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A/N: Thanks to all of you that reviewed. I'm continuing because I've been dying to write out this chapter. I hope you all enjoy!

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Let's Do This

Collins woke up with a groan, hearing the clanking in one of the other rooms. He got up and rubbed his eyes, looking around. Shit. Roger. Where the fuck is he? Collins made his way out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. "Aw fuck Roger, what are you doing?" He asked, looking the blonde over with a annoyed expression on his face.

Roger laughed from his spot in front of Collins' liquor cabinet. "You have some damn good stuff in here." He replied, pulling out another bottle to add to his collection on the floor. "I wanted some." Collins groaned again, going over to Roger and collecting the bottles from him. "There's no way in hell you are drinking any more." He said sternly, looking at the mess of what looked like empty bottles.

Roger looked up and pouted. "Aw come on Collins, I just wanted a little more…" He muttered, crossing his arms over his chest. Collins shook his head and put everything away, pulling Roger to his feet. Roger immediately stumbled, grabbing onto Collins' arm for support. Collins sighed. "You're so stupid." He said to him, leading him back to the bedroom. "Now you're going to bed so I don't have to deal with you being drunk."

Roger flopped back onto the bed. "Stay." He commanded, not letting go of Collins' arm. Collins gave Roger a look, lying down next to him carefully. Roger nodded, looking Collins over, which caused him to blush. "Why are you blushing?" Roger asked with a slight slur, placing his hand on the center of Collins' chest. Collins groaned inwardly, looking up at him. "I-I'm not…" He stammered. "You're imagining things."

Roger pursed his lips at him, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah, right. I'm not that drunk." He said with a laugh, pressing down on his friends chest. Collins felt his stomach clench for a moment before he pushed Roger's hand off, rolling away so his back was facing him. Roger stared at his back for a moment before scooting closer, closing the gap between them once again.

"Roger stop." Collins muttered, feeling lips press against the back of his neck. "You're drunk. This isn't right." Roger didn't say anything, continuing to kiss the back of Collins' neck. Collins groaned. "Fuck Roger, why are you doing this?"

Roger wrapped his arms around Collins' waist, pulling away and pressing his lips against his ear. "Maybe I'm not as drunk as you think I am…" He murmured, blowing into his ear lightly. "Maybe I want this." Collins felt his heart nearly explode in his chest at Roger's words. "Roger…" He said quietly, ignoring the warning bells going off in his head. "Are you sure?"

"Collins, stop asking questions. I want to fuck. You are going to fuck me. I know you want to. So let's just do it." He said, scratching Collins' stomach. Collins rolled over, facing him. "Roger..." He breathed, reaching out to touch his face. Roger smiled at him, moving in closer and touching his lips to his for a moment before pulling away. Collins blushed furiously, chewing on his lip as he felt Roger start to unbutton his pants. "Don't be so shy." Roger said with a laugh. "This is gonna be fun."

Collins nodded slightly with a smile, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. "Let's do this." He murmured, tugging on the bottom of Rogers T-shirt. Roger smiled and let him pull it off, sighing as Collins kissed his chest. "Yeah…" Roger agreed with a smile. "Let's do this."

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A/N: Alright, this is chapter two. Yay. Review for me lovies.