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John gulped his sixth shot of tequila and squeezed his eyes shut as the liquid burned down his throat. He bit into the lemon slice and flinched as the bitter juice punished his tongue. It was ten o'clock and he had yet to go back home. He really was not looking forward to it,not after seeing Samantha Orton in there.

He still could not wrap his mind around the fact that she was in his house. What did she want? She looked like she was in a very deep conversation with Randy. What were they talking about? He shook his head,trying to clear the haze caused by the alcohol and and the many unanswered questions.

"Hey, I thought you already left." He heard from behind and turned around and a drunken smile formed on his lips.

"Oh, hey Wade." He slurred.

"You're drunk, John." Wade said,his own words slurring.

"Yes I am, and so are you." John replied adjusting his cap, and Wade laughed.

"True, true but you more than me."

John chuckled dramatically. "Drunk is drunk Wade, doesn't matter who's more drunk than the other."

They drank more made loud drunk talk,laughing and patting each other's knees and thighs absentmindedly.

"You want to get out of here?" Wade drawled drunkenly.

"Hmh. Yeah. Just one quick message and we'll leave." John said and pulled out his phone. He took long writing the message because his eyes could not make out the letters quickly and his mind could not register sharply, but he managed to complete it.

If you want to fuck that bitch, go ahead, but don't do it in my house. Oh, and I'm not coming home tonight. I'm safe and I'll talk to you tomorrow.

With that,he switched off the blackberry and flashed Wade a smile. "Ok, I'm done. Let's go."

Wade held his hand and they swayed,bumping against each other to the car where he had arranged for a driver to take them to his mansion at New Tampa.
...

Randy was starting to get worried, more like pissed. John should have been there over an hour ago. He took his phone and just as he was about to hit the speed dial, a message came through. He read it and his face reddened and his lips thinned in rage. He called John's number but it went straight to voicemail.

"Fuck shit! Motherfucker!" Randy shouted as he stood up and kicked his still unpacked suitcase furiously.

"That stupid bitch! Fucking witch! She has to ruin every fucking thing for me!"

He paced the house,thinking of what to do. The GPS on John's phone was off and Randy could not track his car. He could only wait until the following day,so he left a voicemail, hoping and praying that John would switch on his phone at one point and listen to it.

Johnny, I'm not doing anything with her. She's out of our lives forever, baby. I broke up with her for good and she's gone. Please come back home. Don't go with that guy baby,please. If you can't come home tonight, don't do anything with him. I don't think I could handle it if you did. I love you so much.

He went upstairs and put on John's boxers and a wifebeater. He switched off the bed lamp and hugged the pillow that John used often, inhaling the intoxicating scent of the man he loved,the man that eluded him despite the fact that he was now free. He settled back and began counting the minutes.

He did not sleep a wink.
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John and Wade staggered up the front steps of Wade's house, stumbling and giggling drunkenly. Wade retrieved the key and tried the door for several minutes before it unlocked. He switched on the light and disabled the alarm, then pushed John in gently by the shoulders.

"Want a drink?" Wade asked walking into the mini bar and pulled out a tequila bottle and two tequila glasses. He poured a generous amount in both and handed one to John,then carried his glass and the whole bottle to the table and sat next to him.

"Why did you come back to the bar? I thought you had gone home." Wade asked.

"I did. I went home and found my boyfriend with his wife in there." John replied finishing his drink and gave Wade the glass, who refilled it and handed it back.

Wade felt a stab in his heart from knowing John had a boyfriend, but he ignored it."Why were they in your house? Don't they have their own?"

John shrugged. "They live in Missouri, but Randy had come to see me earlier today. He apparently had something to tell me but I was late for the party so I told him we would talk later."

John sighed and got off the sofa,his drink in hand, and leaned on the mini bar. Wade sat silently waiting for him to go on. He wanted to know John a little better and he thought this was as good a start as any.

"That was why I was miles away earlier. See,Randy and I broke up last week and I couldn't figure out why he was back here,or what he wanted to talk to me about. When I went back home, his wife was there and they looked like the were deep into a conversation."

Wade nodded,his heart beating a little faster. John did not have a boyfriend after all."What were they talking about?what did you do?"

John finished his drink and placed the glass on the bar counter then turned to face Wade.

"I have no idea what they were talking about but it looked intense. I know I should have gone inside and find out, but I chickened and raced away from there."

Wade nodded smiling a little picturing John speeding away like his life depended on it. "Do you think she's still in your house?"

John shrugged, his eyes filled with pain. "I don't know. She could be. I mean, where else would she go at that hour?"

Wade shook his head." She could be in a motel."

"No way. Bitch is too clingy. She has to be where Randy is as long as it's within her 's there I know it,and only God knows what they're doing right now."

