The Fire in My Heart

Alcohol courses through Devon’s veins. He hasn’t drunk this much since right after that terrible night. The brunet shakes his head. Tonight isn’t a night to think about that. Tonight is a night to get completely drunk and have fun for once. Devon can’t really remember the last time he had any fun. For the past two years, all he has been doing is helping his grandma and going to school. Damn. It’s been that long now since he’s been truly happy?
The short man’s feet stumble a bit as he goes for another drink. Somehow he makes it to the kitchen without bumping into anyone. Devon grabs another red cup and starts gulping it down. The brunet starts choking on it. He starts coughing in order to try to get the liquid out of his lungs. He doesn’t think that anyone is paying attention to the fact that he’s probably dying until a hand come in contact with his back and helps him through it. Finally, he’s able to breathe normally again.
Devon turns around to face his hero. Wow. This guy looks kind of familiar. He doesn’t know why he does, but he thinks it has something to do with the blond chunks in his hair. It looks really interesting and unique. Devon’s body starts to wobble a bit, but the stranger puts his hand on his shoulder to keep him steady. Damn. Now this guy has made sure that he didn’t fall down. He’s so kind, and... and he’s kind of cute.
“Are you OK?” the stranger asks him. Even his voice is cute.
“Yeah,” Devon slurs back. “Are you OK?”
“Um, I’m fine.”
The shorter man squints his eyes. “You look kind of familiar.”
“I have some classes with you. My name is Jack.”
“Devon. You know, you’re really cute.”
“Um, thanks. Wow. You’re really drunk.”
Devon chuckles before resting his free hand on the taller guy’s waist. “Well, you’re not drunk enough.” He shoves his cup towards Jack. “Here. Drink some of this. It will make it more fun for later.”
“What’s happening later?”
The short twenty-year-old removes his hand off of Jack’s waist and uses it to pull Jack’s face to his level quickly. Just as swiftly, he places his lips onto Jack’s. It’s pretty sloppy because of Devon’s lack of control, and it tastes a lot like Jack Daniels maybe. Ha, that’s funny. Jack tastes like Jack! Good one, Devon. Good one. When Devon takes his mouth off of Jack’s, he smirks at how the taller man’s face is slightly pink and his eyes are still closed.
The green-eyed man whispers against the others lips. “What’s happening later is that I’m going to be choking again, but this time it’s going to be on your cock.”
Jack quickly pulls away. “You drunk. You don’t know what you’re saying.”
“I’m saying that I want your dick down my throat. I know what that means. Again, you’re just not drunk enough. Now, let’s play a game of beer pong to help you get more like that.”
Devon grabs the brown-eyed boy’s hand and starts to pull him over to where the game is set up. Surprisingly, his classmate doesn’t try to pull away at all. He follows just like a puppy on a leash. This guy kind of does look like a puppy. He didn’t think that he liked beastiality, but he sees to like it for this big-eyed puppy. Devon giggles at the thought.
After the game is over, Devon is probably one of the drunkest people at the party, and Jack is finally drunk. Of course, he’s still that level of drunk where you still have some control. Does he want to show that he has some control? Devon doesn’t know it, but Jack doesn’t want to show that he has some control. The shorter man might make him do another when he really just wants to take him upstairs. He’s drunk enough, so he’s at the point where the moral of doing something sexual is out. Jack just wants Devon to pull his pants down and do what he said he was going to do.
“Are you drunk enough now?” Devon somehow slurs and giggles at the same time. Jack didn’t even know that was possible.
“Yeah,” the taller man slurs back.
“Good. Now, let’s get this show on the road.”
The green-eyed man grabs the other man’s hand just like before and takes him up the stairs. Fuck. All of the rooms are taken. Devon was hoping that he'd get a room because a bed is more comfy. He wasn’t really sure if he was going to take things further or not, and a bed would have made it a lot more easier. Oh well, there is still the bathroom.
Devon pulls Jack into the bathroom with him and locks the door behind him. As soon as it’s locked, he takes ahold of Jack and pushes him against the door with a little too much force. Jack whimpers a little bit but finds himself just getting even more turned on. Lips smash together in a dirty way, and tongue is quickly added to the mix, but kisses isn’t enough. Devon pulls on of his legs in between Jack’s and starts grinding on him. The hottest thing yet is that Jack starts to moan in his mouth. Damn.
Enough with the liplocking. The twenty-year-old wants something else in his mouth other than a tongue. He drops right to his knees and takes the taller man’s belt off. His fingers unto the button and starts to unzip them. Jack starts to take his shirt off, but Devon shakes his head.
“Shirt stays on. I don’t know why, but still having clothes on makes it seem even dirtier.”
Jack does as he’s told, so Devon finishes unzipping the brown-eyed man’s pants. He pulls the black skinny jeans down far enough to get his cock out. Devon is about ready to drool at the sight of it. Jack blushes as Devon just stares at it for a second before he smirks and starts sucking on just the head. His tongue goes over the slit over and over again. This has Jack moaning, and his hands make their way into the brown hair of the man on his knees for him. Devon starts to take him down further and further until he’s all the way down. Jack never took Devon for the kind of guy that could deep throat. Hell, he can’t even do it himself. He’s never actually sucked a guy off, but he has experimented with a banana to see how far he could go down though.
Devon’s head bobs in an uneven tempo, but Jack doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he finds his hips moving in a similar one. They keep this up until Devon pulls away with a “pop”. The taller man has no idea why he stopped. He was just about to finish! The green-eyed man stands back up again and gives Jack a peck on the lips.
“I want this to be a little bit comfy,” Devon tells him with that little grin on his face. “I’m going to look to see if any of the rooms are open yet.”
Jack gives him a little nod, and Devon slips out the door after giving Jack another peck on the lips. He’s really going to do this, isn’t he? He’s really going to have full on sex with Devon. He never thought the say would come, but it seems that it has.
The shorter man comes back to find that Jack is stroking himself and moaning softly. Fuck it. He doesn’t need a bedroom. He’ll just fuck this cute guy in this bathroom. There’s a seat after all, so maybe it won’t be that bad. It might be... comfy.
“Well, there are no bedrooms,” Devon tells Jack as he replaces the brown-eyed man’s hand with his own. “However, I think that seat will be comfy enough. Why don’t you start stretching yourself out for me?”
Yeah, Jack is really going to do this...

Notes

Sorry this took forever. I took some time off, but look what I wrote. I wrote a bit of smut. Chapter two of the original one had a full on scene, but I have a idea in my head for the next chapter.
I hope ya like it!