Gay Sex in Dark Places: Part 2 (Gay Drama)

Fuck! Why the shit had I let him get away from me? Why hadn’t I said the right things, the careful things, kept him wound up and hungry next to me until he was begging, again, for me to take him home?
Because he deserves better than that, some stern voice reminded me as I watched his body twist and turn on the dance floor, his hands pushing away partner after partner. Because if you didn’t tell him the truth, you and he would both hate you for it. You need more than that from him.
But what does he need from you?
“He looks good tonight.” I tried to ignore the bartender, his voice seemingly always at my shoulder tonight. I gritted my teeth and turned away, surprised to find myself turning into a cold glass.
“On the house,” the bartender smiled. At my narrowed eyes, he shrugged. “Consider it an apology for previous actions.”
I wasn’t sure what he had to apologize for, but I shrugged and took the drink. Usually I avoided hard liquor, for reasons that were. Well. I don’t love not being in control of myself. But it was one drink, and Bren was here, somewhere, and honestly I really fucking needed it.
I guess the liquor was stronger than I expected, or I was way more of a lightweight than I remembered, because by the time I got the the bottom of the cup I felt fucking. I don’t know. Fantastic? Delirious? I wasn’t sure that I felt drunk, but I sure as hell didn’t feel sober.
“You know,” and there was that fucking voice again, the bartender back at my shoulder. Was he a devil? No, I thought, breaking into a grin. A guardian angel. “John’s right there.”
I snapped my gaze up and found him, dancing away. He had finally...