I lunge at him, covering his mouth. “Please stop,” I beg.
He tugs on my wrist, and I give him a meaningful look. When I drop my hand, he pouts but nods. “Fine.” He stands and stumbles. I hold my hands out in case he falls, but he grabs his coat and points at Noah. “Let’s go, old man.”
“You’re older than me, I think,” Noah mutters as he tosses back the bottle, but it’s empty. Grumbling, he gets to his feet but stumbles intothe table. Rolling my eyes, I sling his arm over me, and Conan wraps his around my waist.
“Brilliant,” I mutter as I try to navigate us through the tables to the door, apologizing to everyone who’s watching in amusement. Once outside, the fresh air hits us, and they whine. It takes me ten minutes to cross the lot with them, and once we reach the car, Conan pulls away and starts spinning around, his eyes on the stars. I watch him nervously as I lean Noah into his car.
“Conan, you’ll fall!” I warn.
He stops and points at the sky. “You’re pretty, but not as pretty as my boy.”
Is he talking to the stars?
Christ.
Looking at Noah, I frown when he just grins. “Where are your keys?”
“Pocket.” His face suddenly pales, and he pinches his nose. “I hate drinking.”
“So why did you do it?” I sigh as I spare Conan a look, but he’s humming to himself as he sways, still looking at the stars.
“Couldn’t let him win,” he mutters as I reach into his front pocket and search for his car keys.
“Stop moving,” I scold as I press Noah against the side of his car and search his pocket for his keys. I’ll take Conan back to get his car in the morning or grab it myself, but there’s no way I’m putting him in a taxi with how drunk he is.
Noah groans, his head falling back against the roof of his car. “Baby, be quick or I’ll become a bigger perv.”
I freeze, looking at him then down at my hand with growing shock. That dirty bastard! Finding his keys, I let him go, and he slumps with his hand over his face. “So fucking cute, too cute. I have to be good,” he mutters.
Hurrying away, I unlock his car and hook my arm under Conan’s again, then I guide him to the back seat. Once there, I reach across and fasten his seatbelt.
“My little baby.” He sighs as he presses his lips and nose to mycheek. “You smell and feel so good.” Conan reaches for me and tries to yank me down onto his lap. “Come sleep here with me. I’ll be good, unlike that perv.”
Slapping his hands away, I huff while I manage to struggle out of his grip. His head lolls to the side as his eyes close, and I shut the door, ignoring the fast pace of my heart caused by his wandering hands.
They are going to kill me.
Heading back to Noah, I open his door and help him inside as he collapses in the car.
“Such a sexy ass,” Noah grumbles as he grabs it. His eyes narrow when I smack his hand away, and his lips push out in an adorable little pout. “You’re mine. I want to touch.”
“I’m trying to get us home,” I snap as I pat his cheek. “Be a good boy.”
“Mine.” He continues to pout, and I have to bite back a smile.
“Yes, yours, now sleep. I’ll wake you when we get back.” Shutting the door, I suck in a breath of cool air and look to the heavens. Who knew having two boyfriends would be so testing?
My house seemed like the safest choice, but Noah’s was closer and he was gagging, so Noah’s it is. I hope Conan isn’t upset, but if Noah threw up in his car, he would be so mad. It’s hard as hell to get them both inside and even harder to get them upstairs. I try to put Conan in the spare bedroom, but he leans into the door, his eyes narrowed.
“And where are you sleeping?” he whines.
“I’ll sleep downstairs,” I mutter.
“No, I want to cuddle you,” Noah snaps, still drunk and falling, but at least he isn’t gagging anymore.
“Me too!” Conan protests.
“Fine, you two can sleep wherever. I’ll sleep in here!” I snap, done with them. I kick open the door and strip off my shoes, then I crawl into the bed and lie back, my hand over my face.
