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The night truly felt like it was set up to be awful. For starters, William couldn’t get his hair exactly right, his clothes felt too tight and too loose all at once, and the taxi driver had a habit of slamming the breaks last minute, making for a very rocky ride to the club in which William was sure resulted in a little bit of whiplash.
The club wasn’t much better, it was dark and sleazy and reeked of smoke and cheap perfume; and even cheaper alcohol, but once some of that sweet burning liquid was in a glass in his hand, he started to ease into the environment a little more.
He slumped into a corner, watching as everyone moved on the dancefloor, when a curly haired guy approached him from behind.
“Ya gonna stand there and look sad all night, or can I take you out on the dancefloor?” a low voice rumbled in his right ear, the thick scent of alcohol spinning through the air as William, without looking behind him, nodded.
The curly haired boy put a hand on the small of William’s back, pulled him out onto the floor, and wrapped his arms around William’s hips, pulling him into a gentle rocking motion that was only slightly faltered by William’s stiffness.
“Come on sweetheart, hips like those and you can’t even try to shake ‘em?”
William’s hips were, well, skinny as shit. He didn’t have much of an ass at all, but with a sudden urgency, he was pressing up to the body behind him, moving along with the wave-like motion established to the R&B crooning over the speakers loud enough that it vibrated in William’s bones and shook the liquid in his glass.
In one impressive motion, William knocked back the remaining shot of clear spirit in his glass and spun around, breath coming hot and burning with alcohol as he licked a teasing line up the other guy’s neck. He happened to be completely gorgeous, dark curls and golden skin only a little sparkly with sweat under the heavy neon luminescence of the club lights, and thus began a new mission for the night.
“What’s your name, baby?” William grinned, fingers locking into his partners belt loops as he swayed his hips.
“‘M Gabe. You?” Gabe’s voice delivered low and heavy, mostly just slurred as his fingertips trailed over the bare stretch of skin in the V of William’s shirt.
“William.” he rumbled out, low and raspy and gravelly with the desire burning in his throat, or maybe it was just the alcohol trying to either go down or threaten to come back up. It definitely wasn’t the latter, because William found himself being bought drinks left and right by everyone in the club, each one going down easier than the last.
Speaking of going down, William was starting to get a little hint of reciprocation when Gabe rolled his hips against William’s, slow and easy as he slung his arms around and hung onto William’s shoulders.
When William had moved onto a glass of something green, lips sticky sweet against Gabe’s and tongue messily licking over the slack, parted seam of Gabe’s mouth, they both decided it was time to get out of there.
“My place. You won’t regret it.” William leered, to which Gabe gleefully accepted, maybe equally as out of it and clouded by intoxication.
Thank god the taxi driver minded his own business and kept his eyes on the road, because William found himself in the back seat completely on top of Gabe, kissing deep and hot and wet into Gabe’s mouth, long fingers teasingly pressing into the back of Gabe’s neck and hip.
Gabe could barely keep his eyes open by the time William had gotten the two of them into his apartment, kind of under a trance from how William had touched and kissed him, struggling to stay upright as the two fumbled around as William tried to get into his bedroom.
Eventually, Gabe found himself on the edge of plush, dark blue sheets, dizzy as he gazed down at the beautiful long haired guy already on his knees and working Gabe’s jeans off with stupidly thin, lithe fingers.
Gabe’s breath hitched as William pulled his jeans and boxers down in one swift motion, looking up through heavy, dark eyes and fanned lashes with the smartest little look, a grin creeping across his lips as he parted them, tongue lolling out slowly when he spread his legs in a straddling position on the floor.
His bed was a little awkwardly close to the ground, but Gabe really didn’t mind it with the way William had a hand on the ground between his legs supporting the unstable weight of his body, on his knees with the other hand around Gabe’s cock, tongue hanging out wet and coloured with the rainbow of drinks he had thrown back before taking Gabe home.
Gabe’s gasp came out smoother than ever when William’s tongue trailed warm and dripping wet around the upper half of Gabe’s length, all perfect swirling motions until a glimmer passed through his eyes that Gabe was sure was sent straight from the second dimension of hell, because William flicked light and sloppy over Gabe’s head; fully swollen and the prettiest glassy red.
