Last Friday Night (ManxMan) ✔️

Chapter 19

There stands River, a vision in an unbuttoned shirt and an unbuckled belt. Hunter has to tear his eyes away from the peak of forbidden white fabric to find River's smoldering brown eyes.

"W-what are you doing here?"

River steps into the room and closes the door behind him.

River takes two slow steps toward him. Hunter can't hear anything over his own heartbeat. River's pants shift and now a band of fabric is exposed. Hunter can't pull his eyes away.

The older man's hand drags up Hunter's chest and Hunter's stomach quivers at the sensation.

"River, what's happening-"

He cuts Hunter off with a kiss and Hunter's restraint crumbles. His hands grab at anything he can reach. River's hair, shirt, ass. He pulls harder at his upper thighs and River's jumps to wrap his legs around him. The new position puts more pressure on the most sensitive part of him and Hunter groans. River pulls even harder at his hair and Hunter stumbles to regain balance. The two of them approach a wall and he has to reach out to keep them upright.

But the wall feels too rough to be in his bedroom. Hunter opens his eyes, finding himself outside of his condo. Hunter turns around and stumbles into someone behind him. His limbs are suddenly so hard to control and a heavy taste of liquor coats his tongue. His vision is blurry, everything feels weird, but he feels like he's talking?

River. He's talking to River.

River doesn't want him. River doesn't like him at all. Why doesn't River like him? Hunter's dragging himself up using River's body, reaching for the older man's shoulders.

"You want me to leave you alone and I-" Hunter hiccups, cutting into his words. "I'm the jerk that won't stop trying."

His climb complete, Hunter finds himself looking down at River who refuses to meet his eyes. With his hands still holding River's shoulders, he pulls River forward, who now looks at him with a startled stare. Then, River shakes his head, hair falling over conflicted eyes.

"No I . . . I do want you it's just-"

Hunter kisses him. He kisses him because even conflicted, River's eyes are the most beautiful they've ever looked. He kisses him because he's too drunk to focus on anything but those damp lips.

And River kisses him back, their tongues tangling and breaths mingling and- God! Hunter has to piss. He pulls out of River's arms, ignorant to the shorter man's dazed expression and races into his condo. Within seconds, he's stepping inside.

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Hunter gasped and sat up. His sheets were tangled uncomfortably around his body and the sunlight coming in through the window was making his skin feel sticky. It took Hunter a few moments to realize that he'd been dreaming. Or semi-dreaming. Because that second part felt too familiar, too detailed, for a dream. Why could Hunter remember the liquor on his tongue and the warmth of River's mouth?

That's when realization struck. The sun was never out when he woke up. He was late! Panicked, he tried to rush out his bed but got caught by those sheets. Hunter was still dragging the fabric behind him when he entered the bathroom.

But, as the day progressed, he couldn't forget that damn dream. Josh didn't work weekends so Hunter was alone for lunch, using every spare moment to recall that dream. It didn't make sense. Their first kiss was outside of River's apartment. Hunter was the sober one and River-