"What feels like years later, but was probably only a few hours, the guys from the New Day are actin' a fool on the dance floor. It's pretty funny. Pretty soon, the Uso's join in and then Seth and Roman. Roman, who's now pulling me with him to the dance floor. He's smiling and laughing and I can't bring myself to put up too much of a fight.
We were packed so tightly together on the floor at one point that I kept bumping into Ro. He shrugged it off every single time like the gentleman he is, but even he couldn't ignore when my ass accidentally bumped his crotch. I felt the growl of lust in his belly before I heard it. Or maybe that was my imagination. I am definitely wayyyyy more drunk than I was mere hours ago.
"Ro, I think it's time I go back. I am way too drunk."
I place both hands to his shoulders and rise up on the balls of my feet to speak directly into his ear, immediately regretting this decision as I glide back down his body to situate myself back on my feet and lo and behold, our dicks rub together and I'm definitely hard. I know for a fact he felt it, too. He ruffles my hair like always and then responds.
"Alright, lightweight. Let's get your drunk ass back to the hotel." He laughs. I turn to walk off the dance floor towards the door and I almost completely face plant in the dead center of it. That is, until I feel the strong grip of my best friend clasping my hips; holding me up. Then, he picks me up with one arm and carries me out of the bar over his shoulder. Once he puts me down in the front seat and buckles my seatbelt, I cross my arms and stick my tongue out at him.
"Didn't havta carry me like that, man. Coulda just guided me or something. Fuckin' embarrassing." He clasps his hand over my thigh, a usual gesture for him as he's a very affectionate guy.
"Sorry, Deano. Just didn't want ya to hurt yourself. He smiles that bright white innocent smile at me and I have to look away before I give away what I was just dreaming about.
The rest of the ride back is relatively silent. I'm starting to sober up a bit but I'm not so sure I want Ro to leave so soon, so I play dumb.
He proceeds to help me out of his rental car. This time is different, though. Instead of picking me up, he simply places those big strong hands firmly on my hips and slots the front of his body directly up against my back. Then he's whispering in my ear.
"One step at a time, Deano. I got you. I'm right behind you. Not gonna fall. Just go slow. That's good. Go to the left, baby boy. We're not gonna take the stairs with you like this. Get the elevator babe."
Even when we get on the elevator, he doesn't let go. I try to pry his hands off of my body in fear that I'm going to give something away if I let him hold me much longer.
"Why you fightin' me so much, baby boy. Just let me take care of you." Again, spoken right into my ear.
I let go of his hands and my body slumps in defeat as the elevator doors open and we're on our way to our room. Once in the room, he speaks. Mother Hen in full effect.
"Alright Deano. Go take a shower. I'll get you a bottle of water, some Tylenol and one of my old tees to sleep in."
Then, he swats me on the ass. Again, such a common gesture from the Big Dog. But, this time, my face flushes and my stomach turns. I quickly stumble into the bathroom and lock the door behind me; taking a second to gather myself and take some deep breaths before stripping and stepping into the shower. With the water running, I'm alone with my thoughts again. Subconsciously, I check the skin on my hips and ass where I can still feel his touch. Feeling genuinely upset when there's no visible proof that he touched me. Not a single fingerprint, bruise or the slightest red mark. Just my pale skin.
Then, my imagination runs wild and frantic. The things I'm imagining feel so real. His hands on my skin, his lips and tongue tracing every crevice and indent on my body. Those thick lips enveloping my rock hard shaft. His mammoth cock splitting my ass open. Making me cum for him multiple times. Before I know it, I've got a hand on myself stroking to completion. My entire body shaking, and my left fist shoving between my teeth for something to bite on so Ro doesn't hear my screams. Fuck, that felt so good. I'm again disappointed that it wasn't his hand, his mouth, his fucking voice bringing me the ecstasy I just experienced. Oh well. Maybe it will be. Hopefully. I sigh as I step from the shower and towel off. Opening the bathroom door and walking back into the bedroom.
"Feel better?" Ro looks up at me from the phone in his hands.
"Yeah. Feel great." I mumble. Then, I take the Tylenol and a few sips from the water bottle before shedding the towel to put on some underwear and the old faded tee that Roman had laid out for me. I fall on top of the bed face first, spreading my arms and legs out like a starfish; snoring immediately.