William’s lips wrapped around the tip and he sucked in the most heavenly way, hard and wet with the perfect suction and glide of his tongue over Gabe’s frenulum. Gabe threw his head back and moaned into it as William bobbed up and down, focusing on Gabe’s head, hollowing his cheeks then licking over the slit and pursing his lips, parting only enough to blow the tiniest little gust of cold air over the warm stripe he had licked over Gabe’s slit.
“Shit- sweetheart.” Gabe moaned, breathy and gravelly as he fell onto his elbows, head hanging heavy and threatening to fall off his shoulders as he gazed down at William, delicate, bony hands spanning Gabe’s hips and hair falling in front of his eyes in a way that he obviously didn’t mind as he gave Gabe the blowing of a fucking lifetime.
It wasn’t just the alcohol making it seem better than it was, this guy was good with his tongue, almost devilishly so as he sunk down and down Gabe’s length without so much as a slight gag or hiccup.
William leaned up and opened his throat, let Gabe slide down it, and nuzzled into Gabe’s base, groaning as he breathed in the heavy, musky scent of dark, curly pubic hair and felt Gabe’s tip slide down the back of his throat.
He let his tongue hang out, relaxed his jaw, and his mouth was just so open that Gabe couldn’t help but thrust up a little into the wet heat of it.
William hollowed his cheeks around Gabe’s length shoved so deep that breathing through his nose wasn’t even a choice, let saliva pool in his mouth, and slurped his way up, slow and slow and so tight around Gabe he could barely form a coherent thought.
Gabe wouldn’t have had time to process a thought even if he wanted to, because William was shoving back down hard and taking him just as deep as before, coming back up and taking everything back down again, easing into the most perfect deepthroat Gabe had ever felt, blood rushing through his cock as it pulsated heavy and ready on William’s tongue.
The gorgeous guy on his knees was fucking incredible. Long chestnut curls fell around his face, encapsulating the pretty features Gabe had barely even seen that night. He was all pale perfection; like an angel, or fine china, or warm milk, or sweet meringue, or what else is sweet and white? Gabe thought, when suddenly shitshitshit William was sucking too fucking hard on his head, tongue pressed against his frenulum as swollen lips did something unidentifiable, and Gabe was too-suddenly reminded of another sweet white thing.
His cum shot in long pulses down William’s throat, ripped out of his cock with such force he forgot how to breathe for a second. The air halfway up his lungs hitched, stopping in its track, and he coughed as William batted sweet, wide doe eyes at him, freeing Gabe, but not before smearing Gabe’s swollen, abused, wet head over slightly pursed lips, coating them in a thin layer of salty milky-white like it was fucking lip gloss, licking it off lasciviously.
“God, William. Your mouth is fucking insane.” Gabe laughed, still catching his breath and composure through the drunken post-orgasm haze, and though he’d expected it to do the opposite, his orgasm actually brought him closer to consciousness. He craned his neck to look at William crawling up the bed, and smiled lazily, eyes half-lidded and glossed over. “Let me suck you? Can’t say it’ll be nearly as good, but I can try.”
“Hm.” William hummed, as though actually pondering it, and when Gabe looked to William’s crotch, he didn’t see half the bulge he was expecting to from a guy of William’s height, it made him a little intrigued when William settled straddled in his lap and he didn’t really feel anything either.
“Can I at least see what we’re working with?” Gabe asked, grinning a little and not even trying to hide his unanticipated interest.
William just smiled back, pressing his palm to Gabe’s heart, lowering Gabe to the sheets, and pressed a slow, light kiss to Gabe’s neck. “You want me to rim you?”
Gabe smiled back, but shook his head.
“Fuck me?” William suggested, and again, Gabe smiled and shook his head, whispering, “Wanna feel your cock.”
“You’re desperate, huh?” William laughed back, tracing the curve of Gabe’s jaw with delicate fingertips, using his other hand to guide Gabe’s down over the front of his jeans, moving Gabe how he wanted to; moving Gabe like a puppet on a string.
“You can’t laugh, and you can’t make fun of me, if you even try any of that I’ll kick you straight out of here, I don’t care how you get home.” William said, a tone of defensiveness washing over him as his eyes darted heavy and blazing right through Gabe’s iris into his soul.
“Whoa, darling. Who said I’d do that?” Gabe chuckled, but not without jumping to quite the conclusion based on the lack of bulge in William’s pants and the way he had his defences up, adamant at first about letting Gabe touch him there.
