"Urgh!" Charley shouted, kicking the door angrily. "Why wont this thing open!"
Peter, who was sitting on the floor against the back wall, rolled his eyes and took another huge gulp of his mixed drink. "It's not going to budge, Charley. Believe me." Peter gave a small smirk at the memory but then quickly turned his attention back to his almost empty drink. He took another gulp before continuing, his voice slurring a bit "Just give it up alright, you're starting to give me a headache." he groaned and rubbed his head with his free hand as Charley made another loud noise.
Charley gave the door one last kick before joining Peter with his back against the wall. "Why do I ever listen to the things you say. Everything is your fault." he grumbled, his head hitting the back of the wall with a quiet thunk.
More concentrated on his drink, Peter was about to take another swig from the bottle when it was grabbed out of his hand and emptied into Charley's mouth. "Oi! I was going to fucking drink that." he yelled, grabbing the bottle back and trying to get the remaining drops that Charley didn't get. When he was sure there was none left, he put the bottle between his barely covered legs - thanks to the black silk robe he currently had on - and pouted at it as if it would sense his disappointment and fill itself back up again.
Charley had never been much of a drinker, he usually found the stuff revolting but being stuck in a room for who knows how much longer with Peter Vincent, he would definitely need a drink. He leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes, already feeling the effects. "What was in that?" he asked and turned his head to look at Peter.
"A little bit of this and that." he shrugged "Why, did you like it? Moving on up from your Shirley Temple, I see?" the older man laughed to his own snaky response.
Charley looked at the profile of the man. He'd noticed it before but Peter was gorgeous. That cute British accent and that perfect head of hair was enough to make any man feel a stirring even if he was straight as a ruler.
His eyes fell to the bottle between the illusionists leg and he licked his lips. Not thinking clearly, thanks to Peter's drink, he reached for the bottle and wrapped his hand around it.
"There's none left, you -" Peter started to say but his voice drifted off as he watched Charley's hand start to slowly move up and down on it. He blinked, taken aback by the sudden sexual turn of events, and turned his head to look at Charley who had now moved closer. Peter instantly felt his body start to respond as the picture of his cock replacing the bottle filled his head. "Fuck, Charley. What are you doing."
Charley smirked and stopped moving his hand, as if he was teasing Peter, wanting him to beg to feel his hand moving up and down on his arousal.
They just stared at each other, both of their eyes blown as lust and alcohol clouded their judgment. Charley was the first to break, his eyes drifted down to Peters lips then back up again. The hand started to move but this time towards Peter's groin. When he felt the hand on his cock something in him snapped.
"Bugger." he swore under his breathe and crashed the younger boys lips to his.