"Fuck you Shane – you’re a bastard!"

Shane laughed loudly. "Oh, yeah?! That’s what I get for picking up the lost soul?"

Kian grinned. "No, it’s what you get for making comments like that."

"Like what?" Shane looked innocent.

Kian blushed. "You know what I mean."

Mark came out of the bathroom. "But I don’t. What did you mean?"

"Egan’ll explain it. Won’t ya babes?"

"Fuck you."

"Thanks. But that was not what I said. I said he has a cute arse, don’t ya think?"

Mark eyed Kian, much to Kian’s embarrasement and Shane’s amusement. Then he nodded. "Yes. Definitely." Kian blushed even more.

Shane got up and walked over to the mini bar. "Vodka… Sherry… Gin… Want something?"

Kian got up. "How about it all?"

"Greedy are we?"

"Yeah. Come on."

Kian and Shane raided the bar and brought all the little bottles over to were Mark was sitting.

--- Several bottles later ---

"And then I… I…."

"You what?" Shane tried to focus on Kian but it seemed he had two heads.

"I can’t remember! Oh, yeah, I told him to fuck off… with someone else… cause I’m not that kinda guy!!!"

Mark and Shane laughed, not sure about what, just because they felt like it.

Shane stopped laughing and rested his eyes on Kian’s lips. "You never kissed a fella then, Ki?" Mark stopped laughing too and looked at the pair.

Kian shook his head, "Of course not."

"I have."

"Shane." Mark tried to interfere but Shane ignored him – or maybe he genuinely didn’t hear.

"I kissed Mark."

Kian seemed to sober up in an instant. "What?!"

"In fifth class – didn’t we Mark?"

Mark nodded, suddenly seeming a lot more sober, too. "Yeah."

Shane turned to Mark. "Did you like it?"

Mark looked shocked. Then he smiled. "Of course I did."

"See… I’m a good kisser. Wanna try?"

Kian looked at Shane. "Are you for real?"

Shane moved closer and took Kian’s hand, bringing it to his own chest. "Do I feel real?"

Kian nodded, slowly.

"Then kiss me…"

Kian nodded again and let Shane take control of him. Shane’s arms snaked around Kian’s body, grabbing hold of his firm buttocks as they kissed.

"Mmmm… you do have a nice arse… you know what I’d like to do…?"

Kian shook his head.

"Bury myself in your lovely tightness…"

Kian was past the point were he could be shocked, so he just nodded.

"Would you like that?"

"Yeah." Kian hadn’t had too much luck with the ladies lately so lust had taken over his body, and he threw all cares out the window.

Mark watched the scene unfold in front off him. It was obvious that Shane was a lot more dunk than Kian, and still, Kian agreed. Mark groaned inwardly, hoping none of them would remember this night. He sure as hell wouldn’t want to remember it…

He watched as the pair started to undress eachother. He figured neither of them could be *that* drunk, because they managed very well.

"Hey, Mark – do you have any Vaseline or something?!"

Mark flushed. He hoped everyone was asleep because otherwise the whole hotel might have heard that.

"Ummm… hang on…" He rooted through the pockets in his jacket produced a little tin.

Shane looked questioning.

Mark blushed even more. "It’s for… ummm… my lips. They crack easily."

Shane nodded. "You’re such a girl." He moved a bit closer to Mark, blowing hot air into his ear. "It’s kinda sexy though…" Mark shivered and watched Shane as he went back to Kian.

Mark didn’t like the realisation that Shane knew what he was doing as it dawned on him. He supposed his suspicions about Shane were right – which kind off worried him. He didn’t know why, maybe because he was afraid Kian didn’t feel the same way and Shane would end up being hurt. It would be his own fault though!

"Oh, Shane!" Kian gasped. Mark looked up to see Shane’s mouth covering Kian’s nipple. He could not take any more of this.

"Hey, lads, I’m gonna go back to my room and crash." There was no reply other than a soft moan from Kian, and Mark reckoned none of them would miss him so he left.

Shane pushed Kian back on the bed, gently but firmly. Kian groaned as Shane’s weight pressed down on him. Somewhere in the back of his mind his conscience tried to tell him to stop what was happening, but the mixture of lust and alcohol made him ignore it.

In a short while Shane had Kian quivering beneath him. All rationality had left Kian now, it was as if his mind was full of fluff and he couldn’t keep hold on any thoughts. All he was aware of was Shane, Shane’s hands, lips, tongue, teeth… they were everywhere on his body.

"You’re so beautiful…" Shane whispered hoarsely as he sat up to look at Kian. He rolled Kian onto his stomach and reached for the tin he had left on the bedside table. As Kian did not put up any resistance he dipped his fingers into the tin before putting it back on the table.

Kian groaned as Shane eased one finger into him. It felt strange and somewhere in his head the persistent voice was telling him to pull away, but he registered Shane’s other hand caressing the small of his back. It soothed him and helped him ignore the voice.

Shane gently tried for a second finger, and succeeded. "So tight…" he murmured softly, carefully stretching Kian a little. Kian lay still, completely surrendering himself to his friend.