“Can I tell you,” Gabe began, stroking through the fabric of William’s jeans, “I have a bit of a size kink”. He looked up to William, eyes sparkling, and Gabe swore he could hear William’s heart sink. William heaved a heavy sigh, almost as if he was sad. “Well I can’t say you’ll be too pleased then.”
Gabe continued feeling over William’s jeans, all beautifully slim legs and soft thighs, grinning smartly in a way William really wasn’t liking the look of.
“I think you’re mistaken, sweetheart.” Gabe smiled, pulling William into a light kiss, licking teasingly over the edge of his bottom lip. “I get really turned on by smaller ones.”, he said, fighting back against William’s unwarranted control and pushing him onto his back.
The gulp William took down was thick enough to be audible, and suddenly, William’s heartbeat kicked up a little, but a crease still formed between his brows when he furrowed them, cheeks blushing.
“You’re not just saying that to mock me, are you?” he whispered against Gabe’s mouth, leaning up on his elbows, fingertips exploring the gentle threat of stubble on Gabe’s cheeks.
Gabe grinned into the still flat line of William’s lips. “Not at all. I would never. Wanna tell me how big you are? It’s hotter if you say it yourself.”
William took a deep breath, like it took effort to say. He really didn’t even want to say it out loud, he didn’t like thinking about it. He preferred to suck guys off, maybe lay on his stomach and let them take him from behind if he found himself particularly comfortable on that day, and let them go home.
Gabe neutralised his demeanour to match William’s, stroking the side of his face, all perfectly soft, smooth skin. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m telling you, it turns me on.”
William took another deep breath, held Gabe close, and spoke somewhere between a murmur and a sigh when he said “Three-and-a-half inches.”
Gabe’s lips curved into a teeth-bearing grin as he pressed a gentle, but tender kiss to the corner of William’s mouth. “That’s nothing to be ashamed of. I think it’s hot.”
William’s eyes widened, hopeful, and he licked along the seam of his lips as Gabe pulled at the hem of William’s shirt. “Now I really wanna suck you off and make you feel good, if you’ll let me.”
William leaned up so Gabe could get his shirt up and over his head. “Shit, just, I don’t usually let anyone touch me there, I might be a little sensitive.”
Gabe’s gaze softened when he nodded, “That’s okay, I’ll go gentle. I’m gonna get you off, sweetheart.”, working his way down William’s sternum with light little kisses.
When he reached the wispy excuse of a happy trail, he pressed a kiss low on William’s stomach, reached for the button of his jeans, and looked up, eyes glittering with lust when he spoke low and gentle. “May I?”
William nodded, not knowing what to do with his hands and letting them find their way to his jeans.
Gabe shook his head and swatted William’s hands away. “No. It’s my turn to do this for you, let me do it all. Just sit back”
William sighed, and let his hands rest on Gabe’s shoulders; taut, lean muscle over defined bones under his shirt.
“Here, wait.” Gabe said, pulling his shirt off and letting William get a real feel of his skin, warm and golden, as he slowly pulled William’s jeans down to reveal tight briefs.
He met William’s eyes hot and heavy with a smirk curling up across closed lips, parted William’s legs, and then leaned down to kiss at the expanse of smooth thighs in front of him.
William was already hard, but Gabe kept kissing and licking and sucking little marks into his thighs, he couldn’t help but let out little whining sounds in response to it.
Whines filled with breath and became gasps when Gabe ran two fingers up the clothed underside, and the little length twitched under the black fabric. “That’s it, just relax for me.” Gabe smiled against the warm skin of William’s inner thigh, toying with the waistband on one side with his spare hand.
William was, by this point, undeniably fully hard, his cock showing in a small bulge under the tight fabric stretched over his hipbones. Gabe hooked his fingers into the waistband, tugged them down, and really couldn’t control the way he smiled and licked his lips at the sight.
True to his word, William was three-and-a-half inches, all of it so hard and bending in the prettiest little curve, flushed with arousal and slick with a smear of pre-cum over the slit.
“Such a pretty little cock.” Gabe keened, meeting William’s heavy eyes and pressing soft kisses to his pubis beside the base, then up the length, not even daring to acknowledge William’s slick, swollen head.
