason for it. I just knew that I was a fantastic lover! Everybody told me so. So it was important to me that Justin would remember our first night together. But he didn’t make it easy for me to resist. Really, I almost felt like an hero because I could suppress my animalistic instincts. Justin, this little fucker, almost ripped my clothes off here in the hotel lobby. Some people already snickered at us, but I only showed them my beautiful tongue. Somehow I managed to drag Blondie into our room before I lost my clothes. I had hardly closed the door behind us when he yelled “I feel sick, so sick.” I still had time to jump away. So he missed me, but he vomited all over his shirt. God, what a mess! I grimaced with disgust, but went to the bathroom and picked up a wet washcloth. All those things that I did for this kid! Sighs. I wouldn’t do them for everybody, that‘s for sure! Justin’s POV I woke up in the early morning, a bit disorientated at first. God, my head hurt as if somebody was hitting it with a hammer. Uh. That reminded me that I had drunken A BIT too much yesterday. I couldn’t remember though who brought me to bed. At this moment I heard some strange noises and then I noticed Brian snoring next to me. Oh no, not him! I didn’t deserve this embarrassment!! But this was nothing in comparison to the horror I noticed after it. I was stark naked! Oh shit. And how it seemed Brian didn’t wear much more. I looked under his blanket. (Hey, just to be on the safe side!) And yes, he was in his birthday clothes as well. Oh fuck, oh fuck! What had we done last night?! Could it be that we slept together? My heart beat wildly when I looked around in the room, in the dustbin and put my head even under the bed. I didn’t see any used condoms. I sighed with relief, but then I remembered that this didn’t have to mean anything. What if we just didn’t use some? Thanks god that I couldn’t get pregnant. But on the other side, Brian had slept with so many guys already, who knows if he didn’t have any diseases? Oh god, oh god, how could I have been so stupid? I would never touch a drop of alcohol again! I just wanted to jump up, put some clothes on and run to a doctor. Okay, it was a bit soon, but I was in panic here! In this moment Brian woke up though. He grinned and slung an arm around me, holding me fast. “Hey, did you sleep well?” He dared to ask me. This Bastard! How could he pretend nothing happened?! “Let me go! I hate you! How could you do that to me?!” I hissed and struggled with freeing myself. But Brian only held me faster. “What are you talking about?” He whispered into my ear. Gee, as if he didn’t know! “You took advantage of my drunken state and fucked me raw! How could you do that, you bastard? I have been defenseless!” “So, how much do you remember from our fuck?” He chuckled, and that made me incredibly furious. “Nothing! Absolutely nothing! It must have been terrible!” I hoped to hurt him with these words. (I knew that he considered himself a sex gift to the gay population) But he even giggled louder. “Exactly.” His voice was like velvet and I stopped moving because I was completely confused now. He confessed that he was bad in bed? Oh god, maybe he was really sick and had to die soon or something. So he thought he had to tell me the truth now? Okay, or maybe I still had too much residual alcohol in my blood. “Well, you don’t remember me fucking you, simply because I DID NOT fuck you. My god, Jus, do you really think I was such a pig?” “But I’m naked. And you are naked too.” I protested. Now I suddenly didn’t want it to be true that we didn’t fuck. God, I really must be still drunken! My voice must have sounded somewhat disappointed though and he noticed that. Fucker! “Hey, I can promise you that you would remember it if I fucked you. And you would enjoy it without any alcohol, drugs or stuff. You are just nude because you vomited all over your shirt and pants and I didn’t want to let you sleep in your dirty clothes.” “Oh.” I didn’t know what else to say. I felt pretty stupid now. “As I said, you would remember every detail of our fuck. And I’ll prove it to you now.” He suddenly whispered and then one of his hands began to sensually stroke my chest while the other hand grasped my cock. Oh god.