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Metaphorically Speaking
They were alone in the kitchen. Eric could hear the party outside the swinging door. They'd both ended up there getting more beer and stood around, leaning on the counters, talking for a while.
Tom had been upset all evening and Eric wanted to know what was going on, but he couldn't just outright ask. "How's Jamie?" He tried what he thought was a safe subject.
Tom's eyes darkened and he quit smiling. "I suppose she's great. She and her new boyfriend are having a wonderful time in New York.
"Oh, man. I'm sorry. That sucks."
Tom nodded. Eric reached over and touched his arm and said, "No, really. I know how that is. My last girlfriend cheated on me." His hand was still on Tom's arm and he squeezed gently.
"It's just…God. She said she only did it to get back at me and then she really started to like the guy. He's normal. He's an accountant or some shit like that."
"Get back at you?"
Tom shook his head. "She's convinced I cheated on her. I swore to her that I didn't. I was out with Mike, and there was a chick hanging all over me, but I swear I didn't even kiss her. She was all skanky."
"More Michael's type?" Eric asked with a smile.
Tom grinned back. He put his hand on Eric's and said, "Thanks."
"For what? All I did was bring up a bad subject. Have another beer, Tom. Allison is buying."
Making a face, Tom started opening cupboards. "I'm tired of beer. Think she's got anything else around here?"
Eric shrugged and started to look himself.
"Ah ha!" Tom brandished a bottle of whiskey and pulled two glasses down from a nearby cabinet.
Eric watched him get ice from the freezer and pour them each a large glass of amber liquid. "Jesus, Tom."
Grinning, Tom pushed one over to Eric and held his own up for a toast, but instead of saying anything, just clinked their glasses together. Tom gulped half of his down while Eric only sipped his. This was going to be a long night.
~*~
Several people had come in and out of the kitchen, but no one stayed very long.
Eric was dizzy and the room spun way too much. He slid off his barstool and sat on the floor with his back to the island.
"Where'd you go?" Tom slurred his question.
"Here," Eric called from the floor.
Tom leaned over and toppled down onto the tile. "Oof. Well, this is as good idea as any."
Eric nodded. He looked at Tom and watched him talk like he had been doing for the past hour. They were both completely trashed.
Tom was unhappy with Jamie. He had a huge crush on Mike that Eric had figured out before Tom had alluded to it. Tom loved his dogs and he'd never, ever gotten this drunk before. Eric observed that Tom babbled a lot when he was drunk. A lot.
Eric watched Tom's lips form words and push them out. His eyes blurred and the room kept spinning. The only thing he could think of was how much Tom needed to be quiet.
He leaned over and pressed his lips to Tom's. It took Tom a second to stop talking and accept the kiss. Eric pulled back and Tom asked, "Why did you do that?"
"You talk too much."
Eric kissed him again, this time sucking Tom's bottom lip into his mouth and Tom wrapped his big hands around Eric's arms and pulled him into his lap.
A hand on his cheek and Eric dipped his tongue into Tom's mouth, marveling at the difference. It had been a while since he'd kissed another man. He moaned when Tom's hand settled on his belly.
"What are we doing?" Tom asked when he finally dragged his mouth away.
Eric shrugged. "Does it matter?" He was entirely too drunk to think of a good reason.
Tom looked like he was thinking about it before shaking his head and looking around. "Closet," he said as he pointed at the pantry.
Smirking, Eric said, "Metaphorically speaking…" He stood up on shaky legs and started towards the door.
Tom stood up and pulled Eric to him. They stumbled but stayed upright and Tom shoved Eric towards the door. He stumbled again but held onto the wall for support.
Closing the door behind them, Tom stared at him for a long second before Eric said, "Tom…" He was going to say more, but he was cut off.
"Shut up. Come here."
But before Eric could move, Tom pressed his body to Eric's and wrapped his arms around him.
Kissing Tom was easy. Their bodies lined up right and it felt good to have all of Tom's muscles against him.
There was no question as to where to put their hands. Tom's were already at the button of Eric's jeans and Eric pulled back panting.
"God," Tom said.
Eric's pants were undone and he started in on Tom's buttons. He fumbled until Tom shoved his hands away and finished it himself, pushing them down as Eric stared. Tom's cock sprang free, and it was already wet. Eric groaned when he finally got his fingers on it, stroking experimentally just to see what kind of noises Tom would make. The whimper made Eric moan. Jesus.
Tom leaned against the wall as Eric moved his hands. It was an awkward angle, but Eric tried to set a rhythm. Tom kept shoving into his fist, making it really difficult. It didn't matter.
Eric ran his thumb across the head, spreading pre-come around before stroking again. Tom lunched forward and pressed his lips to Eric's as he came.
Panting, Eric pressed their foreheads together. Warm, liquor smelling breath he could taste. It could be his own. He didn't know.
"God," Tom repeated.
Eric smiled until he felt Tom's hand wrap around his cock and start moving. He had to close his eyes. He didn't have anything to lean on like Tom did, and he trembled, trying to stay upright.
It was almost too much -- thick fingers, hard strokes that Eric was too drunk and horny to try to match - it was just fucking amazing.
His body tingled all over and he was so close to orgasm. He whimpered when Tom licked his ear and when he whispered Eric's name it sent him over the edge.
Tom kissed him again and smiled as he looked down. "We're a mess."
"Do you at least feel better?"
Tom nodded.
Eric smiled. "Well, that's all that matters then."
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