DRUNK

SKY'S POV

As I pulled into the parking lot, the neon sign of the bar flickered with promise against the dusky evening sky. It seemed like the kind of place where stories were born, where the air was thick with whispers of adventures yet to unfold. I cut the engine and stepped out into the crisp night air, feeling the anticipation hum beneath my skin.

Pushing open the heavy wooden door, I was immediately enveloped in warmth and the murmur of voices. The interior of the bar was a symphony of dim lights and shadows, with worn leather booths lining the walls and a long, polished bar stretching out before me. The air was heavy with the scent of whiskey and old memories, mingling with the comforting aroma of sizzling food from the kitchen.

I made my way through the crowd, weaving between clusters of people huddled over drinks and laughter. The sound of glasses clinking and laughter filled the air, punctuated by the occasional burst of music from the jukebox in the corner.

Finally, I found myself at a small table by the window, the glass fogged slightly from the warmth within. I settled into the worn wooden chair, feeling the weight of the day begin to lift from my shoulders. Outside, the street was alive with the hustle and bustle of city life, but here in the cozy confines of the bar, I felt a sense of peace settle over me.

As I watched the world pass by outside, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for this little oasis of calm in the midst of chaos. With a contented sigh, I leaned back in my chair, ready to lose myself in the comforting embrace of the night.

As I settled into my seat by the window, a waiter approached with a gentle smile, breaking the silence with the question, "What will you have, sir?"

"A whiskey or gin will do," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

"In a minute," she said, before turning to leave.

As I watched her walk away, the weight of loneliness settled over me like a heavy blanket. I knew that once I left this bar, I would return to an empty house, to a life devoid of the warmth of companionship.

She returned with the drink, placing it gently on the table before me. I nodded my thanks and began to drink, letting the burn of the alcohol numb the ache in my chest.

I drank until I could no longer stand, but still, I staggered to my feet, determination mingling with the haze of intoxication. Grabbing my car keys amidst my drunken fumbling, I stumbled out into the night.

As I staggered down the street, lost in a fog of self-pity and despair, I felt a sudden jolt as I brushed against someone. Looking up, I saw him – Liam.

"Sky, we meet again," he said, concern etching lines into his brow as he took in my condition. "Why the hell did you drink this much?"

"She left me," I muttered, a bitter laugh escaping my lips. "Ha! No one loves me."

He shook his head, his expression a mix of frustration and sympathy. "Let's get you home," he said, taking my car keys and guiding me towards the vehicle.

In the car, the world spun around me as I struggled to focus. "Am I such a waste, Liam?" I slurred, my words slurred and heavy with emotion. "Tell me, don't I deserve love?"

"Hey, Sky, calm down," Liam said gently, his voice a soothing balm against the turmoil within me. "You're a good guy."

But I couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness, the gnawing doubt that lingered at the edges of my consciousness. "Can't you love me?" I asked, my words desperate and pleading. "I think I like you, but you're a man, and that can never happen, right?"

Liam sighed, his grip tightening on the steering wheel as he navigated the darkened streets. "Sky," he said softly, "love knows no boundaries. But right now, you need to focus on getting home safely."

"You're just like them," I murmured, my words a bitter echo of the pain that gnawed at my soul. "They all leave me."

Liam glanced at me, his gaze filled with a mixture of compassion and understanding. He reached out a hand, resting it gently on my shoulder.

"Sky," he said softly, "sometimes people leave, but that doesn't mean you're unworthy of love."

But I shook my head, tears stinging my eyes as I felt the weight of loneliness pressing down on me like a suffocating blanket. "It's always the same," I whispered, my voice trembling with emotion. "They promise to stay, but in the end, they always leave."

Unable to fight the exhaustion that tugged at my eyelids, I leaned back against the seat, allowing the darkness to envelop me. The tears slipped silently down my cheeks as I drifted into a fitful sleep.

LIAM'S POV

As I drove Sky to his apartment, his drunken confession echoed in my mind, stirring up a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, mingling with the scent of alcohol that permeated the car. I couldn't shake the feeling of both gratification and sorrow that washed over me.

Sky, usually so composed and in control, was now a vulnerable shell of himself, his defenses shattered by the influence of alcohol. Hearing him pour out his heart, his voice trembling with emotion, broke something inside me. It was as if I was glimpsing a hidden part of him, a part that he kept guarded from the world.

My heart ached with empathy for him, for the pain he must have endured, for the wounds that still haunted him. I couldn't help but feel a sense of pity for his broken soul, for the scars left by those who had hurt him in the past. How could someone so kind and caring have been subjected to such cruelty?

Pulling up to his apartment building, I helped Sky out of the car, his steps unsteady as he leaned on me for support. Each stumble felt like a blow to my heart, a stark reminder of his vulnerability. Guiding him inside, I was struck by the stark contrast between the confident man I knew and the fragile figure before me now.

Once in his room, I carefully undressed him, my movements slow and deliberate. There was an intimacy in this act, a tenderness that spoke volumes of the bond we shared. I could barely control my arousal as I undressed him . I couldn't hold myself and I saw his well toned arbs and his crotch, I know it was rude to stare but i couldn't help it. As I tucked him into bed, I couldn't help but linger for a moment, watching over him with a mixture of love and concern. 

As I turned to leave, Sky's hand grasped mine with unexpected strength, his voice pleading in his sleep. "Please don't leave me," he murmured, his words filled with a desperate longing. My heart clenched at the raw vulnerability in his tone.

"I am here, Sky," I whispered, my voice barely more than a breath. "I'm not leaving." With gentle strokes, I caressed his head, hoping to soothe the turmoil that plagued his dreams.

Feeling a sudden surge of determination, I shed my trousers and shirt, discarding the barriers between us. Slipping under the covers, I nestled beside him, our bodies fitting together as if they were always meant to be. My crotch was hard beneath the sheets as I cuddled him. I could not resist the temptation of my dick touching his sexy ass, but I had to control as I woke up and had a cold shower.

In the shower I couldn't help but wonder what Sky was doing to me, the sudden arousal when our bodies touched. The cold shower barely helped and I later slid back in the sheets and slept. Barely had I slept than someone touched my crotch, "Sky, what're you doing?" "You're drunk for Christ's sake!"

"Don't you want this, you're hard as fuck," he said holding my dick. "Stop this Sky" I shouted, but I didn't want him to stop. He took off his clothes with great difficulty and started  licking my body all the way to my hard throbbing dick in my boxers. He removed my boxer and my dick jumped, he cupped it in his hand and shoved it in his mouth. "Ah! Sky!" a moan escaped my mouth as he sucked it like his life entirely depended on it.

"Fuck me, Liam" he said as this caught me off guard. Without a second thought,he was already arching for me, his sexy ass, a temptation I couldn't resist. I was already burning with a burst of emotions and lust, I licked his ass as he moaned, then used massage oil as lube and penetrated  slowly in his hole.

He was tight as fuck, and i know i had to take it slow and allow him to adjust to the pain. "Fuck me daddy." He managed to say amidst moans. I was slow and steady until he said" harder.....fuck me hard!" I increased my movements as I felt his walls contracting, "fuck... I'm so close" I burst my huge load in him later fell on him trying to catch my breath.