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The double doors fly open and Trevor and Michael stumble in drunk, giggling and holding onto each other. Michael’s house is dead silent and dimly lit. They make their way upstairs and into the master bedroom.
Trevor shoves Michael and the older man stumbles and falls on the bed. Trevor’s wolfish grin only widens and he drops his loose sweatpants to reveal he isn’t wearing any underwear (he usually isn’t). Michael grabs the younger man’s bony hips and pulls him towards him. He plans a sloppy kiss on Trevor’s treasure trail. The only downside to being incredibly intoxicated, besides nausea and headaches, is not being able to get an erection.
In the hopes that Michael’s dick can handle booze better, Trevor drops down to his knees. Michael watches as the younger man tries to unzip his pants. It’s adorable how impatient Trevor is, how red his face is and how he can’t help but sigh lovingly when he finally sees Michael’s cock.
With no hesitation, Trevor swallows down the flaccid length and starts slobbering on it like a well-seasoned pornstar. He slides his hands under the cuffs of Michael’s dress pants to slowly feel up and down his strong calves. Michael’s breathing quickens and he reaches forward to guide Trevor’s head. His fingers rake through the thin hair. The strands feel slick like Trevor hasn’t showered in a while (what a surprise). Michael chuckles quietly and Trevor looks up at him, swollen lips still wrapped around his girth.
“You’re…great” Michael slurs with the sincerest smile Trevor has seen in a decade. Trevor takes a deep breath through his nose and gets back to the task at hand. His response is muffled and followed by a noisy slurp but Michael can make out his own name anytime, in any state of mind.
Michael moans when Trevor hollows his cheeks and sucks harder. The younger man pulls up shortly, disappointed that Michael isn’t even half hard yet. Trevor grunts and nuzzles the limp phallus, breathing in the scent and drooling over it like a dog. For a moment he just licks anything he can, from Michael’s balls to the underside of his belly.
Thinking Trevor is done trying to get him off, Michael closes his eyes to rest them. Maybe he should've skipped that extra pint of beer he had at the bar. He already knows he’s going to have the worst hangover tomorrow but so is Trevor so at least he doesn’t have to suffer alone.
Michael's eyes shoot open when wet heat engulfs his cock again. Trevor is really forcing himself down, drool dripping and teeth scraping sensitive skin. He gags when the tip hits the back of his throat a little too hard but he doesn’t shy away, instead, he doubles down and lets Michael jab his uvula repeatedly. Michael gasps when he feels a burning sensation on his cock. He freezes for a second when he realizes Trevor is throwing up. The younger man pulls away lazily and coughs before he blows chunks again, ruining the white carpet below them.
“Fuck- my fuckin' dick! Shit”
Trevor stands up and stumbles back against the desk. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand while looking at Michael through watery eyes. Michael stands up and cleans some of the vomit off of himself with Trevor’s pants that were lying on the floor. He looks up to meet Trevor’s gaze and even though the younger man looks mostly confused, he can sense his emotions stirring.
"I-it’s fine…shit” Michael sputters and puts his hands on Trevor’s shoulders. He briefly looks down at his own crotch. He needs to take a shower right now or he’ll throw up as well. Michael guides Trevor to the bed. Trevor whimpers and digs his nails into Michael’s arm.
“Relax, don't…don't" Michael mutters. Trevor mumbles something incoherent. It could be an apology or a simple statement, perhaps a declaration of love. As soon as Trevor falls on the mattress, Michael hurries to the bathroom. He takes a cold shower while holding onto the wall to keep his balance. Strangely, the shower doesn’t sober him up like it usually would.
Michael doesn’t bother putting on any clothes. He looks in the bathroom mirror and chuckles. What a ridiculous night he has had. Trevor is never going to hear the end of it. Michael walks back to the bedroom where Trevor is lying on his stomach at the edge of the bed so his legs are not completely on it. Michael pats the younger man’s bare butt to get his attention. Luckily Trevor hasn’t completely passed out yet and he moves further onto the bed so Michael can lie next to him and pull the covers over them.
Trevor turns to his other side and cuddles up against Michael’s side and rests his hand on the man’s stomach. With their legs tangled up together and bodies sharing heat, they let the night fade away into tomorrow’s hangover.