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Monday, February 13, 2012

A New start Part 5

Hello everybody. Welcome back to another Monday.



Today’s prompt is: Before your character knows it, he's drank a whole bottle of champagne on Valentine's Day Eve. Why? What happens?





Don’t tell anybody, but I’m in love with these eyes – looks below –







Andrew stared at the door, unable to move. What just happened? He was so happy about this evening, and now everything was… was what? Was it the end? Or just a little delay? He was crushed. He hoped so much, and now he was alone, with no hope to see Antonio again.

In a daze, he headed to the kitchen and stopped in the middle of the room. He looked around, not knowing what to do. He automatically reached for the fridge and opened the door. There, between the vegetables and the different cheeses he bought, stood a bottle of champagne. Oh right! And here I thought we would celebrate this evening with it.

Sighing, he grabbed the bottle and one glass, and went in the living room. He turned the TV on and prepared himself for a very boring evening. He watched absentmindedly the screen while opening the bottle and pouring the champagne in the glass. As he raised the flute to his mouth, something on the TV caught his attention…

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Antonio was driving with no real purpose, trying to calm his anger. He couldn’t believe it. So Andrew was one of these married guys who wanted to “explore” his “gay side”. Been there, done that! No thanks!  That was not what he was looking for. Well, at least the little prick showed his real nature before they went any further. Antonio knew that he was so close to fall for the man. Why would this happen to him?

Stopping at a red light, he tried to remember what Andrew told him. He was obviously trying to tell him something, but Antonio was too angry to listen. Maybe he should have. Maybe Andrew had a very good explanation. Maybe you should go back and listen to what he has to say. Maybe you should give him a second chance. Without taking the chance to think it over, he made a U-turn and drove back to Andrew’s house.

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Valentine’s Day? Really? Andrew blinked several times, trying to understand what the overly make-up woman on the screen was saying. Oh God, he was so obsessed with Antonio that he didn’t realize what day it was. He looked at the bottle of Champagne. Well, he didn’t have a date, but he certainly has the drink. Without thinking any further, he began to drink the Champagne like it was milk.

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Andrew jerked on the couch when he heard the pounding on the door. His head was hurting him and it looked like his body was numb, anesthetized. What time was it? What happened?

“I’m coming, I’m coming! Jeez, stop that noise!”

He stood up carefully, his legs not supporting him. He walked unsteadily to the door, praying that the pounding would stop.

When he finally reached it, he realized that his vision was blurry and the door knob seemed to laugh at him. Man, you’re wasted! After several attempts, his hand found the door knob and he was able to open it.

 “What took you so long?”Said an angry voice.

“Antonio?” Andrew was shocked. He thought he would never see the man again, and he was now at his door, looking hotter than ever – yes, in spite of his blurred vision, he could see how sexy Antonio was – and very very angry.  

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Antonio looked at Andrew and knew something was wrong. He instantly regretted to have yelled, but he always did that when he was worried, and worried he was. He’d been banging on that door for six long minutes. But seeing now Andrew in a such deplorable state, he forgot about his anger and took the other man’s hand in concern.

“Are you alright? What happened? Did you hurt yourself?”

Andrew was watching him, his eyes unfocused, and a silly grin on his face. Antonio is here. Wait! He was talking, wasn’t he? He was trying very hard to shake the mist that invaded his brain, his eyes straining in the effort. But no matter how hard he tried, the only thing that was in his mind was that Antonio was back. He couldn’t stop smiling like an idiot.

“Hum… Did you have a drink? Or two? Or several?” Antonio leaned over to smell his breath. “Dannazione! Andrew! How many drinks did you have?”

Andrew kept looking at him with that stupid smile on his face, and Antonio knew he had to do something.

“Ok, where’s the bathroom? You need a cold shower!” looking around him, he spotted the empty bottle of Champagne. “Mio Dio! Did you drink the whole bottle?”

Andrew didn’t answer. He just looked at him, a blissful smile on his lips, nodding his head. Alcohol obliterating his inhibitions, he stepped forward and pressed his body against Antonio’s, sprinkling his neck with little wet kisses.

Antonio held his breath, Andrew body against his awaking his desire. His cock began to swell and goose bumps appeared on his arms.

“Andrew… Andrew, listen to me. Look at me! Andrew!” He put his hands on the shoulders of the other man and pushed him gently. When he was able to breathe more easily, he took Andrew’s chin in his hand and raised it to look at him in the eyes.  

“Andrew. You drank too much. I bet you didn’t even eat. You need to take a shower, eat a little something  and go to bed. Show me where your bathroom is, ok?”

 Andrew raised his arms and pointed a door at the end of the corridor. He blinked a few time and looked at Antonio.

“I love when you speak Italian,” he rasped, leaning again towards Antonio.

“Yea, well, I only do when I’m angry or too emotional. Now, let’s go take that shower, shall we?”

Putting his arms around Andrew’s waist, he headed for the bathroom. Once they reached it, he let go of Andrew and turned around to leave the room. As soon as he stepped out, he heard a big noise. Retracing his steps in a hurry, he found Andrew sprawled on the floor, looking so surprised it was almost comical. Realizing that there was no escape, he sighed loudly and leaned over to pick up the other man.

“Ok, it seems that you can’t do it by yourself. So I’ll help you. Do you think you can undress alone?” Antonio said these words praying with little hope to be granted, that Andrew would really be able to manage.  But no, no such luck. Andrew swayed dangerously every time Antonio tried to let him go. Resigned, he began to undress him.


TBC


I hope you liked it. As usual, you’ll find the links to the amazing Story Orgy writers bellow.







3 comments:

  1. Oh boy! Great setup for a drunken strip tease, Jade! Let's hope Andrew sobers up and these two can talk soon.

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  2. Ooh...yes... this is a great start to ironing out that little difficulty of the wedding photo... :) PS- Italian is sexy as heck, btu French ...even more!

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