Hi everyone! This isn't my first fic in a few years so I hope you like it. I would love to hear what you think so review if you would like! I'm warning you here- this is a mature fic and contains slash, meaning homosexual content. If you don't like it, don't read it!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Big Bang Theory and no copyright infringement is intended.

It was Saturday night. There was nothing special about that; Friday was the day before it and tomorrow it would be Sunday. The setting: a bar. Business was slow that particular evening. Most of the women that had been there earlier had left and prospects were low for the two men sitting at the bar, each holding a drink that was just one of many that evening. The first man, skinny and pale, was staring at the counter, focusing on something. Whatever the thought was, it was slipping away from the man's grasp, his mind slightly muddled from the alcohol. The second man was had a much darker complexion. Like his friend, he was staring at the bar counter. He was whispering a song of sorts, although the exact tune could not be determined. The darker man let out a frustrated sigh.

"Why don't women love us?" he mused. The other man blinked. He took a sip of his drink, which was something with soda, the exact mixture forgotten. He glanced around the room, his eyes lingering on a couple sitting at a table. The woman was gorgeous; her blond hair fell in a rich cascade of curls around her shoulders. She was wearing a bit too much makeup, but she was gorgeous nonetheless. Her date, a man with a very important air about him, was gazing into her eyes lovingly. It made the skinny man scowl.

"Because we aren't like him." he answered. The two men went back to staring at the counter for quite some time. This night had become especially dull, and just as unpromising as all the nights they had spent before this. Neither man would be bringing home a woman that night. It's probably for the best, thought the pale man, mom would scare off any woman I brought home. He shuddered at the thought of his own mother. The woman was about as friendly as a hornet.

"Thinking about your mother again, Howard?" the darker man asked. Howard looked at his friend and merely nodded. "You always shudder when she crosses your mind. It's cute," his friend added. Howard looked away, hating how all conversation seemed to be focused on his mother tonight. He surely couldn't escape her at home and it seemed that she followed him wherever he went, like a haunting spirit. She was the only woman that would ever be in his life. Howard glanced at his watch, it was one thirty. He would have to get going soon, his mother didn't like him to be out too late. Besides, this night wasn't going anywhere.

"Raj, I should get going," Howard began to say but was cut off by his friend.

"You're leaving me? But it's only one thirty! The night is young my friend!" he whined. Raj tried to take another sip of his drink but discovered that his cup was empty. He was about to order another drink when he saw that Howard was paying his tab.

"Mom's going to get mad at me if I get home after two." explained Howard. Raj sighed.

"She's always mad at you." The truth of the statement stung. Howard stood up and pushed his stool back under the bar counter. Raj tried to do the same, but stumbled as he stood up and had to grab onto the bar for support. Howard helped his friend stand up and made sure that he remembered to pay for his drinks. "I'll get you home Raj, then I have to go home. I'm tired."

They had went to a bar that was close to Raj's apartment so both men walked back. Raj stumbled throughout the walk home and it had been Howard's job to make sure he did not fall flat on his face. The man was happily drunk that night. Finally, Howard managed to get his friend into his apartment. Raj stumbled over to his couch and laid down, sprawling across the entire couch. His key fell out of his hand and onto the floor. Sighing, Howard bent over and picked it up, placing it on the table. He sat down by his friend, fitting easily in the small space left.

"Hello Howard," Raj mumbled. Howard sighed. "Hi Raj."

"How are you?"

"I'm good."

Raj cleared his throat. He raised an eyebrow at his friend as if expecting something.

"What?" Howard asked.

"Aren't you going to ask me how I am?"

"I know how you are. You're drunk." After hearing this comment, Raj let out a sigh of discontentment. Trying his best to stay balanced, he stood up. This was to be an ill-fated endeavor however, for as he took his first step, Raj felt himself falling. Howard stood up and tried to catch his friend. Gravity seemed to be working against both men that night and neither of them were able to stay standing. Tangled up in each other, they fell, thankfully landing on the couch. Howard tried to get up but was trapped; Raj had fallen on top of him.

"Raj, get off of me," he grumbled, trying to push the drunken man off of him. Raj lifted up his head and smiled, making no attempt to move whatsoever. Howard pushed Raj again, but it was no use, he couldn't lift the man off of him. It seemed that Raj got the hint, because he was sitting up now, straddling his friend. Raj looked down at Howard. His short hair was completely disheveled and a slight blush had crept across his face from struggling to get out from underneath his friend.

"Aww, you're blushing. Howard, that's cute," Raj purred. He reached down and ruffled Howard's hair which caused Howard to blush twice as badly. Raj giggled and laid down again, laying his head next to Howard's. One hand was running through Howard's hair while the other was placed on his chest. The man's heart was beating wildly. His eyes were wide, fixed on Raj.

"This is fun." Raj commented, worsening Howard's blush. Raj shifted positions so that he had more access to Howard's chest. He began to stroke the man's chest, running his fingers over every inch of skin he could touch. Raj's hands felt smooth and cool on Howard's skin, giving him goose bumps, more from the pleasure of being touched than from the cold.

