There were three in the car, just like there were three in the bathroom and three on the bench. Carly was sitting at shotgun, leaving Thomas in the backseat, but even though this was not his preferred option, he felt like going all over the place. He stuck between the front seats, then shifted and laid down the row of backseats. What got him more accelerated was the blasting music and the windows down, he couldn’t stop kicking the car’s floor rhythmically, following the bass of the songs. The three of them were shouting at the top of their lungs, burning alcohol and energy.

"Fuck. I want to kiss someone." Thomas stuck his head out of the window. "WAKE UP KRU-FUCKING-GHYS, I WANT TO KISS SOMEONE" he laughed like a maniac, in such a high-pitch voice, it turned mute once it went way up to his range. His face was flushed red from the effort.

"Be careful with that" Sam rolled the back windows up, preventing Thomas from breaking his neck and saving the night from a gore experience.

"I wanna make ooout." He whined in response as if Sam just cut his chances of kissing the whole town by shutting the window. 

"Dude” Thomas caught Sam’s eyes from the rear-view mirror.  “Then just kiss someone", he said in such a simple and clear way, it gave the impression of someone who was used to getting whatever —whoever— he wanted, whenever he had an itch to scratch. 

"I can't, he's too far away" Thomas mumbled in a low voice, almost unintelligible, as if he had given up on both his cravings and talking.

"Thomas has a boyfriend" Carly said as she turned the volume down a little, so they could speak better.

"He does?" Thomas caught a spark of curiosity on the way Sam asked.

"Yeah, but they are long-distance" Carly turned to check on Thomas and held his hand in a motherly way, because he had suddenly felt quiet.  

"I wanna kiss someoooooone.” Thomas whined again, like a child's tantrum starts once they get the attention back to themselves, although Thomas was still pretending he didn't hear them talk.

"Call your boyfriend, Thomas!! He's the one that should hear your mood swings." Carly said while rocking his hand as if this could help him snap out of this ‘sad-but horny-and drunk state’. She faced Sam again, and talked in a lower tone. "He won’t shut up, I think it will be better if I stay at his tonight."

"Okay, I'll drop you both, tell me where it is." Sam tried to hide a sight.

The rest of the ride, Thom kept singing and being unapologetically obnoxious, while Sam and Carly kept whispering and sharing warm smiles between them.

Depending on the song, the three of them sang along to the chorus, imitating the notes of the instruments. Carly took the role of the guitars, playing the imaginary strings into the air with mastery. Sam played the drums, tapping the wheel with his thumps, while Thomas was clearly the best main singer of the band, doing extravagant poses while holding a pen he found in the back. It was fun.

They were in the middle of one of ‘the best songs ever' —based on both Carly and Thomas's opinion— when they got to Thomas’s condo. Sam parked outside to listen and ‘play’ the rest of it, because what type of monster would cut a song in the middle? 

"We are here." Carly said as if they hadn't been parking there for more than 5 minutes already. "Thank you so much." She unbuckled and leaned to kissed Sam's cheek. She had a brig grin on, kept even during the tiny peck.

"Byeeeee, Saaaammm." Thomas was already out of the car, blowing kisses while holding the door, copying Carly's smooches.

Next thing he knows, he was throwing up into the toilet all the mixture of beverages and smokes. He felt Carly’s hand caressing his back, keeping him stable even if she was feeling dizzy too.

“This is the fucking worst.” His voice was hoarse from the struggle, his chin dirty with vomit.

“Don’t tell me about it, do you think you got it all out?” She was pinching her nose, sure that this would help her keep the inevitable gag reflex.

“I’m going to take a shower.” He said as he unbuttoned his shirt.

“Okay, big boy. That’s a good idea. I’m going to catch some sleep on your couch, okay? Please wake me up if you feel like dying.”

“I always feel like dying.”

“Likewise. But you know what I mean.” Thomas hummed in response and she tapped his back before leaving.

Thomas was glad she decided to stay, but as he got up from the floor to clean his face and brush his teeth, a guilty conscience started to fill his mind and his chest. He knew he had been third-wheeling all along the night, keeping Carly from having a proper date with Sam. They could've hooked up in the bathroom, in the car, back at Carly’s room, but Thomas was in all those places tagging along like a nasty little tick.

He looked in the mirror and saw his image blurry, he was not wearing his glasses and the alcohol made everything spin to the left. The dreadful feeling of guilt was now creeping into his skin, making him feel dirtier than he was.

Thomas felt physically better once he got in the shower, but his thoughts started to spiral. Digging deeper into his mind, he noticed his guilty feelings came from a bigger root. For a moment of clarity, he recognized his exact issue. It was not him being the third wheel and sticking to his friend all through the night, rather than the intense attraction he felt for Sam. Thomas couldn’t understand it, but just thinking about it made his body tingle again. Goosebumps covered his arms and neck, blood rushed to his lower parts.

He recalled Sam’s eyes looking into his while painting circles on Carly’s back with the tip of his nose and the softness of his lips. Thomas had touched the back of his wavy hair, the back of his neck. Intrusive thoughts wondered how Sam would look like if he had touched his lips too, he pictured him licking them gently and slowly sucking the tip of his index. Thomas would push it deeper, add his middle finger, tease his tongue, make him suck them better.

His thoughts wondered how Sam would look like kneeled in front of him. Thomas would grab his soft hair and push his hips forward, and Sam would glance up with the same intensity he did earlier.

Alcohol helped Thomas picture the image more vividly than he would’ve in a clear state, making his hips grind, following the fantasy. He loved to be teased and tease back, so he didn’t fell into the urge of stroking himself until he was almost on the edge of desperation. 

As the imagination continued with Sam taking him whole into his mouth, Thomas pushed into his hand. He was fucking himself, the same way he would have fucked Sam’s mouth. Giving him some breaks to catch his breath, thrusting harder when he felt on the verge of coming. 

"Fuck." His low moans echoed softly on the bathroom walls, and he shuddered on the last stroke. Climax left his head empty, absent of the previous guilt and remorse. 

Thomas cleaned his mess and got out, leaving his issues for the next morning. He put some boxers on and fell on the bed with a loud thud. Carly was already snoring on the couch, he didn't take long to join her.