AN: Tired, and drunk I found myself writing this... cause I'm a crazy person. It's a jump ahead in Always A Pawn, cause I'm a sucker for writing the good parts when in my head!

Randy stumbled to the table across the room after getting out of the extra-large bed in the lavish hotel suite. The mostly brown furred male squirrel was nude, and quite intoxicated despite the fact it was just past 3:00 in the afternoon. Randy didn't let his inebriation stop him from picking up one of the bottles of liquor on the oak table and poor himself another beverage.

"Don't get too drunk." A stern male voice called to him from the bed he had just left. "I want to make it to lunch with Mitch, and his boy, tomorrow."

Randy turned and looked back at the man, that was 20 years his senior, while he sloppily took a large drink from his newly filled glass. "How is me getting drunk gonna hold ya back from hanging out with yer fancy friend?" The male squirrel in his mid-twenties asked. "And what da ya mean by boy?" Randy grinned as he slowly made his way back to the bed to join the other male. "His son? Or..." Randy sat his glass down on the night table before falling hard into the bed and bouncing a bit only to quickly to be met by the older man reaching out and running one of his hands over the tan fur on Randy's simi toned chest. "His play thang?"

"You already know full well the answer to that question, Randel." The older squirrel stated a bit annoyed as he pulled the younger man closer to his also nude body. "I'd prefer you not to have a hangover when I show you off."

"Randel?" Randy laughed as the mostly purple furred fellow rodent wrap his tail around him before starting to kiss at his shoulder and neck. "Is that what ya call me ta yer rich friends?" He asked as he let a moan escape his mouth near the end of his question. Randy gripped onto the other man's shoulders as the older man kept intensifying his physical pursuit. "Or maybe ya just call me yer toy?" Randy snickered as the arm around his waist tightened, and then the younger squirrel found another moving down his torso to start playing with his youthful prize.

"You know damn well you are my boy." The sober man tightened his grip around Randy's simi stiff member so much that caused him to whence in pain.

However, Randy wasn't the type to submit so easily, and couldn't help but open his mouth to taught his better. "OH? So, is it me, or Static that's yer favorite, Proton?" Randy tried to laugh but found himself grunting in pain once again as the other man seemed to find little amusement in his statement and held onto him even tighter as he also then aggressively gripped the fur on Randy's head.

"I've told you not to talk about my family!" Proton spoke heavily on Randy's face. "Why do you always have to be so difficult?" Proton's breath picked up as he looked at his young male lover's face. The youth was trying to hide his discomfort from the older man, but Proton could clearly see Randy's pain both emotional and physical.

"Why don't ya just throw me away already then?!" Randy finally asked allowing a sob to escape him.

Proton immediately let go of Randy, and started to feel a bit ashamed. He was using Randy, and in a way he'd never used another man before. And he was the one that begged Randy to come with him to this island resort so he could show off that he too was once again also having a young lover, as most of his friends did. In the three months he'd screwed around with Randel he'd become somewhat attached to the smart mouthed over enthused man. It didn't take long for him to realize that Randy's enthusiasm for life was just an act, and likely a coping mechanism to avoid his true feeling. The poor boy was broken and too trusting. The more they got to know one another the easier it was to see the far too real emptiness behind his eyes. Because of that it was no wonder that Randy resorted to drinking to deal with his constant disappointment and abuse... and now Proton was just another disappointment, and eventual heartbreak waiting to happen.

"I hate it when you get this drunk." Proton sighed as he tried to make up for his loss of temper moments before by pulling Randy into him only to have the brown squirrel pull away and start sipping at the last half of his drink.

"And I hate being da other woman." Randy mumbled as he finished off his drink and slammed the glass down on the marble bedside table too hard.

A laugh escaped Proton as he thought about what his drunk lover had just assessed. Had it not been for his almost brush with death five months prior he would have never decided to start on his bucket list, and would have never ended up finding himself sexual engaged with this needy young man. "We are here now because you're not a woman, but I still think you're beautiful." Proton grabbed Randy's arm and pulled him back towards him so he could meld their lips together. "He pulled away just long enough to speak again. "I want you to be my man." He stated as he voice shook a bit. "But, in order for me to..." The older squirrel hands both moved over the younger males' head in an attempt to comfort him. " I need you to agree to go to rehab for a month. I'll pay for everything, and even stay at a hotel nearby so we can visit daily. Hell, I'll even stop drinking myself!" Proton's voice broke a little as Randy looked at him disapprovingly.

Randy continued to look at Proton in silence for a few minutes keeping the same displeased look on his face. When he finally spoke, Proton was the one that had to fight to control his emotions. "I love you." Randy stated plainly still looking at Proton annoyed.

Jaw clenched, and extremities shaking, Proton pulled Randy as close to him as possible. He was feeling an overwhelming amount of emotion he wasn't use to. He was upset, happy, horny, and fearful all at the same time. He forced on his breathing and the pattering of rubbing Randy's back with his hands. After a while of Randy holding him back did Proton finally start to calm down.

"I'm sorry." Randy said as he let out a light sob.

"Don't be." Proton replied voice steady as he pressed his face into Randy's hiding the fact that tears had started running down his face as well.