Oscar sniffles. I press my lips to his head and kiss him. “I love you, Brandon, for so many reasons. But your heart…dare I say it’s bigger than your dick.” A bark of laughter escapes me as I clutch him tighter.
“I’d like to think I’ve made a difference in a few lives over the years. I’ve accomplished a lot in my various roles. But Ty and Lyndell…they are what I am most proud of. Fighting for them, giving them a chance at the life they deserve…that will always be my greatest accomplishment.”
“I love you, Brandon. I’m in awe of you.”
“Because of my dick?” He smacks my chest, leaning his head down on my shoulder. “I love you too.” We’re interrupted by a knock on my door. Oscar tries to flee his seat on my lap, but I hold him still. I don’t give a flying fuck who is on the other side of that door. I love him. I’m proud to be his boyfriend.
“Come in.” The door opens slowly; Jenna’s tear-filled face fills the gap.
“I hate this season.” She spits out, stomping into my office and slamming the door like the petulant teenagers we coach. “I can’t believe this shit is happening!” She sits next to us on the couch, squeezing in. “Three of my cheerleaders! Three involved with Lyndell and Edee’s assault! What the fuck is in the water? Is there an epidemic of savage stupidity?”
I lean forward, looking at Jenna around Oscar’s body. “Wanna get drunk at my place?”
She thinks about it, biting the inside of her cheek as she debates internally. “Left or right?” she asks and I groan. I hate it when she does this.
“Left or right, what?” Oscar asks adorably, unfamiliar with Jenna’s ridiculousness.
“Right,” I answer without explaining. He’ll figure it out soon enough.”
Jenna’s lips stretch into an obnoxious grin the Joker would envy. “Risk it is!”
“NO!” I bellow, my head back and eyes closed. Fate is a cruel mistress.
“The game Risk?” Oscar sits up in my lap, his voice laced with naïve excitement. “I’ve never played that.”
Hand on his chin, I turn his head and meet his eyes imploring, “Run!”
“It can’t be that bad, it’s just a board game.” He kisses me, then glances at Jenna as if worried he’s crossed a line. She waves him off.
“Kiss him while you can, he’ll be bitching too much later for you to try.” Jenna stands up, patting Oscar’s leg. “I’ll get snacks and meet you at your place, Brandon.”
“Jen, get some beer, but we can’t overdo it. We’re going to see Lyndell tomorrow morning.”
She blinks innocently, her hand on her chest. “I never mix alcohol and world domination.”
Oscar 14.
“I love your friends.” I wave goodbye to Jenna as she drives down the road from Brandon’s house. We’ve spent the evening playing poker with Jenna, Brody, Lilly, and Lilly’s boss Adam. I can honestly say, I haven’t laughed this much in recent memory…a decade at least. Tonight, I wasn’t on the periphery of a friend circle, I was an integral part of it, and I cannot begin to express what that’s like.
Rare.
“My friends are your friends too!” Brandon sings as I help him up the steps of his front porch. He’s a little drunk. Ha! That’s an understatement. My boyfriend had fun tonight and he’s feeling no pain. Suddenly, he stands up straight, grabs onto my cheeks and squeezes with wide, fearful eyes. “I should have told them! I should have told them that you were mine and I was gonna do dirty things to your penis when we got home.” He leans in close and whispers, “And your asshole.” He tries to wink but blinks both eyes slowly. It’s charming and adorable and I’m wondering if you can get drunk by being near someone who is, like a contact high but with beer.
“I think the evening was perfect, Brandon, no romantic declarations required.”
“Ok. Ok. But I can still do things to your nether regions?”
“I’d be insulted if you didn’t.”
What follows is arguably the most hilarious sex of my entire life. Brandon was uninhibited and with a slight case of beer dick he went for hours while giving me orgasm after orgasm. At one point, he had to take a hydration break, did some naked stretches and dove back in. He had me all over his house, against every surface, and in all sorts of positions that put my agility to the test. All the while he kept up a running commentary that had me in stitches while gasping as his cock drilled my prostate.
I love Brandon Beiler, any and every day of the week, but Drunk Brandon holds a special place in my heart, and I’m looking forward to his next visit. Given how he felt the next morning…I’m thinking it might be a while before he makes a reappearance.
I glance up at my office door when someone knocks. I look at the clock with a frown. I have a meeting with a student in an hour, and I’ve never known a student to be early.
“Come in!”
My office door swings open and Lilly strides in all confidence and swagger. Her wide hips swaying in a black pencil skirt, a yellow silky top with a V-neck that accentuates her generous cleavage tastefully. Long blonde hair in a low chignon. I might be gay, but I can appreciate a beautiful woman, and Lilly Geddes is gorgeous. Brody is a lucky man and based on poker night, I know he’s more than aware of his good fortune.
