Eli shrugged. “I really did my best to keep Casey from oversharing once I realized how drunk he was.” Then he grinned. “No big surprises really, just stuff it would have taken him longer to open up about.”
I sighed and started to rub Casey’s back. He cuddled tighter against me and yawned. “The fruity drinks were good, Sir, but I’m tired.”
That was an understatement. “Casey, cutie, where do you live?”
He pointed down the street, gesturing vaguely. Unfortunately, Lane shook his head and pointed the exact opposite direction. “He’s got a pretty house. It’s yellow.”
Shit.
Casey nodded. “Yes, my pretty little yellow house.”
Great. He had a yellow house somewhere. I pictured driving in circles hoping he could get us back to his house. “How about you come home with me?”
Lane and Casey started giggling again. Casey actually straightened and tried to lean closer to Lane. “He’s taking me back to his house. Shh, don’t tell him I haven’t had sex.”
Lane nodded like he’d take Casey’s secret to the grave. “Deal. I won’t tell. Then we can’t get in trouble.”
Eli was desperately trying not to laugh. “Do you see what I’ve been tortured with? I tried to make them eat something and sober up, but neither of them have any tolerance for alcohol.”
I was doing my best not to react, but it was almost impossible. “Isn’t that something you should have asked to begin with?”
“Everyone says that, but they never mean it, and the drinks weren’t supposed to be this strong. These kinds of bars are always too cheap to put the good stuff in drinks.” Eli waved a hand toward the small touristy bar just down the street from the office.
He might have a point there.
I wasn’t ready to give him a pass, though. Before I could tell him that, he was doing his best to catch Lane who’d started dancing down the street toward a big hulking shape that turned out to be Wilder.
“Hi!” Lane turned to Casey. “Isn’t he so hot?”
Casey nodded. “But he’s soooo big.”
Lane sighed. “I know. He’s my big tattooed teddy bear.”
Wilder heard the last bit and started to laugh. “When you said he was drunk, I didn’t think you meant this drunk.”
Lane jumped into Wilder’s arms. “Hi, we didn’t do anything wrong, so no one gets in trouble for pestering Casey.”
Wilder grinned. “That’s good, baby.”
Casey must have still been worried because he started nodding too. “So no spankings for punishment, just if he wants one.”
Wilder didn’t seem to know what to make of that statement. He finally tightened his hold on his wiggly boyfriend and nodded at Casey. “Okay. Just if he wants one.”
Lane sighed. “I do.”
That had Casey giggling again, and he looked at Eli. “He’s going to get a spanking.”
Eli barked out a laugh. “Probably not until he’s sober.”
“That’s sad.” Casey looked at Wilder with a pout on his face. “You’ll spank him if he wants to, right? He was very very good.”
Wilder cleared his throat and stared at me. I could only shrug, so he nodded at Casey. “I’ll give him whatever he wants.”
“Aw, that’s so cute.” Casey leaned back into me and turned his head, a sweet smile on his face. “Lane’s so nice.”
“I know, baby, but he has to go home now.”
Casey nodded and glanced back over at Lane. “So he can get spanked.”
