Emilio woke up when someone stumbled into his room, laughing loudly. The desk chair fell over and as Emilio rolled on his side, he saw that Juan was struggling with his jeans while trying to take them off.

"Fuck, I'm so drunk," his friend chuckled. "You better pray I'm not gonna puke." He flopped down on the edge of his bed — miscalculating the distance so his hip slammed against the wood, making him cuss.

"What the hell are you doin' here?" Emilio answered, only half awake. "Why don't you sleep at Dana's? You know I've slept here the past week."

"Hm? Well — I was in a fight with Dana." He sounded sad. "She was wearing such a hot dress — and I was stupid, I told her to wear something else if she was going out without me. And then, she got mad. And I felt like shit so I drank way too much but now I'm fine." Chuckling, he shoved underneath the blankets. "And tonight I'm gonna sleep in my own bed." He hugged his pillow. "I've missed you."

"Dude!" Emilio kicked Juan's leg. "I sleep naked."

The boy shrugged. "I've seen you naked before. And this is my bed. You can sleep on the floor if you like. So, how was your date?"

Emilio let out a grunt.

"Your first date was a disaster? How do you feel now? Wait — lemme switch on the light before I fall asleep." Juan reached for the night light. Emilio squeezed his eyes against the bright light. The moment Juan looked at Emilio's face, his eyes almost popped out. "What the hell happened to you?"

"Angry sister," he muttered. "It was stupid. I wanted to bang Alex's sister. I knew she would be pissed but Jip is hot."

The words barely seemed to reach Juan. Absently, he lifted his hand and brushed his fingertips across the swelling on his cheekbone. "Does it hurt?"

Emilio stared at him. What the fuck was he doing? "I'm fine," he muttered eventually. "She's gonna beat the shit outta me Sunday."

"Hmm..." His hand descended, caressing the stubble on Emilio's jaw.

"What the fuck are you doin'?" Emilio had wanted to snap at him, but his voice was shaking.

"We had a guy's night and we were doing some truth and dare game and I had to tell 'em which guy I'd kiss if I had to choose. So I told them I'd kiss Isa since he looks like a girl. But I was thinking of you."

"Right. This is fucking gay."

Juan chuckled — or maybe he was more giggling. "Aren't you curious?"

"To what?"

"What it feels like to do... stuff with a guy?"

"No. Fuck off."

Juan stared at him.

Emilio swallowed, suddenly feeling nervous.

"You're too chicken?"

Emilio didn't answer. He avoided Juan's gaze, his heart was slamming in his chest.

"You're curious too, huh?" He brushed Emilio's lips with his thumb. "Nobody will ever know. Our little secret." He laughed quietly. "Shall we do it?"

Emilio held his breath as his eyes wandered to Juan's. "You're fucking serious, huh?"

"Hmm-hmm." He leaned closer to Emilio, his lips an inch away from Emilio's. "Last chance," he whispered.

Kissing a guy... It had never crossed his mind. He already felt sick when he saw two kissing guys on tv, let alone that he'd ever considered doing it himself. And yet... Right at this moment, he couldn't remember why it had disgusted him. His glance shot from Juan's lips to his brown eyes. His wide pupils told him he was high and he knew his friend would never have done this when he was sober. He had a girlfriend, for fuck's sake. He however was too weak to come up with that argument out loud. Juan's hand slightly pressed against his bruised jaw; despite the pain, he didn't want his friend to pull his hand away.

When Emilio made no move to kiss him, the look in Juan's eyes changed. Was he disappointed? No — why would he? A gnawing feeling awoke in his stomach as his friend muttered something inaudible. Did he really want to go through with this? Wasn't this fucking weird? When Juan moved his lips away from Emilio's, Emilio's instincts took over. Laying a hand against his friend's neck, he pulled his face back.

Their lips met. Hesitantly, but exactly because of that it felt like a conscious decision. Somehow he expected to feel a deep disgust and he was ready to push Juan away, but there were no such feelings. In some way, it felt familiar, as if their friendship was so strong there were no boundaries. He relaxed a little, pressing kisses against Juan's lips until he opened his mouth, brushing his tongue across Emilio's bottom lip.

A tingling spread through his mouth and woke up his tongue, which curiously sought for that of his friend. Despite the countless girls he'd kissed, he had never been so aware of a kiss. A glowing heat spread through his body, even his toes curled down. He liked it. He was making out with his best friend and he liked it. A lot.

Juan probably came to the same conclusion, for the kiss started to become more heated. Emilio's fingertips slightly caressed Juan's neck and he took a deep breath when his friend laid a hand against his chest. The touch sped up his breathing, his muscles tensed beneath Juan's touch. He wanted to feel him everywhere.

The thought shocked him, in such an obvious way that Juan broke the kiss. Emilio regretted it immediately, which only confused him more.

