Seth swayed as he sat at the barstool, his glazy eyes looking over at Dean as they slammed another shot back on the marble counter top. Dean wasn't feeling a thing and it was probably their 9th shot of jack, Seth on the other hand was past tipsy.

"You wanted this, lightweight." Dean laughed, "Another round!"
"This is what, your ninth shot Seth?" Roman chuckled, sipping his beer down.
"Shut up," Seth slurred reaching for the next shot being poured.

By now, Seth was just pouring them down his throat. He didn't feel the burn, he was numb inside out. He slammed his shot down before Dean did and threw his hands up in the air, "I done it!".
Dean laughed and ordered a beer; Seth did actually slam and shot before him. Dean watched as the bartender cracked the metal piece off of the tall glass and slid it to him. Dean was barely feeling buzzed, he was use to drinking himself silly. It wasn't long before Seth reached for Dean's shoulder and started singing along with the jukebox playing loudly. Dean choked on his beer almost as he realized what song was playing, "Slave 4 U" by Britney Spears; Seth knew every word.

"Dean," Seth patted his shoulder, "Go with me to the bathroom? I..I's just can't find my feet."
"C'mon." Dean laughed, letting the lightweight drape his arm around his shoulder as they walked.

Once they were in the bathroom, Seth reached out and locked the door. Dean looked back at Seth from his position at the urinal.

"What'd you lock the door for?" Dean asked, still looking back at the drunk man.

Seth, with a wicked smile upon his face, stumbled up behind Dean; laying his head at the base of Dean's neck as his arms wrapped around Dean's waist and his hands reached out to grab at his cock. Dean was a little taken back by his actions, but didn't stop the younger man as he held his cock firmly.

"Fuck me," Seth whispered, pressing his lips up against Dean's ear, "Please?"
"Seth, you're drunk." Dean sighed.
"Well no shit, cap'n obvious!" Seth rolled his eyes, "But I meant it…fuck me."
"Seth-" Dean was cut off by Seth's lips attacking his own.

Seth spat in his hand before he started stroking Dean's hardening cock; he didn't stop until Dean was completely hard. Seth didn't stop his rough assault on Dean's lips either; the force behind his kiss was almost bruising to Dean's. As their tongues danced, Dean reached between the two and quickly undone Seth's pants before pushing them down.
Seth wasted no time as he quickly turned around and bent over; Dean wasted no time before pushing into Seth's warm tight confinement, either. Dean roughly bucked his hips into Seth's the drunken man almost screaming out Dean's name in acceptance as Dean reached around Seth and stroked him in time with his thrusts. Dean knew he wasn't going to last much longer but to his surprise, Seth filled his hand quickly. Dean smiled to himself as he licked his hand clean; the taste of Seth in his mouth was pure heaven. He thrust his hips only a few more times before his release filled Seth and he fought to keep his breathing under control.
Seth stood up drunkenly and turned around as he pressed his lips softly to Dean's.

"I think I'm ready to go home now," Seth nodded, laying his head against Dean's shoulder.
"Don't you dare pass out on me," Dean laughed.