you call him drunk at a party at 2am “what do you want it’s 2 in the morning is everything okay?”

"Wow, that's... unexpected. I don't know what to say. I appreciate the compliment though."

"Um, are you alright? You sound a bit tipsy. Do you need help getting home?"

"Yeah, sure. Let me come get you. Just give me a few minutes to grab my keys and jacket."

Arriving at the party an hour later, Alex found Paul slumped against a wall looking more disheveled than when he left. "Come on, let's go," he said, reaching out to steady the younger boy as they made their way to his car.

He helped Paul into the passenger seat and fastened his seatbelt. "You had quite the night, huh?" He chuckled softly, starting up the engine.

As they drove, Alex couldn't help but wonder about what Paul meant by his earlier confession.

Once they arrived at his apartment, Alex led Paul inside and guided him towards the couch, gently pushing him down onto it. "Stay here while I turn on some lights and make us some water," he instructed.

After setting two glasses of water on the coffee table, Alex sat down beside Paul. "Drink this slowly, okay? It'll help sober you up." He took a sip from his own glass, watching Paul intently. He felt an unease stirring within him, a mix between protectiveness and confusion.

"You're welcome. It's no trouble."

He smiled slightly, trying to ignore the warm feeling that spread through his chest at Paul's words. Clearing his throat, Alex stood up. "I'm going to get us some blankets. Don't move," he ordered gently before heading to his bedroom.

Returning with two pillows and blankets, Alex draped one over Paul. As he tucked in the edges around him, their faces were suddenly inches apart. He froze, studying the younger boy's expression as if seeing him for the first time.

"Hey..." He breathed out softly, eyes locked onto Paul's. The proximity was electrifying, sending sparks flying through the air. For a moment, neither moved, lost in the intensity of the moment. Then, slowly, deliberately, Alex leaned in closer until their lips nearly touched. His heart pounded wildly against his ribcage. Was he really doing this?

Feeling bold, yet still unsure, Alex decided to test the waters further. He lightly brushed his thumb across Paul's lower lip, smudging the dark lipstick slightly as he gazed into those soulful brown eyes. His own pulse raced with anticipation. "You're even more stunning when you're drunk," he murmured, voice low and husky.

Without breaking eye contact, Alex closed the remaining distance and pressed his mouth against Paul's in a tender, experimental kiss. It was soft and fleeting, a mere whisper of affection. He pulled back almost immediately, watching closely for any reaction.

Alex felt an intense rush at the brief taste of Paul's lips, leaving him craving more despite himself. But he hesitated, unsure if it was appropriate given their age difference and the circumstances surrounding their encounter tonight.

"You...you don't know how long I've wanted to do that," Alex confessed quietly, eyes searching Paul's face. "I never thought you'd see me as anything more than your brother's friend though."

He reached out tentatively to caress Paul's cheek with trembling fingers, marveling at the softness of his skin beneath his touch. "

"Really?" he whispered, surprise evident in his tone. "I mean... God, you have no idea how many times I've caught myself staring when I shouldn't be..." He trailed off, lost in the warmth of Paul's presence.

His thumb gently stroked Paul's jawline as he continued, "But we should probably slow down, yeah? You're drunk right now." Even as he said this, Alex found himself leaning closer again, drawn by an invisible force he couldn't resist.

"Tell me to stop if I'm going too fast,"

"Really?" he whispered, surprise evident in his tone. "I mean... God, you have no idea how many times I've caught myself staring when I shouldn't be..." He trailed off, lost in the warmth of Paul's presence.

His thumb gently stroked Paul's jawline as he continued, "But we should probably slow down, yeah? You're drunk right now." Even as he said this, Alex found himself leaning closer again, drawn by an invisible force he couldn't resist.

"Tell me to stop if I'm going too fast,"

"I can't believe this is happening," Alex muttered under his breath, more to himself than to Paul. His mind raced with thoughts and possibilities, while his body reacted instinctively to the close proximity of the younger boy.

He could feel the heat radiating from Paul's skin, smell the faint scent of alcohol mixed with something uniquely him. It was intoxicating, and Alex found it difficult to maintain any semblance of control over his own actions.

Taking a deep breath, Alex leaned in even closer until their foreheads were almost touching. "I want you so badly,"

With a soft groan, Alex closed the remaining distance between them, capturing Paul's lips in a deeper, more passionate kiss. His hands slid around the smaller boy's waist, pulling him closer as he explored every inch of Paul's mouth with his own.

