Jonah was still standing there in front of TJ, who was sitting on Jonah's bed. Not knowing what else to do, TJ removed his own shirt.
"Sit next to me," TJ beckoned.
Jonah did as he asked, then they looked at each other.
"I know I talk a big game, but, it's like, now that I actually have the opportunity to do stuff with you, I don't really know how to begin," explained TJ, laughing at himself a bit.
"Yeah, I know what you mean. It's easy for me to sit here and tell you to do whatever you want, but on the inside I'm nervous as heck." Jonah thought, for a moment. "I'll be right back."
Jonah unlocked and opened his bedroom door, then jogged downstairs. Within about a minute, he had returned, with something under his shirt.
"What the heck is that?" asked TJ.
Jonah pulled a large, half-empty bottle of vodka from under his shirt.
"Liquid courage," Jonah presented.
"I've had alcohol before, but never vodka. My friend said it's disgusting. Where'd you get that?" asked TJ.
"Parents' liquor cabinet: the same place all kids get alcohol." Jonah opened the bottle. "One of my friends said all you have to do is drink any alcohol for 8 seconds straight, and you'll become drunk within, like, 10 minutes."
"Let'd do it," TJ said.
He grabbed the bottle from Jonah, then began to guzzle it, moving his other hand each time he counted a second, until he'd reached 8 seconds.
"TJ!" Jonah took the bottle from him. "Dude, you're gonna die. You were drinking so much. I didn't say you had to pour it down your throat like that. All you had to do was drink it like a normal person for 8 seconds."
"Since when have I done anything like a normal person? I'm an asshole. This is what I do." TJ fell back onto the bed and looked at the ceiling, feeling a little lightheaded. "That was the most disgusting thing I've ever tasted. It took all I had not to projectile vomit."
"You're gonna be wasted, I think, man. I'm gonna have to take care of you like you're a baby. I'm not even gonna drink any, now, 'cause I'm probably gonna need full use of my brain to deal with you."
"I still can't believe how bad that tasted."
TJ was still staring at the ceiling.
"Just lay in the bed the right way. I'm gonna turn on the TV. I don't need you moving around and throwing up. Just watch TV, because I'm not good with gross stuff."
TJ did as Jonah asked.
"I feel sick, but not drunk," said TJ.
"You probably feel sick from drinking so much so fast. I'm sure you'll feel both, soon enough."
Jonah was right, because about 7 minutes later, TJ started to act weird while they were watching TV.
"Cuddle with me," TJ requested.
"What? No. What if you throw up?"
"I won't. I promise."
"I'd rather not risk it."
"Aww, but I wanna fuck you. You're not gonna let me, now?"
"Uh, I don't know about that. I think you're drunk."
"Come on. Please?"
"Wow, alcohol really is liquid courage. You're way more confident than you were earlier. Honestly, though, I think I was just kinda high off life, from when we broke into the school. That's probably why I was being all freaky."
"No, don't blame it on that. You want my dick, and you know it."
"Wow, you are definitely drunk, dude."
TJ and Jonah were sitting side-by-side in the bed. TJ ran his fingers through Jonah's hair, then stuck his hand under Jonah's shirt and ran it up and down his smooth stomach and chest. Jonah looked a little uncomfortable. TJ kissed his neck, then moved a bit higher to place a kiss on his cheek, before gently grabbing Jonah's face, to turn it toward his and place a kiss on his lips.
"Having fun?" asked Jonah jokingly.
"I could be having more fun."
TJ unzipped his jeans, grabbed Jonah's hand, then guided it into his pants.
"Ah, gross. It's hard," Jonah noted, laughing. "How long do I have to keep my hand on it?"
Instead of a reply, Jonah heard a single snore, which was when he noticed that TJ had actually fallen asleep.
"Wow. Figures," said Jonah to himself.
