I was late to drinks, and they were already in varying stages of intoxication. Alistair opened the door for me, but Carlisle ducked in front of him and pushed him out of the way before he could make any smart comment.

"Sorry," he told me guiltily, glancing back at his flatmate. "They've been drinking since dinner." He was a little unsteady too, but it usually didn't take much more than a few mouthfuls to get my light-weight boyfriend in this state.

I just laughed, and leant down to kiss him. "Sorry I'm late. I got held up at work."

"Your boss was okay, though?" he asked, suddenly worried and remembering the events earlier in the year. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Carlisle, I just needed to get everything finished before the weekend."

He stepped back to let me through the doorway, holding my hand as he led me in to the longue with the others. I recognised most of the other people there, though a few faces were unfamiliar. I assumed them to be the partners of the others, as they seemed to be roughly grouped together. Carlisle introduced them to me, but the names didn't really stick until he pointed out one boy in particular.

"This is Randal, Alistair's boyfriend."

That caught my attention, and Alistair's as well. Randal was friendly enough, laughing at his partner's reaction; Alistair had immediately shifted closer, clearly worried about the opportunity Carlisle had to make a scene.

"Don't be a jerk," he grumbled at him.

"I'm not," he argued, faking innocence. "We can go on double-dates now, Allie."

"I swear to god, I'll drown you in the bath," he threatened, wrapping his arm around Carlisle and pulling him into his side.

Randal glanced away from them and toward me, his eyebrows raised. "Is this normal?"

"Yep," I laughed. "This is what you've got yourself in to."

He chuckled too, and we awkwardly stood in silence for moment while the other two continued to bicker playfully. "How long have you two been together?"

I obliged in his attempt at small talk. "Just over eight months. It seems like forever, though – I wish it was forever."

Smiling a little, he told me; "We're almost three months. I've never really met Carlisle, though; he avoids me when I stay the night, but perhaps that's because the walls are so thin in this house." His face flushed, and Alistair overheard, grumbling at him.

"He doesn't even stay here anymore," Alistair accused, only half kidding as he shoved my boyfriend into me. Carlisle was a little too tipsy to keep his balance, and I instinctively wrapped my arms around him to steady him, chuckling to myself.

"At least you've got Randal to amuse yourself with now, Al," I teased him, laughing a little harder when he rolled his eyes.

Intoxicated to the sappy 'I love you' part of drunk, Alistair couldn't help himself, kissing his partner's cheek. Randal looked a little uncomfortable, holding him at bay with a sorry smile.

Carlisle handed me a drink and took my hand, leading me through the longue and to his room, apparently having had enough of their antics. I was glad to be alone with him for a while; coming straight from work and into a sea of small talk wasn't something I wanted. Setting his drink on his desk, he immediately kissed me, knocking me back against the closed door and tangling his fingers in my hair. He tasted sweet, and I realised – irrelevantly – that he was drinking some kind of cheap cider, as opposed to beer. I liked it, sliding one arm behind him to pull him against my body to deepen the kiss.

"You're drunk," I accused, laughing at his innocent expression.

He shook his head, fidgeting with the collar of my shirt as he looked up at me. "No, I'm not, that's my first bottle," he told me, fighting a smile.

"That doesn't mean you're not drunk," I teased, biting back a groan as his hand brushed the front of my jeans. It hadn't been purposeful – he was just clumsy, but it was enough. I kissed him again, as a distraction. "How was your day, my love?"

He laughed at the name, wrapping his arms around my neck. "My manager quit last week."

Confused as to why he was just telling me now, I just frowned. "They're having to hire someone new?" I asked, wondering what stress this was going to put on him.

He shook his head, his lips against my neck. "Nope."

"Then what?" I chuckled, unsure where he was going with this. A bubble of resentment was going within me, aimed at his t-shirt still being on his body.

Obviously excited, he lost his calm demeanour, hugging me tightly and the kiss became a little harder. "I'm going to be the new manager; they're promoting me…"

Grinning, I squeezed him tightly. "That's fantastic! I'm so proud of you." I kissed him again and again, smiling as he laughed. He tugged my jeans a little, mostly to get close to closer to me. Running my hand down the door behind me, I flicked the lock across, trapping us in.

Seeing me do it, he pulled me backward toward the bed, dragging me down on top of him. Straddling him now, I pulled up his shirt as he unbuckled my pants, stripping him of it and jerking down his jeans. His hands, which had previously been on my thighs, were suddenly on my ass, making me gasp and both of us laugh. "And if I do well, they might move me to one of the city branches instead."