John let out a pained moan and tears fell from his eyes. Alcohol was a major contributing factor to the depth of his emotions at that moment because he was soon weeping uncontrollably. Wade pulled him into his arms and held him as he let it all out.

A long time later,John looked up at Wade teary eyed and smiled. Wade smiled back and lowered his lips to John's. They kissed drunkenly in a sloppy manner and began caressing each other very intimately.

Wade pressed John against the counter and dropped kisses all over his face and neck as he rubbed John's bulge through the pants. It was unclear how they got into the bedroom because they found themselves on Wade's king size bed,naked and Wade's mouth on John's cock.

"Oh shit! Suck me harder." John moaned. It had been six days since had been touched, and that, with all the alcohol he had taken had tripled his sexual appetite.

Wade sucked John's cock as best as he could in his drunken state. He lifted John's hips higher and licked his pucker making John moan loudly. He put his fingers inside John's hole and prepped him quickly, scissoring then gave the loosened entrance one long lick, then put on a condom,lubed it up and slid into him.

"Oohh!" John moaned loudly.

"God, John!" Wade said as he began moving in and out of john,picking up speed with every thrust.

John moaned when he felt his nerves being caressed by Wade's huge cock."Faster Wade!"

Wade increased his pace,hammering into John erratically, a sign that his orgasm was near."Oh yeah! I'm feeling so good inside you John."

With every deep thrust,he pressed into John's prostate over and over bringing him into the brink of completion. "I'm close. Touch me Wade, please."

Wade took hold of John's cock and fisted it firmly and in quick pumps as he glided inside the hot slick hole.

"I'm cumming! Ohh yes!" John moaned and mumbled incoherently as he squirted on his abdomen,some of the creamy load landing on Wade's hand.

Wade managed a few more deep thrusts and he shot his load into the latex, John's name falling from his lips like it was fine silk.

Wade wiped them clean and took the flannel piece of cloth back into the bathroom. John had already fallen into an alcohol induced sleep by the time he came back from the bathroom.

Wade smiled and kissed his cheek,thinking that was the best sex he had ever had, drunk or not. He pulled covers on both of them and was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
...

John groaned and covered his eyes as the light shone on him from the bedroom window. He sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked around in disorientation.

He pulled back the blankets and looked at his naked form and frowned. Turning to the other side,he saw an equally naked still sleeping Wade and his heart stopped. Memories of the previous night came flooding into his mind. He jumped off the bed and gripped his pounding head.

"John,what's wrong?" Wade, who had been startled out of his sleep by the sudden movement, asked pulling his body into a sitting position.

"We slept together Wade. That's what's wrong." John said,stating the obvious.

Wade smiled, satiated. "Of course we slept together. What's wrong about that? It was the best night of my life John."

"This can't be happening! This is wrong! I have a boyfriend." John said as he looked around for his clothes, putting them on.

"Uh..ex boyfriend, John." Wade corrected as he got off the bed and pulled on his discarded boxers.

"I know! That still doesn't give me the permission to whore myself around." John huffed.

"So sleeping with me is whoring around." Wade asked, beginning to get annoyed.

John shrugged. "What do you call sleeping with someone you hardly know?"

"I call it getting to know someone better." Wade argued.

John was tired of arguing about it."Call it what you want, Wade. All I know is that I'm fucked. How am o going to explain it to him?"

Wade scoffed. "You don't have to tell him anything! I'm sure he didn't even notice your absence because he was too busy eating his wife's pussy!"

John stopped what he was doing and glared daggers at Wade,who's cheeks reddened in guilt.

"I'm sorry John. That was an asshole thing to say." He quickly apologized.

"Fuck you! Take me home." John replied.

"John,"

"Now, Wade! I want to go home now."

Wade closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then put on the rest of his clothes and drove John home in silence.
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John hesitated at his door, taking a deep breath then straightening his clothes and went in. He found a fully dressed Randy sitting on the couch, eyes red from sleep deprivation and fatigue, and a worried expression on his face.

"Where the hell have you been? I've been worried sick about you."
John said nothing and looked up at Randy, and the guilty look on his face gave him away.

"You slept with him,didn't you?" Was the whispered accusation.

John,unable to utter a word, looked down in shame.

"You purposely ignored my voicemail" Randy whispered, his voice choking with emotion.

"No I didn't. I haven't switched my phone on yet." John replied, a bad feeling settling at the pit of his stomach.

John stood at the same spot as Randy approached him slowly and bent to his ear.

"Well, I hope he was all worth it!"

"Randy," John started but Randy cut him off.

"Fuck you John!" And walked out of John's house.

John collapsed into a heap on the floor and broke down.

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