So this one is for TheQuietSongbird, who requested this… kind of. I hope you like it. Thanks so far :D

I was kinda rushing so I hope this is good!

Updated: 06/15/2014

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Ethan had just turned 21, and his friends – by friends, he meant Rory and Benny – decided to take him out to a bar for his party.

Ethan was never too keen on drinking, but that wouldn't deter them from insisting that they have the time of their lives. He let them pull him in and watched as people were dancing – it was a club/bar, and Ethan didn't see the appeal, but whatever, his friends were paying so he could suffer for a little bit.

Luckily, the place served food besides just beer and dancing. He had a plate of curly fries as he watched Benny and Rory – both who had already had a couple of drinks- dancing like idiots in the middle of the fray. He shook his head and just munched on his fries happily.

"Ethan!" He turned and smiled as Sarah came up to him, Erica behind her. "Happy birthday!"

"What are you doing here?" he asked Sarah as Erica ran off to go dance. "I thought you were traveling the world, trying people from all over." Sarah waved her hand at his words and grinned again.

"Rory told us about tonight, so we rushed back. Couldn't miss your 21st birthday now could we?"

"Mhm," he muttered, watching the dancing bodies of his friends as he ate another fry. Sarah frowned at him and poked him.

"Have fun Grumpy! It's your birthday."

"I don't like this type of stuff," he said simply, watching the dance floor again. "I like being at home, alone." Sarah only 'tutted' at his words and ran off into the crowd, leaving Ethan alone once again. Only when he leaned back to get comfy on the stool he was now perched on did someone come up to him.

"E! It's your 21-st birthday bash, why are you sitting there all alone?" Before Ethan could respond to Benny's question, the bartended behind him tapped him on the shoulder.

"Is it really your birthday?" she asked, her hair bubble-gum pink and eyes way to purple to be normal.

"Uh… yeah." Suddenly, she hit a button and lights flashed before she grabbed him and slapped a multi-colored band around his wrist.

"WE GOT A 21ST BIRTHDAY BOY OVER HERE!" she cried into a microphone, making her voice resonate throughout the room. Ethan only blushed and tried to hide, but she grabbed him and spoke normally to him now. "Free drinks for you kid! Wooooo!"

"Woo," he said sarcastically before drinks were shoved into his and Benny's hands. He tried to give his to Benny, but the taller of the two just shoved it back to his hand.

"Drink," he said with a light smile. "It's your birthday. Have some fun for once."

"But-"

"E, one drink won't hurt you." Ethan didn't believe this, but put the cup to his lips and sipped; it burned his throat and left him feeling parched for more. So, he took another sip; and another. Soon enough, his glass was empty. He stared at it, surprised to find himself with a now-empty glass. "See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Benny asked, setting down his own empty glass. Ethan shrugged and sat his down as well, just leaning there. "You sure you don't wanna dance?"

"Nah," he said, his eyes stinging a bit as he looked around; two full cups had replaced their empty ones. Benny noticed this too and grabbed them, pushing one into Ethan's hands.

"Cheers birthday boy." With a clink of their glasses meeting, they drank.

…

Ethan wasn't sure how many drinks they had gone through when he felt the full effects of them hit him; he didn't get tipsy, or buzzed – he got full on drunk in one swift kick to the head.

He and Benny, instead of standing by the bar, had found a dark, secluded table in the corner of the club, from which they could still see their friends, who were dancing – more like dry humping actually – on the dance floor.

"This was –hiccup-, fun," Ethan said, his head lolling back on his shoulders as he stared at the dark ceiling, watching the flashing colors every now and then. "Fun…" he muttered, his head falling so he could look at Benny, who was staring at him. "Whazit?"

Benny launched himself at him then, gripping Ethan's hair tightly while his mouth connected with his – this was a hot, passionate kiss, all teeth and tongues and no sense of direction anywhere. Ethan, in his drunken mind, didn't think anything about kissing another guy; hell, part of him was sure he was imagining all of this.

And so, since he must be imagining it – because why would anyone, let alone Benny, kiss him? – he kissed back with just as much teeth and tongue as the other was giving him.

When Benny blindly put a hand to Ethan's crotch, rubbing and gripping it in a flurry of movements, Ethan found himself pleasantly enjoying what he still imagined was a drunk-induced fantasy. His own hand was tugged down and placed against the rough material of his friend's jean-clad crotch.

With enough frantic rubbing to cause a burning feeling in the palm of their hands; when they began to hurt from the effort, they pulled away from each other.

Ethan, vision slightly blurry and his breathing heavy, looked at Benny, who looked to be feeling too pleased about what had just transpired between them. His hand, although not quite gripping, was still settled on his crotch, rubbing tentatively while Ethan's hand had moved to Benny's hip, just resting there.

Now, it was clear, even in their drunken states, that this wasn't something they should be doing; they had both been interested in girls for as long as they could remember. Never, not even once, had they imagined being in the position they were in right now.

But of course, in their addled minds, they didn't quite see what was wrong with it doing this either, since they were both apparently quite enjoying it, if the swelling in their pants was any indication.

"Wha…what're we doin'?" Ethan asked, voice still heavy with drink. Benny blinked, then shrugged.

"I dunno."

That mutual confusion was apparently all they needed though before they were on each other again, mouths working furiously against the other; Ethan found himself, in his drunken state, rather enjoying the pressure on his lips. Other appendages of his weren't so lucky.

Benny must have been feeling the same because then, he went to mess with the button and zipper on his pants. Even though Ethan's mind was fuzzy with alcohol, he knew that he shouldn't do that.

"We're…inside," he said in between rough kisses. Benny just chuckled but continued on until he had practically sprang free from the confines of his jeans. A smile of utmost pleasure found its way to his face before he grappled at Ethan's own pants, working his aching self out into the open air too.

In quick movements, their hands wrapped around each other and began to pump furiously; both were so horny and ready for more that it didn't take long before they were on the edge of finishing before anything could happen.

With matching cries of pleasure falling from swollen lips, the two of them were soon covered in their own sticky messes. As they pulled away from each other, breath much welcomed in their aching chests, they looked at each other, the drinks fading from their addled brains.

Disappearing to clean up, they came back to find more drinks waiting for them. Benny grabbed his and then shoved one into Ethan's hands. With a wink, he clinked their glasses together.

"Cheers E."

"Cheers."

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Let me say, I don't drink, so I have no idea how people act when drunk, so if this isn't that good, well it is a work of FICTION, so… yeah.

Also, I know it wasn't quite "sex", but eh, it doesn't quite always work enough for full-fledged fun sometimes.

Thanks for reading! Requests are welcome!

-JustMe133