"Sisters! You have to meet this guy I... Oh, God." Buch walked to the little table where Captain and I settled in after the contest. We were having fun until Buch came and made us notice the mess we were in. "How much did you drink?"

"You saw me up there?" I asked my redhead friend. "I cannot believe I did that. Tell me you took photos!"

"What are you doing here, dipshit?" Captain asked him, ignoring his question too. "What? Are you done kissing this week's guy and remembering we exist?"

"O-kay," Buch let his eyes grow wide. "So that answers my question. You clearly had one too many." He looked around and then at his phone. "Guess this means it is time to leave."

Buch left. Then came back almost immediately. I say immediately because that's how it felt but he said he actually took several minutes to come back.

"You really are drunk, aren't you?" He said, helping us to get up.

"We are not...!" I started protesting but as soon as I got up on my two feet, I felt the entire world spinning around me. I even leaned against Buch, hanging onto him as if I was about to fall from a precipice.

"Okay, steady there, sister, steady," he said, holding both of us. "Now, let's get you two darlings home."

I wasn't sure what was happening but Buch somehow managed to get us in the car. He knew how to drive but didn't have a license. I saw the street lights glowing on the other side of the pane. I got a little dizzy but never barfed. That was lucky, else Captain would've killed me.

When we got to Captain's house Buch helped us both out and took us all the way to Captain's shed in the back. There, we both let ourselves fall on the bed. Buch watched us with a disapproving look.

I looked at the clock on the wall. It was 11 pm. My eyes almost popped out of my head. 11 pm? We were only there for 3 hours? Real alcohol was clearly too much for us. I let myself fall and looked at the ceiling.

"How are you feeling, Johnny?" Buch leaned towards me.

"Aren't you going to ask me how I'm feeling?" Captain let out. "Or do you just care about Johnny and not about me, as always?"

Buch ignored him. "Johnny?" Buch was taking care of the situation, entering the full momma bear mode. I wasn't able to come up with a good answer so Buch looked at Captain instead. "Johnny's house is near but I think it would be best if he spent the night here, Morgan. Can he do that or do your parents have a rule against that?"

"Aren't you going to spend the night here too?" Captain asked him from the bed. When Buch said no, he added. "Oh, you are going back with that guy at the party. Okay, just go."

Buch rolled his eyes. "Can Johnny spend the night?"

"Yes, fine, fine!" Captain said but he wasn't looking at him.

My redhead friend turned to me. "Does your mother let you spend the night?"

I nodded, "yes, I already told her I'm staying here."

After that, Buch left and I was there with Captain. We weren't about to blackout but we were almost out of our senses. It hit especially hard because it was the first time I ever got that drunk. Captain was looking a little better but not by much.

I looked at him. He was dressed as a cowboy but there wasn't much of the costume left. Only his hat, handkerchief, and pants were still on. The costume was made to be put on and off easily but God knows where he left the other parts of it. I studied myself and noticed I was even less dressed. I had my sailor tie, hat, suspenders, and shorts. That was it.

However, even though our costumes had the same gimmick - they were both his after all - I couldn't have felt any more different than him. My torso was slim and my arms and legs were average. Nothing horrible but just barely something special. Captain on the other hand... his torso was strong, chiseled, and worked. His arms were big and his legs had muscles that made you drool.

I got a little closer. Even lying down, looking at his pecs with the handkerchief on the neck and cowboy hat on... I started to feel the heat of the desert. He wasn't a model but he wasn't that far off either. I started to get a hard-on.

I usually made a great effort not to look at my friends in a sexual way but the alcohol in me was making it hard to keep that barrier up. I tried to look away but my eyes kept going back to his defined biceps, the shape of his pecs, the six-pack on his abs, the little trace of hair that went from his bellybutton to his...

"Johnny..." Captain was looking at the ceiling. sighed in relief, he hadn't noticed me looking at his body. But then I saw the serious look on his face. I moved closer to him. "Do you think you are interested in Armando because us boys are damned to be interested in guys who don't pay us attention?"

