[Alcohol, and tequila in particular always was such a cruel and moody bitch. Naturally, Max would never have admitted defeat nor given up quite so easily, but it was his brother and he was trying to figure out if he actually should have done what he did in the first place.

Thank the goddess that Michael makes that decision so much easier for him. It still isn't as hard as he wanted it to be.]

But baby, You're not even all that hard. I figured with how you talked about those nipples of yours, you'd be ready to drill coal.

[This time he did what he was thinking and crawled over into Michael's lap, straddling him right there on the couch. He kept his hand where it was, and slowly slid it up and down. His voice had been sickly sweet, playfully as he spoke, teasing, even.

Sitting back some, he watched his brother as he talked, running his thumb up and down Michael's cock, making sure that by the time he let go, it was every bit as hard as his own. There's always one sure fire way to get a man hard, and it doesn't matter if it's cheating. It works.]

Really man? I thought you would have banged Alex when he was back. You two looked like you were back together again. I know he left, but I ... I don't know. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought him up.

[Without even thinking Max reaches up and lightly runs his thumb over Michael's bottom lip, watching the way those intelligent, hooded eyes move as they think. That's something Max has always admired, loved about Michael. He's always thinking, his brain never stops. It's a burden to be smart, to never stop thinking, to never be able to shut it off. Max knows. He leans in slowly and pauses.] I love it when alcohol makes your lips numb. Are yours as numb as mine are?

Do you want me to find out for you?