Kian was so beautiful. Shane eased a third finger in, stretching Kian a little more but soon removing his fingers again. Kian was so sexy that he could not wait any longer. He bent forward and gently kissed Kian’s neck, before he sat up to find a condom in the bedside drawer.

Shane soon found what he was looking for. "Jeez, Ki, do you keep those just in case?" Kian, shivering with anticipation about what was to come, could give no other answer than a low groan. Shane shrugged and opened the packet.

Kian tensed as Shane’s body again covered his. Shane’s erection was pressing against him and he suddenly realised what was happening. He wanted to say no but his mind couldn’t form any words.

Shane noticed Kian’s tenseness and patiently kissed his neck to soothe him. "Just trust me Kian, I won’t hurt you." He whispered, nibbling at Kian’s ear. Kian slowly relaxed again, moaning softly as Shane continued his ministrations.

Once he was satisfied that Kian was relaxed Shane gently started to push himself inside of him. Kian groaned, gripping at the bed-sheet, but he didn’t know if he was feeling pain or pleasure. Maybe it was both. He buried his face in the pillow as Shane filled him.

Once Shane had entered Kian he lay perfectly still to give Kian time to accommodate him. Kian was tighter than he had expected and he hoped he wasn’t hurting him. It was hard to tell if Kian’s groans were a result of pleasure or pain. He continued to plant slow kissed on Kian’s neck and shoulders, praying that he hadn’t gone too far.

For a while Kian was hovering on the brink of pain. Shane’s weight was pressing down on him and he suddenly felt trapped. He wasn’t sure what he was feeling and the uncertainty scared him. He dimly registered Shane’s soothing voice and after a while realised his friend was telling him to breathe. He slowly released the breath he hadn’t even known he was holding.

"That’s it," Shane whispered gently, "it’s ok Ki, just relax." He wasn’t sure if he should pull out, he knew that chances were he had just destroyed their friendship forever and if that was the case he might as well take what he wanted before it all ended. His musings stopped as Kian carefully pushed back against him, moaning softly.

Kian realised that it didn’t hurt anymore, instead it definitely felt good, and as he still couldn’t talk he thrust up against Shane to let him know. Shane gently thrust down a few time before he found Kian’s prostrate. Kian quivered beneath him, he had never known such pleasure.

Shane was supporting some of his own weight on his left arm to give Kian room to breathe. He reached his right arm underneath Kian and finding Kian’s erection started to stroke him tenderly. Kian moaned softly, biting his lip to stop himself from screaming Shane’s name.

Kian was the first to come. He did so with an explosive force, feeling more pleasure than he had ever thought possible. Shane came seconds later, his teeth grazing Kian’s shoulder, and his left hand harshly gripping the bed-sheet. Then they both collapsed and for a while all that could be heard was their sharp breaths as they tried to get enough air into their lungs to clear their minds.

Shane was the first to recover. He withdrew from Kian and rolled of him before sitting up to turn Kian over onto his back. "You hurt yourself…" he murmured softly as he spotted the small trickle of blood running from Kian’s lip.

Shane rooted in the drawer of the bedside table to find a tissue. He found one and pressed it against Kian’s lip. Kian kept his eyes closed and let Shane take care of him.

Once Shane was happy that Kian’s lip had stopped bleeding, he took another tissue to clean Kian up a little, before lifting him and carrying over to the other bed. Kian was nearly asleep and didn’t protest as Shane covered him with the duvet before climbing in alongside him.

The following morning Shane woke up from something tickling his nose. He had a desperate headache and it took him a good while before he remembered what had happened the night before. God, what had he done? His heart caught in his throat as he looked down and met Kian’s intense gaze. For a moment they just lay there looking at each other.

"Kian, I’m…. I’m so sorry." Shane finally whispered, thinking he had really gone too far this time. He searched for the words to express how sorry he really was, but Kian reached out and placed his finger on Shane’s lips to stop him.

"It was amazing." Kian said, blushing a little as he gave Shane an insecure smile. "You are amazing." He hoped Shane would notice the hidden love.

Shane studied his friend for a long while, so long that Kian started to squirm beneath his gaze. "So are you." He said at length, finding no words to properly express all the love he was feeling. Instead he shifted a little to allow their lips to meet.

Kian’s smile was more confident as they parted. "Mark was right," he stated, "you are a good kisser." It was Shane’s turn to blush. "Come on," Kian said, "time to get ready." He got up and walked into the bathroom. Shane followed him.

Mark was the only one in the hotel lobby as the pair came down half an hour later. They both smiled at him.

"You do know that you’re going to have to pay for that mini-bar raid out of your own pocket?" Mark said, looking around to make sure Anto wasn’t around.

Shane chuckled and looked at Kian, who shook his head. "Nah, we filled the bottles with water and put them back, we’ll be long gone by the time someone notices." He glanced at Shane who found it hard to keep from laughing out loud.

"You’re unbelievable!" Mark said, he too laughing a little as he looked at the pair, happy that last night hadn’t driven his two friends apart. On the contrary, they seemed even closer…