I opened my mouth but no words came out. The party had distracted me so much that I hadn't thought about Armando in a long while. A part of me punished myself for that. Another one was, surprisingly, relieved. It was nice not to think for a while.

Yet, there may have been some truth in Captain's words. Aren't we always interested in the ones who don't pay attention to us? Isn't the fact that they don't pay us attention the reason why we want to win it? Maybe we, humans, are drawn to the hard challenges instead of the easy ones.

I looked at my phone. There was my conversation with Armando. I had sent a hundred texts but there were no responses. He had seen them all so he was ghosting me on purpose. I knew what Captain was talking about.

I moved closer to reply but then Captain opened his mouth once more. "Johnny, why can't I find anyone?"

That took me by surprise. Captain really thinks that? It was unbelievable.

A few days ago I had found out that Buch - who had the friendliest personality in the world - felt like he wasn't ready to date.

And now, Captain, - who had the body and a nice personality - felt unable to find someone special.

Buch, Captain, I thought. They aren't the guys that I thought they were.

"What are you talking about?" I replied, playing it cool. "Didn't you see how people at the party were looking at you? You could've hooked up with anyone there."

"You think so?" Captain looked at me with puppy eyes.

I glanced at him with disbelief. "Look at you!" I pointed at his entire body. "You are smoking hot!"

For some reason that made him laugh. The severity and seriousness of a moment ago had almost been completely replaced by his honest laughter. I don't know if that is how conversations work or if the alcohol was affecting our senses.

"You are smoking hot," I repeat.

"You are quite handsome yourself, Johnny," he replied in response. I was about to return the compliment but he didn't stop there. "Your act at the party, man, you seemed really nervous but when you started talking... wow, I had never seen that side of you Johnny. I got a hard-on."

His words made me nervous, I even giggled like an idiot. "Well, when you did your act everyone got a hard-on. I swear. Even the girls. They all wanted to kiss you."

Captain laughed again. "They wanted to kiss me? Now I know you are lying."

I gave him a look that said "are you crazy?" I got closer to him on the bed. Our knees were one right next to the other. I didn't want him to feel bad so I decided to be honest with him. "Hey, come on, who wouldn't want to kiss you?"

He looked at me, surprised by my words.

Wow, I sighed. He really doesn't consider himself attractive. I had never seen Captain so real, so exposed and vulnerable... but now my eyes were open and what they found was beautiful. My mind didn't ask for permission. My body just leaned towards him.

"Johnny?" He gave me a weird look but his brain wasn't working either because even though his voice wanted me to stop, his body too leaned forward.

That's when we heard the door of his room opening with a loud creak. Our senses returned to us. We immediately jumped away from the other. My mind thought of the worst possibilities. What if Buch saw us? What if it was Captain's parents?

When I looked at the door, beyond the edge of the bed, however, I didn't see any of them. Instead, there was a little boy standing in the doorway. He must've been around 12 or 13 years old. It took me a while to recognize Captain's younger brother. One of the twins.

Not a second passed and Captain was already standing. "Get out, Wallace!" He got closer to his brother. "Get out, now."

"You were about to kiss," his brother replied. That wasn't a question and he wasn't even looking at Captain. He was looking at me.

"That's not true," I tried to sound convincing but all I did was stutter. "We..."

"And why are you dressed like that?" His brother lost all fear and stepped into the room. He was a miniature version of Captain only his brownish skin tone was a tad bit lighter and his voice was still high-pitched. You could tell by looking at him that one day he would become as handsome as Captain but right now he was the definition of cute.

"I told you I was going to a party," Captain finally recovered his voice and took a step to his brother, grabbing him by the shoulders. "Now go before..."

Wallace, the kid, however, wasn't like Captain. He was good at sports and was more street-smart than any other kid his age. He looked at me, then at Captain, then at me again. Finally, he smiled.