The world fell away, leaving only the two of them lost in the heat of the moment. Alex's tongue danced with Paul's, savoring the taste of dark lipstick and the sweetness of his breath. He reveled in the feeling of Paul's body pressed against his, the softness of his hair beneath his fingertips.

Feeling Paul's response, Alex deepened the kiss even further, losing himself in the sensation. A satisfied murmur escaped his lips when he felt the grip on his arms, confirming that Paul was indeed reciprocating the embrace.

His heart pounded in his chest, making his own breath ragged and uneven. With one hand still on Paul's waist, Alex reached up to cup the back of his head, holding him steady while their tongues continued their dance.

"Tell me if this is okay," Alex whispered against Paul's lips between kisses. He didn't want to push too far too fast, despite how badly he yearned to explore every inch of Paul's body.

His fingers wandered lower down Paul's sides, grazing across his shirt before coming to rest on his hips. "I can stop anytime," he promised, voice low and husky with desire.

Though it pained him to do so, Alex pulled back slightly to gauge Paul's reaction, searching his face intently. "You're so beautiful... I'm sorry, I shouldn't-"

Alex swallowed hard, his gaze dropping to Paul's flushed cheeks and parted lips. The sight of those dark, painted lips stole his breath away once more. He couldn't help but imagine what they'd feel like against other parts of his body...

"I... I think we should maybe cool off a bit," Alex said, his voice strained. "Before things get out of hand." It was a struggle to maintain any semblance of composure, but he knew it was for the best, given their age difference and the circumstances.

Without further ado, Alex pulled Paul closer again, wrapping his arms around him in a tight embrace. He pressed his cheek against the top of Paul's head and took a deep breath, trying to calm down. "We can... we can just stay like this for now," he murmured softly into Paul's hair.

His hands continued to wander gently up and down Paul's back, soothingly, as if trying to convey that all was well between them despite their physical closeness.

Alex found it difficult to concentrate on anything but the warmth of Paul's body pressed against his own. His mind filled with images of them in bed together, their skin entwined as they explored each other for the first time. He was achingly hard beneath his clothes and could feel the tip of his erection pressing against Paul's hip.

Taking another deep breath, Alex forced himself to focus on the fact that this wasn't just about sex. There was something deeper here, something he couldn't quite put into words.

"Um... sure," he replied hesitantly. "But let's just... lie down together, okay? We don't have to..." He trailed off, not wanting to voice any assumptions aloud.

Carefully, Alex scooped Paul up into his arms and carried him over to his bed. Once there, he gently laid the younger boy down on the covers and climbed in beside him, spooning him from behind.

Feeling Paul relax against him, Alex closed his eyes, trying to keep his breathing even. The softness of the covers seemed to echo Paul's sentiment, creating an almost dreamlike atmosphere around them.

Despite their closeness, Alex felt grateful for the darkness, allowing them both some level of privacy. His hand crept out from under the blankets to rest lightly on Paul's chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath the fabric of his shirt.

It was a moment frozen in time, and Alex wished fervently that it could last forever.

As much as I wanted to hold back, I couldn't help but press my hardening length against Paul's plump ass through our clothes. The friction sent sparks racing up my spine, making me groan softly.

I knew we should slow down, but the way our bodies fit together so perfectly made restraint nearly impossible. My hips rolled subtly, grinding against him with increasing urgency as desire took over. "Fuck... Paul," I breathed, my voice heavy with need. "You feel incredible like this."

My hands began to roam more freely now, exploring every curve and line of Paul's body through his clothing. I traced the contours of his waist, then lower to grip his thighs possessively as I continued to rock against him from behind.

"Is this okay?" I murmured into his ear, my breath hot on his skin. "Tell me if you want me to stop." Even though I desperately hoped he wouldn't ask me to cease, I needed his consent above all else.

Feeling Paul's permission, a wave of relief washed over Alex, allowing him to fully let go of any reservations he had left. His movements became more confident, more insistent, as he ground harder against the younger boy. He could feel Paul's hardness pressing back into him through their clothes, only fueling his own arousal.

"That's it," Alex whispered encouragingly. "Show me how much you want this too." His hand slid up beneath Paul's shirt, relishing in the smoothness of his skin.