Q flopped onto the sofa, making himself comfortable; it was a simple action and one that Sal had seen countless times but it still make his heart jolt.
"Grab us some glasses man, I'm in the mood to get fucked with my best friend".
Sal sighed but did as he was told, walking through to the kitchen and picking up two glasses and a bag of chips. He handed one cup over before helping himself to a healthy measure of whiskey. He eased himself into the seat next to Q and took a mouthful of booze, allowing it to coat his tongue, the familiar burning in his throat a welcome distraction to what his thoughts were telling him to do to the guy sat less than a foot away from him.
"Busy day today?", Brian asked, helping himself to a handful of chips and a gulp of whiskey.
"I guess you could say that...", replied Sal, his words trailing off as he watched Brian lean forward for more chips, his shirt raising up slightly to reveal a sneak peak of skin. Skin which Sal so desperately wanted to touch. "How about you?" He said hastily.
"Yeh it's been hectic, I'm glad to finally just get to chill out!" Q replied, topping up his drink already.
The two mean continued talking and laughing about what was going on in their lives whilst knocking back the bottle of whiskey that Q has supplied.
"Shit man, I've gotta piss so bad", groaned Q, standing up quickly and slurring his words from the amount of whiskey he had consumed.
As he moved towards the toilet, he stumbled and knocked into the table by the sofa, the lamp on it wobbling and nearly falling over.
"Jeez Q, be careful what you're doing!", whined Sal, hastily moving to catch it before any damage was done.
"You're awfully touchy tonight! What's up with you?!", mocked Brian, swaying on the spot as he spoke and dragging his fingers through his hair.
"Nothing.." mumbled Sal, looking down at the floor and not wanting to look Brian in the eyes.
"Bullshit, you've been weird all night! Now are you going to tell me what's wrong?" Brian said, taking a step closer to Sal, his smile fading for the first time all night and his brown eyes looking concerned.
"I... it's nothing", Sal said, his voice trailing off as he avoided the intense gaze of the man opposite him.
Sal felt the warm fingers of the other man wrap around his wrist as he moved to leave the room.
"You can't get away from me that easy.." Q said, his voice barely a whisper by this point.
"Brian let go of me, you're hurting me!", complained Sal, trying to twist himself out of the grip of his friend.
"Good". Was all Sal heard in response.