"And that makes you closer to me?" I asked, trying to mentally locate the store.

"Yeah."

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If you don't like badly written sex scenes, abort now. Or, like, skip five paragraphs down to the next break and you'll be safe. I'm actual trash.

A little uncoordinated, he had problems wriggling out of his clothing until I helped him, which only made us giggle harder. He gently bit my lip, and I tangled one hand in his hair, tugging lightly as his fingers dug into my skin.

I moaned into his mouth, rolling my hips against his. He pulled me down against him, wrapping his legs around mine and allowing me the luxury of grinding against him. I ran my free hand down his body, and he leaned back against the mattress as I started to touch him.

"How long to we have before they miss us?" I asked through gritted teeth, shuddering as his fingers closed around my cock, slowly stroking me.

"Long enough," he mumbled, his breath starting to catch. Reaching behind him to grab a condom out of the bedside table, he tossed it to me, squirming uncomfortably when I left him with no friction in order to open it.

Leaning over him again, I brought our lips together again, smiling when I felt his muscles tense as I started to prepare him. I had him squirming under me in seconds. "I'm so proud of you," I murmured to him again, kissing his neck as he sunk his teeth into his lip to keep from making a sound.

"Love you," he whispered back, pushing down against me as I eased into him. We easily found a rhythm, and our kisses were sweet with the alcohol he had been drinking. My hands were tangled in his hair, and he arched his back under me as we worked together.

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"Can we go get food?" It was almost a complaint, and it made me laugh as I looked up at him from the bed. Carlisle was quite drunk, and hadn't managed to find enough clothing yet to make it out into the longue with the others. For some reason beyond me, he had decided it was an appropriate time to brush his teeth though, which made it all the funnier to me.

"I can't drive; I've been drinking," I reminded him, chuckling and holding up my near empty-can as proof.

"But can we walk?" he whined, reminding me a little of Kate.

I rolled my eyes at him. "You have to put on enough clothing to leave the room, first."

After the incentive, he managed to find his jeans and get dressed again. "How drunk do I have to get you before you come with me? I'll buy you ice-cream…"

"Give me another shot, and we'll go," I reasoned, smirking as he tripped. "If you think you can walk that far, that is."

Laughing, he stumbled out into the kitchen. I lay back against the bed and listened to see if he fell. I heard Alistair greet him, tease him, yell at him for spilling shit, and then he was back beside me. He waited patiently while I obediently swallowed it, before grabbing my hand and jerking me to my feet. It made the room spin as the alcohol hit my bloodstream, and I held onto the wall to steady myself.

Threading his fingers through mine, he pulled be toward the front door.

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My head was throbbing the instant I opened my eyes, and I immediately groaned and folded my arm back over my face to block of the light. Despite sleeping like a log, I felt like shit and my limbs were heavy. I rolled over, expecting to be alone in bed, but my arm brushed against Carlisle as I moved. Instinctively, I wound my arms around him, pulling him back into my chest.

He stirred slightly, wincing at the brightness of the room and burying his face in the blankets to escape the sun. I couldn't repress a smirk despite my sorry state; this was the first time I'd seem Carlisle knocked out by a hangover.

I was more than happy to stay curled up in bed. It was bordering on lunch time, and moving still seemed like quite a task. "What'd you make me drink?" I mumbled to him, my voice too loud for my own ears.

He shrugged, humming quietly in response. I kissed the back of his neck, and then relaxed into the mattress. It was easy to fall asleep again.

The next time I opened my eyes, it was to the smell of coffee. "Here, Gar." Like some kind of saint, Carlisle handed me a couple of aspirin and a mug. His hair was wet from showering, and I realised he must have been up for a while.

"Thanks…" I wriggled up the bed to lean against the headboard, downing the pills and forcing the scolding liquid down my throat. "How's your head?"

"Manageable." He climbed over my legs to sit on the bed next to me. He still looked tired, and I felt guilty for being glad that I wasn't the only one who looked like shit today.

"So, manager, when do you start your new position?" I pushed his leg lightly, smiling when he smiled.

"This week. I have like a training day first, and then it's just the paper work."

Sliding my arm around his waist, I kissed his cheek. "I'm so proud of you."

"I'm kinda nervous," he admitted, fidgeting a little. "But it means I don't have to work as many hours…and I can do some it from home, so I don't need to sit in that weird little office all day."

"We can spend more time in bed, then?" I teased.

"Yeah, if you wanna watch me type all day," he rolled his eyes, nudging me with his shoulder.

"It's better than the job I already have," I grumbled.

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