March 22nd, 2014 - Jose Cuervo
AUTHOR: Elizabeta H. Austria
March 22nd, 2014 - Jose Cuervo
I'm drop dead pissed off my arse.
"OI, ALFRED!" I slurred, and the American man in question shuffled over with a bottle of tequila.
"Hey Aaaartie! Ya want some?" the American chuckled.
We were at a party. Fourth of July to be exact. I'd decided to come after Alfred begged for a month straight. I looked at the bottle Alfred offered me. Eh, why not?
"Sure lad!" I said latching my hand to the bottle taking a large swig.
"Anglettere, you can drink!" said my friend, Francis, loopy and drunk.
"Ja! Vow eyebrowz!" Gilbert, another friend, chuckled. He was even more drunk, along with a Spanish man named Antonio.
"Si! Arturo es muy bueno!"
I chuckled and spoke in different tongues. "Gracias Antonio, merci Francis, danke Gilbert!" I said, cackling as they all stared at me dumbstruck at my use of languages. "Haha! I'm more lingual when drunk!"
They nodded.
"Haha! Bro that's kinda hot!"
Alfred was wearing a cowboy hat. Cute.
"Hell, ya think that's hot, how's about this, ya git!" I laughed and I grabbed his vest and pulled him into a rough kiss.
Alfred managed to push me against the bar and deepened the kiss as his tongue dragged across my lower lip. I opened my mouth and I let out a small groan as his tongue explored my mouth.
"ZAT'S ONE F*CKING KISS! HOLY SH*T!" Gilbert yelled immediately, making us break apart. We both smirked and Alfred put one arm around my waist and pulled me close.
"Mon dieu!" Francis exclaimed as he fanned himself.
"Aye, mama!" Antonio gasped.
I rolled my eyes. "Belt up, gits, it was just a kiss!" I moaned. "Oh well, MORE TEQUILA!" I shouted, downing more of the tangy liquid and hopping on the bar. I held up the tequila in a toast. "To Jose Cuervo, a friend of mine! No! Mi amigo!" I bellowed "HAHA!"
We all cheered, and when I got down Alfred whispered in my ear.
"That kiss was pretty hot." His steamy breath tickled my neck, making me shiver uncontrollably. I saw our trio of friends disperse and I smirked, taking Alfred's face in one of my hands and pulling him close, draping my other arm over his shoulder.
"Wanna make it hotter?" I breathed, and Alfred suddenly dove forward into another deep, passionate, ecstasy-filled kiss.
We were moving, and when my back hit against a door that creaked open we stumbled into the room. I slammed the door shut with my foot and then my back crashed into something soft.
"Uhhgg...Bloody hell, my head!" I said, sitting up.
What happened last night? Things don't look too familiar. I looked down and found myself wearing Alfred's jacket. It was zipped up but that's not what was worrying me. "EEP!" I yelped as I realized I had no clothes on underneath.
Crap.
Suddenly my eyes went wide as I heard a moan to the right of me. I slowly moved my head and
"AH BLOODY F*CK!" I yelled and jumped, landing with a thud on the ground. That awfully cute cowboy was right next to me.
"Waa?" he asked, groggily, as he woke up. "Woah, what? A-Arthur?!" I saw him sit up and I blushed a shade of red that would put Antonio's tomatoes to shame when I realized he had no clothes on either. I sat kneeling on the ground, pulling the jacket down in the front, with Alfred looking at me as he leaned on his side, pulling the covers up a little. We stared at each other and said the same thing.
"Sh*t."
I groaned. "I drank way too much tequila last night."
I burrowed my blushing face into his jacket. Alfred smirked and wrapped the blanket around his midsection and put on what I think, and very much hope, were boxers. He hopped off the bed and crouched down on one knee, chuckling at my blush when I looked up.
"Haha! Ya know what, Iggy? Ya look really cute like that!" he said
"Git." I stated, slightly annoyed.
He shrugged. "Whatever!" And he leaned over and kissed me.
Well, why the bloody hell not? I snaked my arms around his neck and kissed him back. He scooted closer and I broke off.
"Are we a couple?" I asked, and Alfred thought for a second then nodded.
"Definitely a couple!"
We kissed again and I wrapped my legs around him and kissed him until neither of us could breath.
Yeah, I drank waaaaaaay too much tequila last night, but hey! I got a boyfriend now, and to make it better his name is Alfred F. Jones.