"Before what?" he challenged his brother. "When mom arrives I'm going to tell her you came home drunk."

Captain's face went completely blank. "We are not drunk." That was the first response he could think of but then he looked at me and at himself in the mirror. Even if we acted as normal as possible, our outfits, eyes, and smell gave away the truth rather easily.

Captain's brother had touched a delicate spot. He smiled at us, knowing he had the upper hand.

Captain got desperate. "If you do that, I'll tell mom that you were the one who stained her dress with an ink pen."

Wallace didn't hesitate for a second. "Tell her that and I'll tell her about the bag you have inside your secret book."

Captain opened his mouth but the words got stuck in his tongue. "You were in my room?" That was all he managed to say.

I didn't know what they were talking about but both of them looked at the shelf next to the bed. There, in a row of books was a large blue tome that if you looked at it just for a second you could tell it was fake.

Captain gave a big sigh. "Okay, yeah, we were about to kiss."

"But we didn't," I added, stupidly.

Wallace's interest seemed to grab onto that. I tried to move away from them but there was nowhere to go. Or at least, there was nowhere my intoxicated brain could think of. Then, his brother gave a little jump. "Can I watch you kiss?"

"What? No!" Captain pushed him away.

"Please!" Wallace's voice got even higher and cuter. "I've never seen two guys kissing before. And I have never seen you kiss someone, Morgan."

I looked at Captain as he sat on the bed again. It seemed that he was shy about his relationships with everyone, not just us. Captain was silent, he had no idea what to say.

"Besides," his brother insisted, leaning against the edge of the bed. "You guys are dressed really funny." That made him smile.

I looked at myself. What I was could barely be considered as dressed. Yet, thanks to the hat, tie, and suspenders, I was still clearly a sailor. But yeah, I could see how an outfit like this could raise questions.

Captain's costume, however... a cowboy was way more provocative than a sailor and with his worked pecs and defined abdomen... I was looking at his body again and drooling.

"Can I watch you kiss?" His brother insisted. "Please, please?"

My eyes were glued to Captain's body. When I heard those words, I looked up until my eyes met Captain's.

I should've stopped it.

Wallace would have surrendered if we had gotten firm, severe, and angry. He was just a kid. But I wasn't thinking so I didn't stop it. My eyes were still on Captain's. Neither of us said a thing. We were just caught in each other's eyes.

"Just one kiss?" Captain didn't even look at his brother but the little kid nodded. He was watching us intently.

I didn't look away, I just leaned towards him and saw him get closer and closer. His lips were begging me to be kissed, his eyes were imploring closeness, his body was demanding mine.

I closed my eyes right before his lips touched mine. Immediately, he took control and grabbed my head with his hands, pushing me into him.

It became apparent that this wasn't a regular kiss, nor a peck on the lips. He was fully, completely, romantically, kissing me. And I let him. I let him. I let myself fall in the hot mess that was his body. And oh, what a hot mess it was.

Buch was right, Captain was good with his mouth. His tongue started moving shyly at first but with every second it became bolder and hungrier. That wasn't a kiss; we were fully making out.

I took the chance and passed my hands through his exposed sides, feeling his body, the toned muscles underneath his skin. He was hot. Literally, there was a warmth emanating from his being. It felt cozy, it felt hungry, it was like kissing fire.

An eon later, we parted.

I was smiling. It was a dumb and instinctive smile, but a smile nonetheless. When I opened my eyes I saw Captain was smiling too.

We both turned to our side and found that we weren't the only ones smiling. Captain's younger brother had the biggest, widest grin of the three of us. Not only that, he had his phone out, the camera pointing straight at us.

I instantly got red. Was he taking photos or recording us? Which one was worse? Why did it feel so hot? I didn't know if that was me or the alcohol speaking. I was about to complain when I felt Captain's hands grab me by the waist and push me against the bed. His lips were over mine again.

I looked through the corner of my eye and saw his little brother taking pictures, finding new angles and poses to capture us in.

