😊 And we're back with Evan. Or should I say MiniVan? 😏 I'm slowly starting to feel that Christmas atmosphere but with some clients I have to deal it's nearly impossible 😂. Enjoy ^.^
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(A Evan POV)
My eyes widened in shock, my mind slowly consuming what was going on. He slowly pulled away, new tears streaming down.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, his hands still on my face.

"W-why... did you-" I tried to focus on what I wanted to say, but he kissed me again.

This is so wrong!

I carefully pushed him away from me, taking him by his shoulders. I stood up, and he looked up to me.

"Craig, stop," I said silently.

"Is it some sort of... crime... to kiss you?" He slurred, sighing loudly.

"Craig."

He stepped closer to me, drifting with his hands up and down on my chest.

"I know you're straight... and maybe... maybe that's the biggest turn on."

I closed my eyes, trying to be reasonable, but the only thing I was feeling were his hands on me.

"Craig," I tried once again.

"You... you don't have to do anything. I'll take care of everything."

His next words were soaked into an absolute chaos. All my ears caught were only a few words, his voice sounded so familiar.

Be a good boy, Evan.

"Delirious," I moaned, opening the eyes only to see confused Craig.

"Delirious? Ww-what?" He slurred.

My nostrils were attacked by his alcohol breath, and my brain started to think straight immediately. I pushed him away slowly.

"Stop," I commanded softly.

"But I want to continue."

"No. You aren't kissing me because you feel like it. You just want to forget, that's two different things," I tried to reason with him.

"But you... you like it! You moaned," he crossed his arms.

"Craig, listen. I know it hurts, alright? But this isn't the way, and more specifically sleeping with me won't solve your problems."

"No! You don't fucking know how much it hurts! You've never been in love, you just fuck for pleasure."

Ouch.

"To loose somebody really dear to you is like loosing half of you. Your life is pointless, there's no-"

I stepped towards him and pulled him into the hug.

"I love you, Craig. I'm here for you, always will be. Don't say those words, you aren't alone," I soothed him, rubbing his back.

"But... but... but Eric."

"You know what? Let's go to the club. The Sayers club? We'll enjoy ourself, and I'll help you find somebody, hm?" I offered him.

"You know how this will end. You'll get drunk... then fuck some girls, leaving me alone and-" he started to say into my chest.

I hugged him tighter, kissing his head.

"I won't, I promise."

"Evan?" He said after a few seconds of silence.

"Hm?"

"I... I'm sorry for kissing you."

I just smiled, putting the two finger under his chin. I raised his head.

"Let's use your drunk state for the last time. I hope you won't remember this."

And I wish to forget as well.

I leaned down and brushed our lips together. I was curious how good he could be. He locked his hands around my neck, and at that moment I kissed him. Without any asking, he let me in and I explored his mouth.

It was so much different then kissing Delirious. Most likely because I still knew this was my best friend. I pulled away, smiling.

"You happy now?" I asked him. 

"No. The pain is still there," he whispered.

"I told you. Let's go up, Craig, I'm sleeping with you. We will go out tomorrow."

When I woke up the other day I walked down to make some breakfast for both of us.

"Morning," I was greeted by Craig's cracked voice.

I smiled at him and put the plate with the food on the table in front of him.

"How do you feel?" I sat against him.

"Awful. I think it's worse then yesterday," he mumbled.

"Let's try think about everything in a positive way, that's what my shrink thought me. He's visiting us tomorrow, you can have some time with him... if it helps."

I tried to support him the best way I could, seeing him like this was tearing me apart, especially after what happened. He looked at me hurt and frowning.

"You think I need a shrink?"

"I didn't mean it that way. Let's watch some movie, then we're preparing ourselves to the evening."

After the movies, I decided to wait for Craig in the car. Opening the door, I spotted letter on the ground. I picked it up, scanning it. With my deep interest I opened it, just to find out it was for Craig from Tyler.

Dearest Craig,
I know-

That motherfucker! You're not hurting Craig anymore, I won't allow it.

I quickly scramble the paper into the small ball, tossing it into the bin on my way to Frank, who was waiting in the car.

We arrived into the Sayer's club around 11 pm. Memories of the previous nights in there flew through my mind, and I shook my head to get rid of them.

I can't get drunk! I can't get drunk!

We ended up sitting in the VIP lounge with the perfect view on the whole dancing floor. The moment I set my foot in my other side woke up, and I ordered us a few drinks. I wanted to be more relaxed, and I wanted Craig to loosen up. I dragged him eventually into the dancing floor, seeing him dance with some men.

After few hours I was drunk as well as him. A girl I was dancing with locked her arms around my neck and leaned closer to my face. My drunken body took an advantage of it, kissing her on the lips. It felt so different, yet familiar. I pulled away from her, still moving my body into the music.

Where's Craig?

I looked around me into the crowd of people, when I saw him going with Jack outside.

"Hey!" I yelled out, confused and bit worried.

Firstly I really didn't understand why would Craig go with him, when they did terrible things to him after my bet. Secondly I didn't understand what was Jack doing here, he and Mark hated this place.

I quickly ran after them, but they were nowhere to be found. Feeling my phone in my pocket vibrated, I pulled it out.

C: I'm fine, don't you worry. Ran into an old friend, decided to go with him.

What? Maybe he just wants to forget about Tyler this way, but I thought he hated them!

"Hello, sexy," I heard a girl's voice behind me, then felt two arms wrapping around my torso.

When Craig is enjoying himself, I'm gonna too.