I was meeting Ryan at the quant little boutique bar that wasn’t far from our base, we went there quite often. I stood by the bar and ordered an old fashion for myself, and a dirty gin martini for Ryan. I felt a strong opened palmed slap on the ass.

“Hey there tiger!”

“Don’t do that!”

He laughed out loud. “Oh relax, you’re always wound up so tight.”

He was right, tonight especially.

“Tequila?” He asked.

“You know I don’t drink that,” I said

“Come on, it’ll help loosen you up.”

“How about a compromise on whiskey?”

He laughed out loud again. “Fine, but if you go home and cry your sorry ass to bed, you only have the whiskey and yourself to blame.”

“I can live with that. Anyway I don’t think I’ll be crying anytime soon.” Though the thought of Rory mated with someone else was probably enough to make me cry after a couple shots of whiskey for sure.

After our shots settled in we took a seat in our regular booth. The booth was white leather and squared off in the corner. In front of the booth was a glass table with a purple light fixture as a centerpiece, keeping with the sleek décor of the rest of the club.

We sat with our backs against the wall, which gave us a nice view of the entire bar and the people inside. Without speaking we sipped our drinks and evaluated tonight’s potential suitors.

“It’s still early,” I said after we had clearly both deemed this crowd unworthy, without having to say a word.

“I thought you just wanted a drinking buddy anyways,” Ryan replied smirking savagely at me.

“Well, its still fun to look.” Without giving him a chance to slip in another sarcastic remark I added, “Two more shots than?”

Two shots turned into several and we danced a little, had some casual laughs with entertaining people passing by, and before we knew it, it was nearing 3am. Ryan was at the bar ordering one last round and began waving me over. I laughed, I knew he was up to no good. I slid up to the bar. “Yes, you beckoned me?”

“This is Andrew,” he giggled and presented a beautiful blonde with perfectly sculpted pectorals, a beefy set of arms, and a tiny framed body

“Hi Andrew,” I leaned in and kissed his cheek, but gave Ryan a death stare over his shoulder.

“Hi,” he said placing a hand on my chest and taking a step closer towards me.

Ryan came beside me and whispered in my ear, “Here you go, I know he’s not your type, but I think you could have some fun.” He looked over his shoulder and winked at him than took off. I probably wouldn’t be seeing him for the rest of the night.

“So, you’re in the army? “ His brown eyes and gold blonde hair, made me think of Rory. “That is so sexy.”

I wondered what Rory was doing. “Yea, hey, lets get out of here?” I said to him, I needed a distraction. I couldn’t live forever thinking about the past.

We got back to my place. Without saying anything I slipped his shirt off over his head. He began kissing my body all over, working his way down towards my already hard cock and began to suck it. It felt good.

Rory… Rory… No. Stop thinking about him right now.

He finished sucking. My dick was wet but I wasn’t finished. I stripped off his pants and in one fast motion I picked him up with both hands and threw him on the bed, turning him over on his stomach. I shoved my dick inside his wet ass. All I could think about was Rory’s sexy schoolboy smile and I grew harder. I was fucking harder and faster, coming in a explosive rush. I held my satisfied cock in my hand.

“That was amazing,” he awed. I had almost forgotten he was there as I was dreaming about Rory the entire time.

“Yea, thanks.” I conjured up a small smile and lay down on my back beside him. My eyes started to dose off.

Gasping! I woke up. Whoa, where am I, oh right my house. I rolled over in my bed, there room still dark. I found myself pressed up against a body in my bed. Andrew. Shit I was drunk last night. I stumbled into the living room for a glass of water. Chugging the glass of water as I sat on my couch I tried to piece together the previous night.

Where is my phone? I one hand patted all the surfaces in my apartment, too drunk still to turn a light on. Finally, I touched the familiar glass screened pocket device in a crack of my sofa. Oh thank god I didn’t loose it. I glanced at the time, avoiding the notifications of new messages. Four in the morning. I definitely needed more sleep before I read those. I put the phone on the table beside me and fell back asleep on the sofa.