The more alcohol that Tim and Adam consumed, the more obsessed they became with one another. They could not keep their hands off each other.
The others knew that they were going to have a problem separating them. The others that were sober enough to notice that is.
Rob and Kelsey had already left. They were still exhausted from their trip.
Chris helped a very intoxicated Jenika to the car then came back to help with the other drunks. Austin was drunk but manageable. Olena led him into the house. He was out immediately once his head hit the pillow. She checked on the baby before heading to bed herself.
Mark, Bob and Chris observed the condition of the others. Chance and Sami were both passed out in their chairs. Tim and Adam were still very much going at it. Drunk out of their minds.
"Well." Mark says as he crossed his arms across his chest. "We can put the doctor on the couch and Sam on the love seat."
"And the other two?" Bob chuckles. "It's going to be one hell of a fight separating them. They're like two dogs in heat."
"I guess we need to get Chance and Sami inside first because it's going to take all three of us to handle these other two." Chris suggests.
Mark picks up Sami and throws her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Bob scoops Chance up like it was nothing. Chris shrugs and moves out of their way. He decided he would try his luck at separating Tim and Adam.
He had never seen his brother act this way before. He was like a lust-craved madman. He was sitting straddle of Tim's hips, grinding their crotches together as hard as he could. His fingers were wrapped in Tim's hair as they kissed passionately. Tim's arms were wrapped around his husband in a death grip.
"Hey, uh, Adam?" Chris says as he takes hold of his brother's arm. "Listen, it's getting late. Y'all need to go inside."
"GET THE HELL AWAY FROM US!" Adam yells in a drunken slur, before attacking Tim's neck making the Cajun groan loudly.
"Any luck?" Bob laughs as he and Mark come out of the house.
"Well, being nice didn't work." Chris grins.
"Guess we'll move on to plan B." Bob says as he wraps his arms around Adam and pulls him from Tim's lap.
"TURN LOOOOSE OF ME, YOU BIG APE!!!" Adam yells.
"OH! FUUUUCK!" Tim shouts as he's pulled from his chair to his knees on the ground. Adam still had a grip on Tim's hair and wasn't letting go.
"Let go, Adam!" Chris says as he tries to untangle Adam's fingers from Tim's hair.
"NO!! HE'S MINE!!!" The blonde yells.
"No one is trying to take him from you, Adam." Mark says as he tries to help Chris. "We're just trying to get you to bed."
"Then you can fuck all you want." Bob adds. He was having a hard time holding on to Adam as he fought and kicked like a lunatic.
Tim falls to his hands and knees once Chris was able to remove Adam's hand from his hair.
"Let's go, Foust." Mark says as he leans over, wrapping his arms around Tim's waist and picks him up. The brunette was so drunk that he couldn't even stand on his own two feet. "D*mn! He's like a ragdoll."
"Any plans when we get them inside?" Bob asks as he drags a fighting Adam toward the house.
"I say we just throw them into the bedroom and make a run for it." Chris laughs as he holds the door open for them.
"Foust is near the point of passing out, I think." Mark says.
"This one is far from it." Bob says. Adam continues to fight and cuss at Bob.
Tim groans as Mark throws him on the bed.
Bob practically throws Adam into the room and quickly jumps back in case Adam takes a swing at him. He's had his ass kicked by the blonde before and did not want it to happen the second time.
The three men run from the bedroom, slamming the door behind them.
"Well, that was fun." Mark says as he straightens his black hat.
"Now, let's get the hell out of here before they start making noises." Bob laughs as they head for the door.
~~~ WARNING: SMUT!! ~~~
Tim tries to open his eyes when he feels his boots being jerked from his feet. Everything was blurry and twirling around. He found it impossible to move his arms and legs. His eyelids became so heavy that he could hold his eyes open. Was this how it felt to die?
"I can't hold my eyes open." He mumbles.
"That's okay, Babe, I got this." Adam says with slurred speech as he quickly removes Tim's pants and boxers.
Tim feels his right leg being lifted up and placed on Adam's left shoulder, lifting his hips slightly.
The alcohol had flooded Adam's mind. He seemed to have no control over his body and what he was doing. Was he raping his husband? He felt as if he had been possessed by some sex-craved demon. He could not stop himself from what he was doing.
"Adam?" Tim questions his actions when suddenly agonizing pain shoots through him. "AHHHHH!! ADAM!!!"
Adam had rammed his rock hard prick into Tim with no lube. Yes, they've made love before in the spur of the moment without lube but never this rough. Tim felt as if he was being ripped open as Adam continues to slam inside of him showing no mercy. Adam gave him no time to adjust to the sudden action.
"SON OF A B*TCH!!" Adam growls as he thrust his hips as hard as he could. He grabs Tim's cock and very aggressively begins to jack him off.
Tim prayed silently for an ending. Whether it be him passing out or Adam reaching a premature ejaculation. Either would be fine.
As much pain as his body was in, his prick seemed to have a mind of its own. Streams of cum shoot out on his stomach. Adam smiles as he wipes the creamy substance from Tim's stomach and licks it from his fingers.
Adam grabs Tim tightly by the hips and thrust in several more times before he too reaches the edge.
"OH!! SH*TTTTTT!!" Adam screams out as he releases his load.
And just like that, it was over. He barely had time to pull his dick out before passing out and falling to the bed beside his husband.
Tim carefully rolls over on his side away from Adam, his body wretched with pain. Before passing out, himself, he prayed that neither would remember what just happened.
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