"Cheers!"
I could hear Chris on the other side of the bar doing shots of tequila with his new found (male) admirers. Chris and I never really went drinking together, but when we did, I was usually the first one to get hammered. Just go home, Darren. You're too tired, you're to-
Before I could finish my lethargic thought, I heard a familiar tone call my name.
"Darren!" I turned around to see Chris grinning amusingly and holding out a small glass filled with a bronze liquid. Even in a disoriented state, he managed to keep his shining, thick hair completely poised. I could barely hear his exquisite voice over the booming Dubstep, and his porcelain skin was almost not visible while the fog machines blasted and laser lights whooshed through the air.
"No thanks, Chris! Not really in the mood for shots tonight!" Wow, why on earth do you look so handsome right now? I unknowingly began to gaze at Chris in a way I never knew possible. Those eyes... so deep... They were a blazing ultramarine that were lined superbly with charcoal eyelashes that amplified their allurement. My eyes wandered up and down his entire, adorable physique. It was as though I was really seeing him for the very first time. He was wearing a black button-up vest on top of a white collared shirt. I wonder how long it would take to unbutton that vest... The skin that he did show was immaculately pale, and so very enticing. His endless legs were covered in black, plaid pants that hugged Chris' skin unimaginably well. His converse were thoroughly city worn and exceptionally charming. I made my way back up his delicate form, past his marvelous torso, past his utterly sublime collar bone, and finally landed on the most alluring part of Chris yet... his lips. So perfect... Their shade was of a newly blossomed rose and their shape was far more tempting than any girl's lips I had ever seen. Just so perfect... Just so kissable...
"Oh, C'mon, Darren! Just one shot!" I quickly snapped out of the (highly inappropriate) fantasy I was having. You're straight, Darren...
"Chris! Where'd you go? Let's dance, come on!" The men that had previously been mooning over Chris wanted him back. My time was up.
"One second!" He quickly glanced over at me. Shivers shot up my spine, my heart began to race, I could feel a lump in my throat begin to grow. What are you doing! Say something, you idiot!
"Suit yourself," Chris downed the shot, and then proceeded to lick his lips of any remaining tequila. That was... so sexy...
"Have fun, Ya' Pansy!" He then rejoined his group of "friends" and began to twirl about in a drunken frenzy (otherwise known as dancing when you're hammered). Every move of his body was so intoxicating. It's just the alcohol speaking, Darren... This isn't who you are... I watched as Chris was admired by all who surrounded him, and a feeling that was (thankfully) more recognizable overwhelmed me... jealousy. The resentment I felt began to slowly spread to the point of being unbearable. Get away from him, he's mine... One particularly courageous girl attempted to give Chris her number. He politely dismissed her and carried on his dancing. I chuckled as she bolted out of the club in pure embarrassment. As I looked over at him again, he stared right back at me and smirked. My jealousy began to turn into something different. It turned into a longing... for Chris. To hold him, to protect him, to cuddle, to know all of his secrets, to kiss, to-to explore and experience him in every way possible. I think I love hi-
"Darren!" Chris was standing right next to me when he yelled my name. I leapt out my bar stool in surprise and nearly decapitated the muscular, tattooed biker sitting next to me.
"I was wondering if you could take me home! I think I've partied a little too hard tonight!" He then did an extremely adorable puppy-dog face. Don't mess this up, Darren... There were so many thoughts going through my head at once that I could barely focus long enough to answer his question. His hair is still perfect, after all that whirling...
"Of-of course!" I finally yelled. "Of course I will!"
"Why thank-you, Darren! Now carry me." I could see the muscular biker beside me slowly raise one eyebrow and glare questioningly at me as if he was inquiring if he had heard that statement correctly. I shared in his disbelief.
"What? You-you want me to carry you? All the way to the car?" Truthfully, there was nothing more I would have preferred to do in that moment than scooping up Chris in my arms and informing him of all the emotions and the urges I had just encountered in the past hour.
"I am clearly drunker than I thought humanly possible, and right now, it's taking all of my strength to just stay planted in this one spot." He stumbled a bit when he pointed down at where he was standing. For some reason, his whimsicality was enhanced by this intoxicated manner.
"Alright, well grab my shoulders," Chris quickly complied, clutching me as if the ground was caving in. This caused me to blush immediately. Before he could notice, I grabbed the back of his legs and proceeded by whisking him out of the club. (It was almost unnatural how amused the biker was of this) Someone was kind enough to open the door for us, though they giggled as we walked past them. The air of the night was crisp and cool compared to the dingy club air we had been breathing all night. You're holding him... He's letting you hold him... Is this really happening? I slowly looked down to find Chris lovingly gazing back at me, almost causing me to drop him all together.
"What?" I finally said in a half playful voice.
"...Has anyone ever told you that you have the most beautiful eyebrows in the whole galaxy?" His words were especially slurred because of his lisp, but the sentiment remained. We reached the car just before he had asked me this cleverly delightful question. I slowly propped him against the car door to find my keys, when suddenly he forcefully grabbed my jacket. For some reason, it looked as though he were about to cry. We were practically kissing distance away when he asked me another question, "What would you do if I-" Before he could take his next breath, my lips were on his. My fingers ran through his gorgeous, thick hair as he pulled me closer to him. When I moved my hands down to his porcelain chest he made a noise that was the single most sexy and arousing thing I've ever heard. His lips were so unbelievingly soft. He slowly began taking off my jacket.
"You can do whatever you want with me right now, right here." He grabbed the keys out of my jacket pocket, unlocked the car door, and pulled me in on top of him. No! Not like this... Not while we're both drunk... But I want him so bad...