Sweet Dreams Tennessee

Drunken Love

"Why are you acting like this Alex?" I ask with a look of hurt disappointment plastered on my face.

"You think I like watching you feel up some bloke?" He practically yelled.

"Well you seemed to be staring quite a bit, so maybe you do," I sassed.

"Shut the fuck up Harmon," He hastily gathered me into a kiss. Oh how I'd longed for this moment again. His lips were soft and traced with tequila. His motions were brimming with desperation. It was obvious that the sensation was insatiable.

I felt like I'd been lit on fire. We moved in sync, his head to the left, mine the right. I ran my hands up his back and felt him getting the chills. I looped my fingers through his hair and gave it a little tug. Earning a sound from him which echoed into my throat.

"Christ not again you two." Shit. Matt had seen us kissing again, and the moment had been ruined, once more. The look in Alex's eyes said "we'll pick this up later. We're not done"

"Party's not over yet, get your arse back in here Turner," Nick calls. His head fell as he re-entered the neon-lit lobby. I really was done dancing. I was exhausted. On the contrary, the party had just began for Alex. Martini after martini. His alcohol tolerance was impeccable.

By three in the morning Alex was stumbling all over the place. I decided then that we were heading back. Matt and I basically carried the drunken fucker out the pub. Alex faced me and he smiled at me weakly with heavy eyelids.

"I love you Tenny" Alex slurred. My face heated up like the surface of the sun.

"For fucks sake Al you are drunk out your fucking mind," Matt jokes.

After we'd gotten Alex into bed we headed that direction ourselves. That is until Alex got up and sprinted to the toilet. Matt looked towards me and started to stand.

"I've got it Matt," I say walking to the toilet. As I step in I spot Alex with his head barely over the bowl throwing up. I don't say a word. Instead I sit next to him and caress his back up and down.

"Thanks." He spluttered rubbing his neck with a pale face. His little blurt from earlier plays in my head on loop. He doesn't love me. There's no way. That's just ridiculous. He hates my guts. I'm never going to let him live this down. He's never going to hear the end of this. I'll make sure to tell him when he's sober and able to remember.