"R-raj? What's going on?" Howard stuttered. Raj ignored the question and ran his hand down to bottom of Howard's shirt. He played with the edge for a while before slipping his hand underneath the fabric, casing Howard to shudder. His skin was smooth and warm. Raj ran his fingers over Howard's nipple, pinching it slightly. Howard hissed.

Raj looked at Howard. The man's eyes were even wider now. Letting go of what inhibitions the alcohol hadn't already taken away, Raj pressed his lips against Howard's. He tasted sweet. Howard pulled away quickly, his mouth hanging open. He tried to say something but Raj kissed him again. Howard tried to protest but between Raj's lips on his own and Raj's fingers playing with his nipple, he just couldn't. Every inch of skin Raj was touching was on fire. Howard gave in and kissed back, slipping his tongue iside Raj's mouth. The kisses were hesitant at first, but quickly grew more intense. Raj broke the kiss and began to nibble on Howard's ear, causing the man to moan. He left a trail of kisses down Howard's neck and stopped on the collarbone where he bit down hard. Howard shivered and held Raj tighter, arching his back upwards to get more contact with Raj's body. Raj noticed and smiled. Freeing his other hand from Howard's hair, he slid off his shirt and took off Howard's. Both boys gasped at the skin to skin contact and they hugged. Raj scooted up and let Howard kiss his neck. The lighter man bit and sucked at the skin hungrily. He kissed lower and lower until reaching Raj's nipple where he began to suck on it and caress it with his tongue. Raj let out a moan and began rock back and forth. His hands went lower and reached the top of Howard's jeans. He placed his hand on Howard's buldge and squeezed slightly, causing Howard's eyes to fly open. He began to rub it and Howard growing harder. After a few more minutes like this, Raj began to unzip Howard's pants. Soon, both men were in their boxers panting heavily. Raj tried to lie next to Howard but there was not enough room.

"My room." he said. Somehow, both men managed to get to Raj's room and into his bed. The stroked each other through their boxers and kissed. Howard had to bite his lip to keep from crying out when Raj slid his hand under the waistband and over his dick. Raj slid off Howard's boxers and stopped for a second, staring at the man laying naked next to him. Howard was nervous, he could tell. The man was shivering with pleasure as Raj resumed stroking his dick. Howard was letting out small whimpers arching his back upwards again to get as much contact with Raj as he could. While Howard had his eyes shut tight, Raj quickly bent downward and placed his lips on the head of Howard's dick. He kissed it lightly and Howard gasped and his eyes flew open.

"Raj! What-" Howard couldn't finish his sentence as waves of pleasure hit his body. Raj was licking every inch of his dick, occasionally taking the entire length in his mouth and sucking. Eventually, he settled into a steady rhythm.

"Raj!" Howard cried out. He dug his fingers into Raj's hair and bucked his hips as Raj continued to suck, humming and swirling his tongue across the head. Howard felt the familiar buildup- he wasn't going to last much longer. Sensing this, Raj began to pick up speed, sucking harder and faster. Howard couldn't take it anymore and came. Raj swallowed and sat up smiling. By now the Indian man was nearly harder than he had ever been. It was unbearable. He slid off his own boxers and motioned for Howard to stroke him. As Howard did this, Raj licked his fingers then reached a hand behind the man and placed one finger inside of his entrance. Howard froze.

"Keep going," Raj said; his voice heavy with want. Raj moaned as his friend began to stroke his dick again. He slid in another finger. After sliding in another he stopped, enjoying the feeling of Howard's hand stroking him.

"Howard," Raj said, "lay on your stomach." Confused, Howard stopped again. Raj slid his fingers out of Howard and sat up. His dick was pulsing with pleasure by now. "Please." This time Raj was begging. Howard complied. Raj positioned himself just above Howard's entrance. He bent down and kissed the top of Howard's head before sliding inside of him. Howard couldn't help but yell; half in pain and half in pleasure. Raj was still, letting Howard grow more comfortable before beginning to move in a slow rhythm. By now, Howard was hard again and Raj reached forward and began to stroke him as the thrust into the man. The pace quickened and Howard felt himself growing close again.

"Oh Howard!" Raj cried out, unable to hold it in any longer. Their rhythm was growing even faster; Howard felt precome dripping from his dick. The two men met for a sloppy kiss. Howard moaned. Raj shifted positions and hit Howard's prostate, making the man moan louder. Their motions grew less and less rhythmic as both men grew close to the end. They kissed again. Raj thrust into Howard again and brushed against his prostate for the second time. Howard cried out and came, dripping his come over Raj's hand. Raj lasted a second longer before coming inside of Howard with a moan.

Raj removed himself from Howard and laid down next to him. Both men stared at each other, not able to speak. They did this for what seemed like forever before Raj reached out and grasped Howard's hand. He ran his thumb across Howard's hand and squeezed it gently. Still dazed from the night's events, Howard found it difficult to sleep. He looked over at the man who was asleep next to him. It was nearly four o'clock now, there would be no going home tonight.

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