Though the couch wasn't exactly an appropriate place for a night's slumber the comfort of it was like resting in the hands of god, save, comfy and peaceful; until I was rudely awaken. A bell of some sort rang decently loud in the air annoying me back to consciousness, it took a while for me to realize the door bell was responsible for it. Sitting up on the couch I stretched my back and gave my phone on the coffee table a glance and saw the current time, 2:48 am; which made me wonder who it could be at the door at that hour. My brain worked slower than usual since I was still half asleep but I recalled Michael wasn't back yet and figured it was probably him. Switching on the lights in the foyer made me squint due to the sudden brightness as I proceeded to open the door.

Michael stumbled falling forward soon as I opened the door and if I hadn't caught him the bad ass would have fallen face first. "Michael, what the hell man?" I tried to stand him up, the strong smell of alcohol emitting from him invaded my sense of smell. The skin of his bare chest felt cold and sweaty, and I could feel his bare chest because the boy was wearing an unzipped leather jacket without a shirt inside. He was pretty out of it mumbling something about some chick that was apparently all over him trying to get in his pants. Holding onto my shoulders he stabled himself standing without my support and began walking away clumsily. Quickly shutting the front door I followed behind him closely to catch him if he loses balance again. Slowly the drunk guy made his way heading in the direction towards the living room and I was about to object that he can't sleep on the couch as I had assumed he was going to, but instead he walked past the living room and into the bathroom. This made me assume he was going to take a leak so I just waited outside leaning against the wall.

Instead of the expected sound of urination I heard Michael throwing up. Immediately I rush inside and found Michael kneeling by the toilet upchucking whatever he consumed earlier. "Dude are you ok?" I rubbed his back trying to soothe him, trying not to throw up myself as I felt from hearing him. After a few coughs his stomach seemed to settle and he leaned back wiping his lips, without looking into the toilet I flushed it before closing the lid back down. Losing his balance, the bad ass fell behind landing him on his back, still looking dazed with droopy eyelids.

"What am I gonna do with you man…" I sighed heavily with my hands on my hips looking at the state he was in.

"Blakey…" Michael called like a little kid, his arms stretching out to me and his hands opening and closing. Sure I was frustrated at what just happened but that sight, what Michael just did, I couldn't resist. Soon as I picked him off he immediately wrapped his arms around my neck somewhat in a form of a hug and buried his nose on my neck, it was a little uncomfortable but I had no choice and just transported him to the bedroom.

Michael let out a sigh of comfort as I laid him on the bed,

"What am I gonna do with you…" I asked rhetorically again to get a lazy smile from him in return. It was a bit difficult but I managed to pull the leather jacket off Michael so that he would stop sweating. "I see someone is horny too…" Michael said with a smug when I tried to unzip his jeans, that was when I noticed he had a boner. I felt awkward and froze for a bit reconsidering if I should try to take his pants off, the only reason I was trying to was because Michael preferred sleeping in just boxers claiming it was more comfortable like that. In a sudden move Michael pulled me and smacked his lips on mine forcing his tongue into my mouth, the taste of liquor extending off his tongue onto mine.

I was caught off by surprise and didn't know what to do at all, I've done the dirty with Michael but I've never kissed him or any other guy for that matter. My astonishment grew when Michael initiated exchanging saliva into my mouth forcing me to down it. As soon as I did that I managed the strength to pull away taking a step back. "What the fuck man!?" I exclaimed wiping my lips, all I got back in return was a smirk from him. I frowned at him making it clear that I didn't like what he did and just left the room; who cares if he sleeps in his pants or boxers or even nude! I returned to back to my earlier heaven of sleep, the couch and simply just sat on it staring at the blank television screen. I didn't know what to think, why would he kiss me? What as he thinking? Was he even thinking?

Sure the other day Michael attempted to kiss me, but I didn't take that seriously I just thought it as in the moment of it all; lust was to blame, but am I wrong? I only saw Michael as my bro, a roommate, someone I occasionally fooled around with and sure we don't agree on most things and but like, that kiss was just, it's just… it's just nothing…. He practically drank so much he threw up I'm sure he's practically out of it and wasn't thinking right, yea I'm sure that is it. I mean come on, Michael was straight, aside from the fact we do it together but that was more of a lust thing, he's into chicks and boobs and having 3-ways with models and what not; no way he's into guys, and defiantly not me. Shaking off all thoughts of the kiss in head I decided to pay Michael a visit and went back to the guest bedroom I laid him in earlier.

Michael had dozed off and was hugging a bolster, looks like he tried to take his pants off himself but failed and left it hanging on his left ankle. Walking over to him I helped take off his pants completely and put it away with the leather jacket; something I don't recall he owns but I may be wrong. I'm positive he would have a hangover in the morning so I searched around a found some aspirin and a bottle of water and set it next to the night table. By then it was about 5 minutes to 4am and figured I could get maybe another 2 hours of sleep if Mr. Hangover here doesn't require anymore assistance. Just in case though I decided to lie in bed next to Michael instead of going to rest on the couch, hopefully he doesn't throw up again leaving a mess I will have to clean.