No Homo (a Phanfic)

Part 3- Definitely Drunk

"Yeah, we looked for you for a bit but it was a bit crowded." I yelled, straining to be heard.

"Well I'm glad you're here! Have a drink!" Pj handed my a red solo cup halfway filled with some clear liquid and I just had enough time to thank him before he moved on to hand out drinks to other dancers. I brought the cup up to my nose and let the crisp tang of vodka hit me. Maybe this was a good thing, after all, how often do I get a chance to dance with a girl. Maybe this will be, "socially lubricating." I closed my eyes, tilted my head back, and drank.

I must have dropped the cup once it was empty. My throat burned and a warmth filled my stomach that only occurred when I was on the verge of being drunk. The girl in front of me was still bouncing with her hands on my hips, clearly not intending to let go. I might as well have some fun.

My mind so clouded from alcohol it might as well have been blank. I pulled the girl closer and let her grind into me, letting myself enjoy the music. I was definitely sweating now, but I put my hands on her hips anyway. She was starting to get a little too touchy even for my comfort so I was glad when Pj came by and handed me another cup. I didn't even hesitate this time, just let the liquid pour into my mouth. Everything around me was starting to blur. The girl's outfit didn't even bother me anymore, I choose to embrace it, letting my hands wander. Through the pounding blurriness in my eyes I managed to get a glimpse of Phil, still in the chair, staring directly at me. He did NOT look happy.

I broke away from the girl without excusing myself and stumbled over to the sulking Phil. "Heyyy Mate." I managed to make my mouth say. "What's wrongg?" I mumbled, leaning onto the chair. I was less than an inch away from his face and I flung myself over the chair onto his lap. My mind was too foggy to know that I shouldn't. All I knew was that I wanted to be this close. Actually, I wanted to be closer.

"Nothing's wrong." Phil snapped attempting to push my off of his lap. I pouted, did he not want me this close? I continued to push. "Aree you madd?" Speaking was becoming a greater challenge with every syllable. I leaned in closer to him, our foreheads were almost touching. His face became increasingly red when he realized I was straddling him.

"No I'm not mad just annoyed but it's fine. I think you've had a bit too much to drink, Dan, we probably should get you home." Phil started to stand up but I leaned on him, forcing him to stay in his chair.

"What if I don't want to go homeee?" I challenged finally being able to rest my forehead on his. He seemed resigned now and leaned back. Even his ears had turned red but his mood suddenly shifted to something I hadn't really seen before. It wasn't the same disposition as the guy who tripped on furbies in the lounge.

"Then I guess I'm going to have to make you..." Phil answered, looking me straight in the eyes. He was right, his eyes really do make him look radioactive.

I attempted to lift an eyebrow but I didn't seem to have that much control anymore. However, I did notice Phil's hands on my face. This has never happened before... They were softer than I had imagined and I closed my eyes as I felt my stomach get hot again. I was just about to reopen my eyes when Phil's lips suddenly came crashing into mine, his hand pulling me further into him as he leaned back against the chair. The warmth in my stomach exploded and I willingly let Phil win dominance over me. His hands tugged at my hair gently and I squeaked in pleasure. I had never done that before either. I figured I might as well put my hands to good use so I let them slide up the back of Phil's shirt, feeling his soft skin under my fingers. I had wanted to do this for a very long time.