“Salud!” I cheers-ed my sixth or seventh tequila shot. I accepted my first one from Mr. Rico Suave, whose real name I later found out, Carlos. After the first went down the next five or six were taken without hesitation. I had forgotten about food and replaced it with beer and tequila. Carlos was proving the seemingly impossible possible by becoming more flirtatious as time went on and my alcohol consumption increased.

“So baby, tell me, why you here alone on one night like this?” He said as he drew a finger lightly across my forearm.

“Well, how could I be alone if you are here?” I didn’t want to flirt back but it was the only way I could respond without having to form an explanation on why I was alone. “And you? What would you being doing if I hadn’t been here?”

He took his pointer finger off my arm and waved it back and forth. “No, no, honey, I always have man with me everywhere I go. You be my man tonight honey.”

I laughed, though I wasn’t really sure what he meant. I didn’t think I was getting out of this any time soon. It was my fault for accepting all those shots. Anyways I was having a decent time. I thought about my phone again. I was dying to know if Justin had responded. I was drunk now. Maybe I should go home and compose a response. Something equally as raunchy as his taunting photo.

“Lets go to Easy Days, we have good party there,” Carlos said interrupting my train of thought.

Easy Days was a little electronic bar on the beach point. At night they did a party with lazar lights, smoke, fire dancers and had music that reminded me of my ecstasy consuming rave days. Fuck it, Justin was in another world, Carlos was in my mine at this very moment. “Alright, lets go.” He skipped off to find the waitress and pay. I looked back at the ocean, waves lapping onto the shore. Then he was back, tugging on my arm.

“Ok Papi, we go.”

It wasn’t a large venue; 50 or 60 people and the place was full. Time had escaped me pretty quickly as it was nearly midnight. Carlos extravagantly entered the bar ahead of me with his arms extended open, kissing everyone on the cheek.

I lingered behind him scanning for faces I recognized. I didn’t see anyone I knew so I pulled out a bar stool and motioned for the bartender. I sat and drank another beer as I watched Carlos shimmy around flirting his way through the dance floor.

The music was pulsing heavily with bass I could feel through my entire body. There were half naked girls pawing delightfully at sweaty, shirtless men. The bar was hot, sweaty, and smelled of sex. Carlos came up behind me, his hands sliding around my stomach up to my chest. “Take this,” he whispered in my ear, his right hand was holding my pec and fingering my nipple lightly. I turned my head to the right, my eyes following the arm that was playing with my nipple until I was looking over my shoulder making his eye contact. He gave me a cheeky smile than playfully poked his head around to my other shoulder making me look left.

“What? You want to dance?” I asked him.

He just winked at me and pulled out a key that contained some sort of party substance. He held it up to my nose. I inhaled without thinking. Instant euphoria melted through my body. Carlos smoothly appeared in front of me pushing my knees apart, thrusting his body between them. His hands caressing my chest once again, his lips breathing inches away from mine. He leaned forward slightly and dragged his lips softly over mine. My whole body was numb except for my cock, which was becoming alert and hard.

“I want you to fuck me,” he breathed into my ear.

I didn’t know if it was the atmosphere, drugs, or the excitement from Justin’s picture that had aroused me earlier on in the night.

I grabbed his little bum and pulled him closer sliding my tongue into his mouth. It felt good. I pulled back and eyed him up and down picturing my cock sliding into his tight ass.

Then a wave of soberness hit me. I couldn’t. I pulled away releasing him and got off the stool. “Sorry,” I said drunkenly shaking my head, “sorry, I should go.” Before he had the time to respond I walked out of the bar.

Taking large strides, weaving through the new comers that had just arrived, I reached the street, exhaled, and looked behind me. He did not follow. Thank god. He had probably already moved onto the next. I could have hooked up with Carlos, but my mind kept going back to the warming thought of Justin and his knot bursting inside of me.

I wasn’t in the mood to play around with an omega. I was in the mood to find an alpha I could mate.

I stumbled home. Collapsing onto my bed, drunk and high, I reached for my dick, still aroused and horny with no one to sooth me. I picked up my phone.

Message from Justin Laws “Can I see if you have changed at all?”

My heart melted inside my body. I took a picture of myself smiling but held the camera just far away enough that he could see what I was holding.

“My object of desire was recently just changed…” I wrote underneath the photo and pressed send. Was my new object of desire really Justin Laws, the boy who had broken my heart so many years ago?