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College Party Part 2 ~ Rosenwalker

The car ride back home was relatively uneventful, and both Brian and Joey were just silently giggling and laughing to themselves. By the time they'd made it, Joey could stand up and walk on his own without any guidance from Joe. Brian had fallen asleep.

"Psst." Joe whispered, nuzzling Brian's shoulder as Joey slowly started climbing up the stairs to the apartment he shared with Brian.

Brian stirred, slightly, turning his head and smiling when he saw Joe. "Heeeyyyy."

"Can you walk?" Joe asked, taking Brian's seatbelt off.

"Totally." Brian said, remaining totally still. A moment of silent passed.

"Are you gonna?" Joe asked, with a smile.

"I can't." Brian admitted, flushing.

Joe laughed, scooping Brian up in his arms. "You're adorable."

"Is that a good thing?" Brian mumbled against Joe's chest.

"It's a very good thing my dude."

That made Brian smile as Joe carefully carried him up the stairs, meeting Joey right as he'd made it to the top.

Joey shakily opened the door, stumbling straight off to his room. Joe closed the door behind him as Joey yelled goodnight.

"Your room still off to the right?" Joe whispered to Brian through the darkness.

"Aw, you remember." Brian teased.

Joe rolled his eyes, still easily carrying the younger man in his arms as he crossed the apartment and nudged Brian's cracked door all the way open with his hip. He gently lay Brian down on his bed, but as he went to pull away, he felt Brian grab his arm. "Where are you going?" He whispered. "Don't go yet."

Joe was thankful that the room was dark, because he was sure that he was flushing horribly. "I'm gonna get you and Joey some water and stuff for the morning, cause you guys are definitely going to be hungover."

"Okay. Promise me you'll come back?" Brian pleaded.

Joe's face grew even warmer. "I swear. Try to relax and get comfortable."

Brian nodded, smiling as he hugged a pillow. Joe quickly exited his room, wiping the sweat off of his face. He was practically shaking from nerves. Part of him was worried that he'd gotten in way over his head with taking Brian home.

Ten minutes later he returned to Brian's room with two water bottles and ibuprofen. He peered at Brian through the darkness, smirking down at him. "You good?"

Brian flushed horribly, his shirt half off, but his arms had gotten stuck. "I'm grand. I'm amazing."

"You're stuck."

"Yup." Brian laughed, a little too hard.

"Need help?" Joe asked tentatively.

"If you don't mind?" Brian asked, his heart beating a million miles a minute at the thought of Joe taking his clothes off of him, even if nothing was going to happen.

"Of course not." Joe whispered, feeling very thankful that the room was dark so hopefully Brian wouldn't see his blush as he gently lifted Brian's arms up and pulled his shirt off of him. He couldn't just faintly make out Brian's shirtless figure; his porcelain skin shining in the dark, reflecting off of the moonlight coming in through the window.

"Any chance you could help with the pants too? Or are we crossing a line here? Sorry, I just hate sleeping in jeans. Can you just toss me some sweatpants? I'll figure the rest out on my own."