Despite knowing the direction this had been heading in, Alex still froze briefly when he felt Kyle's hand. For a moment, it could go either way. But then he relaxed into the touch, cupping Kyle's jaw and pulling him back up so that they could keep kissing.

Better he keep himself as distracted as possible before this all caught up with him alcohol-fuzzy mind.

But since Kyle had given him the idea, Alex returned the favor and undid Kyle's jeans, spitting on the palm of his hand before slipping inside.

"Not laughing," he promised again.