“Tell me, how do you touch yourself?” Gabe asked, wrapping his thumb and index finger around the base, to which William immediately noticed the digits having a bit more girth than his own. He bit his lip at just that contact alone, and Gabe hummed a little moan of approval at William’s arousal.
Gabe endorsed, gently stroking up and down as he rested his head on William’s thigh, gazing up to him. “You really haven’t been touched like this in a long time, have you?”
William shook his head slow and heavy, let his eyes fall shut, and gasped a soft little breath out before saying between gentle sighs, “Like that. I touch myself like that. But add another finger next to your index one and rub harder with your thumb.”
Gabe did as William instructed, feeling each little twitch of William’s cock between his fingers, listening to the shaky whines breaking through his lip that he was biting down on.
Gabe didn’t care that William had gone so long without being touched. He pulsated like a pounding drum in Gabe’s hand with each little rub, each stroke up and down, and every response was so beautiful. His hips rocked up when he arched his back and threw his head sideways on the pillow, fisting at the sheets. His eyes fluttered, lips parted agape, and the sweetest, whiniest little moans sung their way off his tongue when he licked his lower lip.
He took a sharp, shallow breath in and heaved it out with a moan, sugary hums vibrating in the air when he sighed, “Want your tongue. Come on, baby, wanna feel it.”, all high and thready through a moan.
That’s more like it, Gabe thought, and bit back the urge to verbally praise him. He was just so pretty, and he was doing so well, and he really was enjoying himself, Gabe couldn’t resist licking his lips and sucking down lightly on the slick little head, red and swollen and so needy looking. Gabe wanted nothing but to make William come.
His cock was so sensitive, the head of it throbbing when Gabe enveloped it, his length so beautiful and unmarred; thin, pale skin flushed pink, and all of it rock hard with arousal in Gabe’s hand.
Gabe bobbed his head gently, sucking wet and sloppy and warm over the slick head, flicking his tongue along the underside of it as William moaned, the high of his cheekbones flushed and just the tiniest little sparkle of tears gathering in the outer crease of his eye as his brows furrowed and his mouth opened slackly when he pressed his bottom teeth against the tip of his tongue.
The most unpredictable little whine croaked out of Gabe as he watched William writhe on top of the sheets, a beautiful pale angel all spread out between soft dark blue clouds. His body was stupidly long; his waist curved perfectly, twisting when he arched it and battled with the sheets, thrashing around in a way that was still so gentle, yet completely uninhibited.
William’s hair sprawled out all long and silky soft, each strand glowing a different shade of brown in the amber warmth of the lamp, and his eyelashes fanned dark and full across his cheekbones, glittering with the sparse threat of tears wetting smooth, even skin.
He was like Gabe’s god-given reward. Gabe had walked into the club just looking to have a few drinks and maybe drunkenly, horribly fool around with hands with someone in the graffiti-clad, cigarette stinking bathroom, and yet this guy was like sugary-sweet liquid, laid out in sheets for him; a thread count of probably a million.
Not to mention the pretty little situation between his legs, and the legs that bent up and thrashed back down with each little touch Gabe gave him, the six-plus feet of soft skin, and the little moans and whines that faltered through puffy, pink lips.
Gabe’s size kink really was that of a guilty pleasure, and upon hearing the two words together, it was so easy to immediately assume he liked them big, but he couldn’t care less about those when the small ones made his skin crawl with excitement, enough that his body felt like it was on fire, his dick taking a definite interest in absolutely everything about them.
Guys with big dicks were usually arrogant and way too proud of them, tried to show them off and use them to their dominating advantage, but William didn’t even think Gabe would want to touch him like that at first, and when he finally got his pants off, melted so easily under Gabe’s hands; soft and sweet and sticky with sweat, like melted ice cream.
He took his hand away, dragging down to fondle gently with William’s balls, spanning the sharp contour of William’s hipbone with the other hand before steadying the base and taking his cock into his mouth, all heavy, hard warmth on his tongue. It was so easy to take, so easy to wring pleasure out of, and yet Gabe still whined with every drag of his tongue up the length, the feeling of it slipping between his lips absolutely perfect.
William’s moans grew louder, shakier, and his hips bucked up harder; not jutting, but definitely pushing up against Gabe’s face with a bit of force in a way he totally didn’t mind, and maybe even leaned into.