"What is it?" Juan asked. His hand glided down until it reached his lowest ribs before it slipped back upwards until his fingers brushed his collarbone. The caress made him close his eyes. His breathing faltered when Juan bent over him and started to kiss his neck until he reached his ear. "I know you better than anyone," he whispered. "I know you love this."

His words caused a pang in his stomach.

"Relax," Juan laughed. "You act like a virgin dude."

He wondered if the virgins he used to sleep with were also feeling so confused. "Well, in this matter I am a virgin," he muttered. Which I'd like to keep that way.

He didn't say these last words out loud, for right now, he had no idea what he wanted.

"I've never done this before either."

"You're high and drunk." With a sigh, he pushed Juan away. "Do you even realize you're cheating on your girl?"

"With you?" He chuckled. "She will laugh about this."

And with good reason. This was making no sense at all.

"Come on, E... We've done stupid things when we were drunk before. Wait — there's a bottle of Passoa in the fridge. Drink it."

"Damn it, you really want this, don't you?" Emilio asked in disbelief.

Juan laughed. "Yeah, the kiss was good." He was lying on his side, his left hand supporting his head. His other hand wandered across Emilio's stomach, his forefinger circling around his navel now and then. Emilio knew very well Juan's hand was only a few inches away from his waist. The thought made his whole body glow. A thrilling desire raced through his veins and he pushed all his doubts away. He started to kiss Juan again, this time more confident. The kiss was rough, his teeth were tugging at Juan's lip, and the other way around. He moaned when his excitement increased, which encouraged Juan to kiss his neck. Goosebumps spread across his body; now and then he tended to become ecstatic as if he was tripping.

Maybe he was. Maybe the both of them were so fucking high he didn't even remember taking some stuff. Maybe all of this only happened in his head.

Juan shoved his hand further down. Right below his belly button, he stopped. Without giving it real thought, Emilio pushed his arm further down. He was so hard it almost hurt. A moan slipped his lips as Juan's fingers stroked his manhood. "Damn boy. You're already drippin'."

For the first time in his life, someone managed to make him blush in bed. Once again he felt the urge to stop, but right when he wanted to turn away, Juan grabbed him and started to pump his hand up and down.

All the heavy feelings Emilio was experiencing made him curse, and he let out a wronged grunt when Juan pulled his hand away.

"I knew you'd love this," Juan whispered in his ear before moving his lips to his neck again.

Emilio didn't know what to say or do when Juan's lips descended down his collarbone and explored his chest. His hand rested on the back of Juan's head and he moaned quietly when Juan's tongue lapped his nipple.

"Fuck," he grunted, panting. Every inch Juan's lips moved further down, unleashed a new load of heat. There were tinglings everywhere; he was aware of every touch and he didn't understand why he'd never felt like this before. When his friend reached his waist, he held his breath.

He might be high and drunk, but he still had some borders, right?

Apparently not, for he felt his soft lips against his heated skin. The tip of Juan's tongue stroked the most sensitive part of his body. He couldn't take his gaze away from Juan. There was no reluctance; his confidence was a huge turn-on.

Suddenly, Juan looked up. His smirk, his confidence... For a moment he believed that it was Mateo who was looking at him. The thought of Juan's older brother made his cock throb in anticipation. He pressed himself closer to Juan, burning with impatience now.

"Do — do it," he stammered as Juan kept staring at him with his dark eyes.

An arrogant grin crossed his lips. Fuck — since when did he look so much like his brother? Did he catch a glimpse of how Juan would be when the chaos in his head was silent and he was no longer questioning everything and everyone?

"Do what?" he said in a teasing tone.

"Lick me. Suck me. I don't fucking care; this is torture man."

Juan chuckled. "Looks like Emilio is finally back in tha house."

Emilio wanted to make a smartass comment, but he forgot about it when Juan dipped his head and started to lick and kiss his trembling excitement.

Emilio raised himself on his elbows and watched Juan's head bobbing up and down, taking more and more of him. A paralyzing feeling traveled through his stomach and chest.

Damn — this felt so good. So fucking good. Even though this was Juan's first time, he knew exactly what Emilio liked. Was it always like this between men? Because they knew how it felt, while a girl could only guess at it?

His breathing fell heavier, his arms started to shake.

He squeezed his eyes, arched his back. Even with closed eyes, he could still see Juan's face. He imagined Mateo in this bed; they were sucking him in turns. As he caught himself in his own fantasy, his cheeks turned flaming red, but the pleasure quickly took over. Shivers rolled through his body, his head became empty, was filled with impulses of pleasure. He moaned, harder and harder, no longer caring about what name he was calling out. He didn't think of anything anymore, he was in complete ecstasy when his body started to tremble and he released his heat in Juan's mouth.

Panting he kept lying there, a deep feeling of contentment and happiness rolled over him.