It was hot being against the bed but I had a better idea. I raised my hands and pushed Captain aside, making him sit. He looked at me, puzzled. I gave him a grin as a response.

"Are you recording this?" I asked Wallace, giving him a quick glance.

"You betcha!" I don't know who was more excited, us or him.

It didn't matter. The kid needed a show.

I took Captain by the shoulders and pushed him against the wall. Then, my lips jumped into his. But no, that wasn't enough. I took his wrist and raised his arms above his head, holding him in place. The look of surprise in his eyes was priceless but so was the erection I felt against me when I pushed my body into him.

I don't know what was hotter, having Captain against the wall or knowing that someone was recording us. Oh, the alcohol was messing with my head. Then, I took Captain's leg and...

We stopped when we heard the car tires enter the driveway. The three of us looked through the window. There were headlights on the front side of the house.

"Shit!" Captain got away from the wall almost immediately and started walking around the room. "It's my parents. Fuck, how drunk do I look?"

"Not at all," I replied sincerely.

"A lot," Wallace corrected.

We both looked at him. Then at us. Shit, the kid was right. We were so drunk we couldn't even tell anymore.

"They are going to kill me, they are going to kill me!" Captain was walking around the room non-stop, his left hand trembling.

"I thought I was going to stay over," I said, remembering Buch's words. "You said I could!"

"I didn't think it through!" Captain raised his hands to the air.

I turned to Wallace but the little kid was as lost as his older sibling. On the other side of the window, you could hear the engine as a car was parking.

"My mom is not home!" I said all of a sudden. Captain stopped and looked at me. "Say you stayed over at my house."

"Are you sure?" He was still trembling.

"I am," I say, feeling the keys in my pocket as the car engine stopped outside

"Turn off the light!" Captain pointed at his brother and a second later the room was drowned in shadow. "They can't know I'm here."

Captain started picking things and stuffing them in a backpack. His brother and I got next to the window.

"Johnny, let's go," Captain walked to the door. "And you," he looked at his brother. "You got your kiss. Now, go to the house. Remember Vegas."

Wallace didn't move though. "Well..."

"What?" Captain was getting mad. "You even got us on camera, isn't that enough?"

His brother seemed to think about it for a second before looking down at the pictures he had on his phone. "Okay," he conceded. "Vegas."

"Oh, and send them to me!"

I looked at them, not understanding a thing but there was no time to ask. The three of us walked out through the door in the shed and started moving swiftly through the yard. I looked at the house, and there was a yellow light coming from the living room.

I waved Wallace goodbye as he headed to the back door while Captain and I passed next to the house and run to the street.

Outside, the cold, night air hit sharply against our skin, and the darkness around us was disrupted by the warm, yellow streetlights, painting the asphalt in the color of a pale sun.

I looked at Captain. We were running to my house, just a few blocks away from his. He was happy, you could see it in his face. I was too. The thought of the both of us being almost naked didn't hit me until a car passed next to us and honked.

Oddly enough, I wasn't embarrassed, it gave me life, it excited me. Weird how a few shots can completely change the person you are, replacing you with a bolder, stupider, wilder version of yourself.

"Come on," I said when my house appeared on the horizon.

Without my mom there, I was saving myself a lot of explaining.

We got to the front of the house. It was weird seeing it all quiet and covered in darkness. I took my keys from my pocket. One second, two. There was something wrong. "I can't open the door!" I was trying to make the key fit into the keyhole but to no avail.

"...car keys," Captain tapped my shoulder. "Dude, Johnny, those are car keys."

"Come," I finally said, "I have an idea."

We had spent what felt like half an hour trying everything, from opening the back door to checking for unlocked windows. We even considered going back to Captain's house. Now, we were back where we started: standing outside my front door, half-drunk, and half-freezing in the cold October air of the night. That's when I told Captain to follow me. I led him to the only place I had a key for.

Captain made a grin, smiling at me. "Are you saying we should sleep in the car?"

