"Toniiiii-iii-ee-ii-ight, with my baaaybe. We can set the sheets on fiiyer, something sooomething, hum hum hummmm, yeah yeaah yeah..."

Carlos sang to himself while he was washing up for the evening. The day had been rather uneventful. After their little chat with James, Carlos hit the pool while Logan just did some computer shit or something. But they promised each other to have a nice evening together. Carlos had never really dated before, and suddenly being involved with the boy he had always wanted to be with was exhilarating. He brushed his teeth well and rinsed with mouthwash.

Someone knocked on the door and slid inside. It was Logan, of course. He brandished a thin bottle of whiskey and placed it on the bathroom counter.

"You like this, right?" Logan asked quietly. He sat on the counter and pressed his knees against Carlos's waist.

"Yeah, it's cool," Carlos replied. He put his arms around Logan's shoulders and kissed him.

"Mmm…." Logan growled. Their lips parted, leaving them quite moist. Logan reached for the whiskey, twisted off the cap and raised it to Carlos's mouth. "Take a sip, Carls."

"Don't mind if I do!" Carlos grinned and drank down some of the alcohol. "Tastyyy! Now you."

Logan delicately took a sip. His face lit up as the whiskey burned his throat. The boys both drank a little more.

"I like it a lot," Logan said. He blinked slowly as he put the bottle back down onto the counter. He put his arms around Carlos and hugged him tightly. "But not as much as I like you."

"Awwww, I agree," Carlos said. He locked lips with his favorite boy. They kissed hotly. It was…intense. The smoky, amber taste of whiskey passed between their mouths.

"Carlos, you're poking me," Logan whispered.

"Huh?"

"You're…poking…me," he ran one of his fingers down the Latino's chest and slipped into his pants. It took a little time, but Logan managed to unbutton and unzip the fly. He maneuvered Carlos's firm cock out and began to stroke it.

"Ohhhhhhh," Carlos let out a breathy moan. Logan closed his eyes and continued to jerk him off.

"We should take a shower," Logan suggested.

"Haha. Why? I already washed," Carlos said. He blinked with the beginning of a drunken stupor.

"'Cause you're a MESS!" Logan let go of Carlos's dick. He replaced it with the whiskey bottle, and the he quickly poured a whole bunch of it out all over Carlos's chest.

"Ugh! Dude! Really?" Carlos said, giggling but also a little mad. "All over my clothes?"

"Oh, come on. It'll wash out." Logan put the bottle down and jumped off of the counter. He took off all of his own clothes and stood before Carlos naked. "But you gotta take 'em off so we can wash up."

Carlos complied. He peeled off his shirt and then got out of his pants and boxers.

"But I think YOU should get dirty, too," he added. Then he took the whiskey and emptied it all over Logan's body. They giggled together. Sticky and naked, the boys embraced and made out. Carlos sucked on Logan's lower lip.

"In the shower," Logan tried to mumble. They scrambled to the bathtub and Logan ran the water. It was pretty funny to watch them do this with a heavy buzz. Carlos sprung up and down with a big grin on his face.

"Yeah!" He yelled.

"Shhh! Shh!" Logan hushed. He put his finger to his mouth. "Is this good?"

Carlos put his hand into the shower and nodded. Then he climbed in and helped Logan join him. The water hit both of them. It was refreshing. Logan's hair fell flat and Carlos laughed a little.

"You look silly," Carlos said.

"Nu-uh!"

"Yeah-huh!"

"Don't be mean," Logan said. He made a pouty face.

"Awww, Logie, I don't mean it. You look hot." Carlos held Logan's face in his hands and kissed him.

Logan reached for the soap. He lathered up in his hands and smeared suds all over Carlos's chest. He rubbed his shoulders, arms, then back to his neck, across his chest once more, and then made his way down his waist. He brushed the bubble soap across Carlos's trimmed pubic hair. Logan got down on his knees and started to play with the dick in front of him.

"Feels good?" Logan asked. Carlos pushed his back against the wall and rolled his eyes upward.

"Ohh God yes. Suck me, Logie."

Logan looked up at Carlos with naughty eyes. Keeping eye contact, even though Carlos wasn't really looking, he slowly slid the Hispanic cock into his mouth. He teased his balls with his left hand, and jerked off the base with his right. The smooth, tender head of the cock felt great against Logan's tongue. He moaned against the cock. Carlos put his hands, shaking with pleasure, onto the back of Logan's head and gently guided him back and forth.

"Oh, oh Logan. Oh, shit. I'm gonna…oh…" Carlos's face turned bright red, and he suddenly came into Logan's mouth. But Logan didn't mind. He thought it tasted good. Carlos's cock slowly deflated, and Logan popped it out of his mouth. Cum drizzled down his chin, but was instantly dissipated by the shower water.

"Was it good?" Logan asked.

"Fuck," was all Carlos could reply with.

Logan got to his feet and hugged Carlos tightly. They kissed a little bit.

"I love you so much," Carlos finally said. "I've always loved you. And I will always love you."

"I love you, too," Logan said. He bit his lower lip and looked at Carlos dreamily. "And it's not just the alcohol talking. Haha."

They both laughed.

"So I think we're done, right? Wanna go to bed?" Logan suggested. Carlos nodded and shut off the water. They stepped out and grabbed towels. "Wanna fuck me again tonight?"

"Yeah of course," Carlos said. He dried himself off and tied the towel around his waist sloppily. It was very hard to do in his altered state of consciousness. He helped Logan tie his towel. With another little kiss, the boys left the bathroom and headed to bed.