[His body was buzzing pleasantly from the tequila and he takes another drink before placing the bottle on the coffee table. Sitting back he looks at Max, at the frown on his face. He can practically see the wheels turning as he tries to figure out what he did wrong.

If Max only knew how much mental gymnastics it took to not have a raging hard on right now he probably wouldn’t be feeling so put out but the two of them were nothing if not competitive.]

Aw, cheer up, pookie. Your tongue works just fine. Trust me. [He smirks at Max and reaches out to pat him on the cheek before grabbing Max’s hand and bringing it to his lap. He presses Max’s palm over his cock, letting him feel just how affected he is. Maybe it was wildly stupid but he had had enough tequila now to take the edge off his voice of reasoning and he could still feel Max’s mouth on him. It was hard not to wonder what else that mouth could do.]

I didn’t think you accepted defeat that easily, Evans. [He releases Max’s hand with a shrug.]

Hey, women are great. I wouldn’t say no but I get it. Ever since Alex…I don’t know, man. Maybe he ruined me a bit. There’s something about being with another man that just feels so fucking good. And possessive is hot. Shit, it’s been so long. I haven’t been with anyone since…well, it’s been a while.