I looked around sarcastically. "Do you have somewhere else to go?"

"Touché," we both looked at the red car parked in front of my house. It was an unusual idea, it was crazy and risky. That's what made it so appealing. Besides, who is going to try out unusual ideas if not two drunk teenagers?

I clicked the button and the blue Honda Civic's doors opened. Captain and I exchanged a look and, as if we were entering the biggest palace in the world, we entered the backseat of the car.

"It's still cold in here," Captain complained.

I stretched myself from the backseat to the front and turned on the engine, pressed play on the music and the AC. "Better now?"

"Thanks," Captain bowed his head. "Just don't leave it on or the battery is gonna..."

"Just until it gets warm," I said. I don't know what it was. Maybe it was the amazing night we just had, or the contest or the alcohol, or maybe it was just the fact that I was with one of my closest friends but I felt so at home in that backseat of the car.

"Hey," I turned towards Captain. "What was all that `Vegas' thing about? You know, when we were leaving your room you said `Vegas'. Why?"

Captain had a puzzled expression on his face but after a second he smiled. "Oh, `Vegas', yeah." It was as if a series of good old memories flashed through his mind. "It's nothing, just a silly thing."

"Oh, come on, tell me."

Captain lowered his head. He was about to speak but then the lights inside the car got turned off. We didn't mind, it was more intimate like this.

"Eh, well you know the saying what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, right? Well, once my family was in Vegas and my siblings lost a 100 dollar bill my father had left in the hotel room." The memories shone a light onto my friend's face. "They were so scared because I was the one who caught them and they begged me not to tell on them."

"Did you?"

"That's the weirdest thing. I would've but for some reason, I didn't. Instead, I got to their eye level and told them `what happens in Vegas...' and they immediately understood what I was saying. So, every time we agree to keep a secret, we say that. Vegas."

"That's really sweet."

Captain opened his mouth but then his phone received a notification. "Oh, speaking of the devil," he raised his phone and showed me the chain of photos and videos he had just received. "Looks like our little show has arrived."

"It took him a while to send them," I said without thinking. "He was probably jerking off looking at them."

Captain laughed at that. "Well, I can't blame him, they are pretty hot, you know?"

They were quite something. Pictures of us kissing, sitting on the bed, of Captain pulling me against the mattress, flashes of his tongue in my mouth, of him biting my lip and holding my head. But the best one was definitely the video of me pushing him against the wall, holding his arms above his head with my right hand, and feeling up his body with my left.

We watched the whole thing. I tried to look away but I couldn't. It almost felt like the guy on the video wasn't me. I couldn't believe I had done that. I didn't know if it was the alcohol or if the video was that good but I started getting a hard-on again.

In the video, when I pushed my body against Captain's he moaned out loud. I already forgot that but God it was hot. I was surprised by how underdressed we were, you could easily see my underwear with those loose-fitting sailor shorts on. Captain had more covering himself but the fabric was so tight-fitting that you could easily make out the shape of his shaft.

"It's so hot," I said without thinking.

"It is," Captain had his eyes glued to the screen. "I know you said Armando and you did some oral stuff but... that was your only time?"

I nodded. "So far, yes."

Captain gave me a look of disbelief. "Because you were actually pretty good. That was so hot! I was super, super hard when you pushed me against the wall. It was..." he took a second, there was a pause there. "...it was a shame my parents arrived. We could've..."

His hand started lowering his phone. He was no longer looking at the screen and his eyes were fixed on me. The music coming from the stereo was playing in the background, and the AC had turned the cold interior into a warm and cozy place. Captain raised his other hand and passed it through my cheek.

The alcohol was wearing down. I wasn't drunk enough to make a move on him but I was still drunk enough not to stop him. So, when Captain grabbed the back of my head and got my lips towards his, I didn't stop him.