Every inch of William’s skin crawled when Gabe gave him everything he had, all slow, sloppy sucking, cupping and massaging his balls in perfect syncopation; squeezing harder when his mouth relaxed, and touching soft and gentle when his cheeks hollowed and his tongue pressed to the length.
There was just something about sucking on a little cock that made Gabe more turned on than any man was worthy of being. Each long, slow drag of his tongue up the length of it sent a tingling shiver up Gabe’s spine, made a warmth gather in his abdomen, and made his head grow heavy and foggy.
His fingertips couldn’t get enough of the feeling of William’s skin, and his tongue never wanted to leave his cock. He wasn’t even doing anything particularly special at that moment, he was just sucking on it, but William’s tensing up was unmistakable, fighting with the sheets and moaning the loudest Gabe had heard from him all night.
Gabe finally pulled his lips off, sloppier than he’d meant to and still connected by a thick string of saliva as he wrapped his hand around William again and tugged everything out of him, feeling every wet, used, red inch of him twitch, watching as his thighs trembled and he cursed low and hot under his breath. Gabe sucked on his thumb before licking over one of William’s balls, then pressed his thumb to William’s frenulum and rubbed in little circles.
Soft, low hums spun off of William’s lower lip, the thin, pink flesh tender and sore with how hard he’d been biting on it, lips trembling and struggling to piece the vowels together as he groaned out soft and complacent, “Close”
Gabe held William’s pulsating warmth in almost his full hand, pretty much encapsulating the thing, but leaving just enough room for his head to poke out. He laved over it, warm and sloppy, and sucked over the slit, licked around the curve, and played with different pressures on his frenulum, matching the rhythm in which William was rocking his hips up.
“Look at you, you’re falling apart from what I’m doing.” Gabe grinned through his coo, encouraging, and William only moaned in response.
William’s words came quick and breathy, quieter than he’d wanted as he arched his back and fisted at the sheets. “Wanna come, I wanna come, Gabe”, he cried, hissed, pleaded, and Gabe tugged his length harder, pressed the thumb of his other hand to William’s frenulum, sucked more delicately, and ran his tongue in the sloppiest swirl over William’s tip, and it wasn’t long before salty-smooth ropes of cum were leaking out over Gabe’s lips until he opened his mouth to take it, humming as the liquid coated the walls of his mouth and his tongue as he finished William off, licked up the mess, and came back up to cuddle in next to him.
“William-“ he started, but William just smiled lazily, satiated, and pressed two fingers to Gabe’s slick, puffy lips and hissed, “Shhh. Good boy.”
They curled up under the covers, turned on the TV, and channel surfed through low-budget late night bullshit as Gabe stroked mindlessly over William’s thigh, inching inwards in a way William leaned into encouragingly, and after a few minutes, Gabe’s fingers trailed delicately over William’s hard cock.
“Again already? Is it my lucky day?” Gabe laughed, and William just leaned further into Gabe, lips threatening touch against Gabe’s, not saying a word before gently pulling Gabe’s hand away. The two held each other close, William fondling his own cock and breathing little shallow gasps into Gabe’s mouth as Gabe felt around William’s nightstand drawer for a bottle of lube.
He eventually found it and slicked two fingers up, pushing them to his own hole and sliding in to curl up and rub that sweet spot inside himself. With how turned on William’s cock had gotten him, he was completely relaxed, muscles loose enough that he could slip in easily.
It was nothing but them holding each other close, lazily making out and pleasuring themselves, gasping and moaning into each other’s mouths. It wasn’t long before Gabe was pulling his fingers out of himself and pulling William’s hand away.
Gabe shot William a look, deep from his soul and completely washed over with desire and need, and without either of them speaking, only following each other’s bodies, Gabe fell onto his back, tearing the sheets away and pulling William on top of him and into a deep kiss, tongue slipping past the seam of William’s lips, licking over the edge of his teeth, kissing deep and searching.
William was slightly confused, kissing and licking over the exposed skin of Gabe’s craned neck as Gabe fished around again and pulled a smaller condom out of the nightstand drawer, bringing back the bottle of lube with a smart little grin across his lips.
William’s eyes blew wide, like no one had ever asked that of him before, but Gabe just nodded, and helped William slide the condom onto himself, slicking the little length up and then guiding William to press his tip against Gabe’s wet and waiting hole.
“I haven’t ever done this, for like- well, yeah, y’know.” William sighed, cheeks flushed pink, maybe with embarrassment, but maybe also anticipation.
