"Then next time. I will hold you to that." Michael promised but he did concede bobby's point, he was a bit drunk and a bit fuzzy headed so he probably shouldn't have his first time when he was likely to pass out during it. "I should probably go home and try to sleep before the brats want something in the morning."

He set the ice-pack aside and smiled at Bobby, wishing they could make more use of this evening. Stupid closeted idiot, cockblocking him. "You mind driving me home, handsome?"