"Would you like two beds or just one?" The lady at the front desk of the hotel asked. "You'll save fifty dollars if you get one bed" the lady winked. Both men remembered the night they had slept together when Sameer was scared by Friday the 13th, but neither wanted to admin they enjoyed it. "Well, fifty dollars is a lot of money" Kunal said, hoping Sameer would agree to the one bed. "Yeah, totally. One bed it is" Sameer said. Both men excitedly brought their stuff up to their room, which managed to be big even though it only had one bed.
Abhi called them and said he had cleared the proposal with Veer after explaining Neha was having a hard time that night, and was just nervous. Veer was finally convinced Neha would be a good mother to him and allowed his father to propose. He had planned a private dinner and planned on proposing on the top floor of the Empire State Building at midnight. He told them to find their own thing to do tonight, since they were going to be busy.
Both men agreed, and wandered around New York City. Eventually they got hopelessly lost. It was much colder than Miami, and both men were getting hungry so they walked into a bar. Well, they thought it was a bar. Judging by the people inside it, they figured it was a gay bar.
Kunal was against going inside, but they were both too cold to continue so they went inside. Sameer decided on making the best of the situation and ordered some beer and nachos. The one beer turned into two beers and within the hour both men were considerably drunk. Somewhere in the bar, a DJ was playing, and Sameer dragged Kunal to the dance floor. They entered the mass of swaying men until they were at the center. Everyone began to wolf whistle at the two new men they hadn't seen before. Sameer put his fingers in the air in an attempt to drunkenly bhangra, but the men weren't having any of that. The circle closed around them until Sameer was dancing on Kunal. The beer was having an effect on both of them, drawing them closer. Kunal spread his legs and bent down, grinding on Sameer's ever growing erection. Sameer pulled him in for a kiss. He bit down on Kunal's bottom lip, asking for entrance. Kunal moaned, opening his mouth enough for Sameer to stick his tongue in. Hours later, they left the club as it closed.
Too drunk to remember they had no idea where the hell they were, they tried to walk back to the hotel. They ended up walking with a group of guys coming from the same bar, in the general direction they needed to go. A car drove by really fast, splashing Sameer with water that had pooled up by the curb of the road, it had rained when they were in the club.
Sameer began shivering uncontrollably, he was drenched and it had to be near freezing. One of the members of the group hailed a taxi for Sameer and Kunal and paid for the ride. Sameer sat in the taxi shivering, and continued even when they got to the hotel. Sameer put warmer clothes on and got in bed, but he couldn't stop shivering.
Kunal looked at the poor guy and jumped into their bed, to hug him. Sameer was really cold, even with the warm clothes on. Kunal pulled the blanket over the both of them, and began spooning Sameer like they had months earlier; Kunal as the little spoon, Sameer the big spoon. Kunal, too drunk to continue, passed out. Sameer, still cold, pulled Kunal as close as possible. He snuck his hands under Kunal's shirt, to try and get his hands warm. He was surprised by how warm he was, and even more surprised by how much he enjoy rubbing his hands up and down Kunal's six pack. Eventually he fell asleep too, completely spent from the day.