“It’s okay, sweetheart, it’s gonna be good. Trust me.” Gabe smiled, flashing perfectly white teeth when he kissed William open-mouthed.
William slid in in one smooth motion, pushing his hips up and looking into Gabe’s eyes, already blown wide with pleasure.
“God, that’s-“ Gabe gasped, reaching to hold William’s hips and guide him into a gentle, easy rocking motion. “Your cock feels so good, feels so good.”
That, William didn’t doubt. Gabe’s eyes were fluttering nonstop, threatening to roll back, and he tipped his head back, rocking into William’s touch.
“If you just- just roll your hips a little, push in and up, a little bit harder.” Gabe groaned, deep and gravelly and already so wrecked. “I can’t fucking- you feel fucking amazing, William.”
William tried his best to follow what Gabe wanted, holding Gabe’s hips, and when he finally hit in and up with the circling of his hips, Gabe threw his head back and pushed into it, legs spread and shoving down onto every one of William’s thrusts, their bodies rocking together as William dragged Gabe further down the bed, standing up at the foot of it and leaning down to hump into Gabe, body arched over and blanketing him as he rocked in harder, faster, still rolling his hips and still torturing Gabe’s prostate.
A big dick meant it was easy to slip past and completely miss the prostate, too big and taking away from that little pleasure point, at least from what Gabe had found, but William lined up so perfectly, and every time he rocked into Gabe’s achingly desperate hole, the swollen head of his cock rubbed against where Gabe needed him the most; a never ending massage that sent waves of pleasure vibrating through Gabe’s body, made every strand of body hair stand up as his skin prickled.
He fisted at the sheets and screamed out a moan as William reached up to hold Gabe’s shoulder for support and rocked his hips right against that weak, sensitive spot, William’s hips skin-to-skin with Gabe’s, and Gabe lost every thought that wasn’t solely focused on not coming when William reached a hand down to rub two long, lithe fingers firm against Gabe’s taint.
Gabe couldn’t help but throb in response to everything, whining high and needy as he wrapped his hand around his own achingly hard cock and jerked hard and fast until those inevitable white ropes spurted up onto William’s stomach and dripped down Gabe’s hand and length.
“Gabe-” William whined, voice then breaking into a cried out moan, “Oh Gabe.”
Gabe was completely out of it, knocked into a catatonic state of unable to keep his eyes from fluttering shut, mouth agape as he moaned loud and uncontrollably, fisting the sheets hard enough to rip them, all as William just continued pushing into him hard and fast and tight, tearing him apart from the inside out, rubbing against that swollen nub inside Gabe until he was ruined, murmuring out, “Come. Come for me, William. Can’t do it anymore.”
A crease formed between William’s brows as he focused on that burning white glow, and spilled hard into the condom, breath heaving as he stilled inside of Gabe before pulling out and shifting around to get into a more comfortable position on the bed with him.
Gabe could barely speak, he was completely physically exhausted, his hole had been abused and was aching, and he still sighed deep and content, “That was the best I’ve ever had.”
William grinned, pressing thank you kisses to Gabe’s neck before murmuring into hot, sweat-slick skin, “Yeah?”
Gabe laughed automatic and easy, “Shit, Yeah. You made me orgasm I think- like twice, I think.”
William’s eyes widened in shock, “That good, hm?”’
“The thing- with your fingers. Felt too good. Your cock is amazing.” Gabe murmured lazily against William’s lips.
William quickly thought it over, then pulled Gabe into a deep, heavy kiss. “You’re the first person to ever tell me that.”
Gabe scoffed unbelievingly, “How?! You do fucking wonders. Look at me, I’m wrecked.”
“You look good when you’re wrecked.” William laughed, trailing over sore, sweaty skin with the gentle touch of his fingertips as Gabe’s hands found their way into William’s messy curls. “Wreck me often, then.”
“What?” William said, stopping the movements he was making.
“I really would not mind having you do that to me again. Whenever you want. Shit, just use me as a fuck toy when you’re bored, you are beyond hot.” Gabe murmured, and he was out of it and not making sense. He was cock-drunk, maybe still actually drunk, delirious and riding that edge of alcohol still dancing its way through his bloodstream, William thought, and let Gabe fall asleep as he curled up into the warm, clay-like curve of his body.