"I know it's not OK, but..." Matt whispered but didn't finish as he pulled Bailey down for a kiss.
Matt's mouth tasted like beer and booze confirming that what he said was true, this wasn't OK. But Bailey found himself pressed against Matt's naked, muscular torso, feeling his erection through his shorts and how Matt moved his hips for more contact.
Bailey couldn't help grinding into him too, his tongue in Matt's mouth but then he realized they couldn't do this. Matt was drunk. That was why this was happening and why it couldn't happen.
He wanted so much to give himself up to this completely. It was painful to come to his senses and it was even more painful to stop kissing him. "No," Matt groaned as Bailey drew back.
"Someone might see us," Bailey said though that wasn't his main objection. It was just what he blurted out.
He shouldn't have let himself get carried away with Matt, not even for as long as he did. "Let's get you inside," Bailey said and got Matt to sit up. He let Matt lean on him as he helped him stand up.
Dropping his arm around Bailey, heavy and muscular, Matt asked drunkenly, "Am I in trouble?"
"No, I am," Bailey said.
"You're mad at me," Matt insisted.
"I'm mad at me. You're fine," Bailey assured him. "You just need some sleep."
Taking Matt inside, Bailey led him to his small bedroom and dropped him to lie on the bed. He then went to get a bottle of water. When he got back and tried to give it to him, he got pulled down on top of Matt again.
"No one can see us now," Matt said huskily. Bailey was in danger of getting carried away again.
"You're drunk, Matt," Bailey pointed out to him, not letting himself lose his head this time. Pushing away from Matt andgetting to his feet, he took in the sight of this gorgeous man lying there half naked, his arm reaching out for him.
"I need you," Matt said, his voice thick.
"Drink some water. And sleep it off," Bailey told him and put the water bottle down.
"I can't sleep this off," Matt said and rubbed his hard cock through his shorts, squeezed it, making Bailey uncomfortably hard just from watching him.
He needed to stop doing that. Shutting his eyes to the sight of him, Bailey shook his head and made himself turn away. He got out of the room while he still could. As he closed the door, he wanted to bang his head against it. Nothing in his life had ever been sexier than Matt right now.
Chapter 11
The next morning was the first time Bailey was up before Matt, but he would be up soon too, and facing him after last night wasn't going to be easy. Bailey had to forget the image of Matt hard and rubbing himself. He couldn't. He had felt too much of Matt before he came to his senses, his lips, his tongue, his naked chest and his cock getting hard.
To keep his mind off everything from last night, Bailey got busy in the kitchen. Joey was on the porch with a pair of binoculars they found in the house. He was watching boats. Bailey was about to call him in for breakfast, but at the kitchen door, he nearly ran into Matt.
He backed away quickly, not willing to risk any body contact after last night. Even without any contact, Bailey was flustered. The 'good morning' he was going to say got caught in his throat.
It didn't seem to be a good morning for Matt though. He stood there somehow looking gorgeous and hungover at the same time. He also looked very upset. "And I'm late getting up on top of everything. I'm so sorry about last night. Am I fired?"
"No, you're not fired," Bailey told him.
"Are you mad at me?" Matt asked, still worried.
"No, I'm not mad," Bailey said.
"It won't happen again. When I was doing all that drinking, I didn't think about what would happen when I got home," Matt said.
"You have a right to a personal life and you live here," Bailey said. He wondered if Matt would mention how they kissed, maybe inform Bailey that it meant nothing, that he only made a move on him because he was drunk. It didn't need to be said, of course. A guy like Matt would never be interested in him sober.
Matt skipped over that part, but there was something else that bothered Bailey. "Last night you told me you were drinking because things got to be too much for you. Is it this job? Is it too stressful to live here with us?"
"What? No. You guys are great," Matt said.
"I thought maybe living where you work made you feel like you were on duty all the time," Bailey said.