It was sloppier, wetter, and more lustful than the last time. Our hands moved around each other's bodies, exploring every inch of our skin that we could reach, and with the costumes, we had on, there was a lot of it. When was the last time a cowboy kissed a sailor?

Kissing Armando had felt right, perfect, romantic, and full of love. Kissing Captain was hotter, faster, hungrier. This time there was no camera but there was also nothing that could interrupt us. I took off the stupid cowboy hat of his head along with his handkerchief. He got rid of my sailor hat and tie. We kissed every possible way we could. Pressed against the seats, against the window, with him on my lap and me on his.

Then, he took hold of my suspenders and started to slowly slide them down my arms, letting them fall along with what was left of my costume. I thought he would stop there, leaving me in my underwear but he then took hold of my boxer briefs and tried to push them down to my knees.

"No, wait," I said, holding on to them. "Armando and I only did oral stuff, we didn't go any further, I don't..."

Captain smiled as if I was the silliest person on Earth. Maybe I was. "I know," he conceded. "We won't do that, I promise, only things you've already done, but first..." Captain took my underwear off along with my shoes until I was completely naked, and hard in the back seat of the car.

I looked around nervously. The street was completely empty but at any time anyone could just walk into the front yard and find us there. We were in public. Captain then grabbed all of my stuff -shoes, boxers, the hat, and shorts- and tossed them out the window.

"What are you..." I almost jumped over him. "Dude! I'm naked!"

Captain was laughing. "I know, it's so hot."

I gave him a fiery look. "You are going down, Captain Morgan," I said and launched myself over him, undressing him too. We were wrestling in the backseat. There wasn't a lot of space so it was hard but that also played in our favor. The lack of space made it easier for our bodies to touch.

I was trying to undress him but he was fighting back laughing. Of course, he wasn't putting a lot of heart into it. He hit the gym often so he would have defeated me if he wanted. But he didn't want to. He wanted to lose.

I was on top of him, wrestling naked when I took off his boot. He had me pinned down, holding my feet when I took the other boot off. I had him against the window when I managed to unbutton his trousers and, finally, slid them down and threw them off the window while kissing him. Unsurprisingly, he wasn't wearing any underwear.

I was panting on top of him, breathing heavily, tired from all the wrestling. His body, his entire body was exposed and it was there for me to see. God, I knew looks were nothing without personality but my God, it was hot being with someone who knew how to take care of his body.

I kept kissing him and he was kissing me back. Soon, the fighting stopped and a new battle began, one that could only be resolved by our tongues.

"Hey," he stopped me after a few minutes. "I'm gonna do something, okay? Not... that, but something. But you have to return the favor, okay?"

I nodded. I wasn't thinking. I didn't even stop to think about it. I just said yes.

Captain then put me against one of the doors. He was smiling as he parted my legs and dug into my groin. The moment his mouth touched my dick, I let out the biggest moan in my life. It felt so weird and wet and funny and oh so damn good!

Captain started doing it slowly, a few licks, teases, and kisses on my shaft but soon he stuck out his tongue and went from the base to the tip, and oh God, I swear his tongue could take me to the moon. In no time, he took the whole thing in his mouth. I had to hold on to the seat just not to pass out.

Buch wasn't lying. Captain really knew how to use his mouth. Yeah, Armando had already sucked me before but that memory was so brief and eclipsed by him leaving. Right now, Captain was taking his time.

It was just the second time with someone's mouth on my dick, yet I already knew it felt so much better than jerking off and even better than having someone else jerk you off. And Captain didn't stop at my boyhood. He passed his tongue through everything, both the pillar and the stones, making me moan every time he reached a new place.

Needless to say, I didn't last long. I spilled everything on my own chest. I was breathing so heavy I thought I might pass out. Captain leaned to the front and took a piece of paper to clean me up.

He didn't say anything, he was just smiling. He knew he was good at it, he didn't have to ask. Besides, you could tell, just by looking at me, that I loved it. But the night wasn't over yet. Captain leaned against the backseat and opened his legs.

It was my turn.