When Alexei Met Beau

"What else're you gonna help me with?" he teased, chuckling.

Alexei chuckled.

"I'm going to let you sleep in my bed, get you a bucket in case you get sick, and then let you sleep this off," he replied truthfully.

"Yeah, and what's it gonna cost me?" he asked. "A blowjob?"

"Hmm, we can discuss your payment tomorrow," Alexei told him.

"Why, you not ready now?" he asked, giving Alexei an odd look as they made their way up the stairs.

"Well, the thing is, you've had a few too many drinks to be making these sorts of decisions," he told him as he steered Beau towards his bed. "So, we'll talk in the morning."

"'S fine, I never make these decisions sober," he explained, resting a hand on Alexei's lower back. "Sober me doesn't have the courage."

Alexei gently removed his hand.

"I'll make you a deal, then," he said. "I'll give you one kiss and tomorrow if you're still interested I'll ask you if you want another one. How does that sound?"

He blushed, giggling. "I don't know the last time I kissed anyone, to be honest."

"Really?" Alexei mused, somewhat amused. "Well, like I said. You can have as many as you want tomorrow."

"What if I want 'em tonight?" he pressed, pulling Alexei close by his arm. "Don't tell me you don't want anything...am I not your type or somethin'? I suck like a vacuum cleaner, I fuckin' promise. No complaints."