Alex almost thought he knew where this was going. Until Kyle groaned and this suddenly turned into something real. He almost pulled away, pulling back just enough to really look at Kyle. There was something about his eyes that said that this was no joke. That he was enjoying the feel of Alex's mouth on his skin.

That should have been the warning sign that Alex needed to stop this. After all, he already had one fucked up relationship. He didn't need a second. But he'd had enough to drink that 'should' didn't matter.

He grabbed Kyle's shirt and tugged.

"Come sit on my lap, Valenti," he said with a smirk. He'd have been the one to straddle Kyle's, but that would mean dealing with the prosthetic and he wasn't quite that far gone, yet. Not on alcohol or on lust.