This was wrong.. But it felt right. Javier's hands roamed a across that tender, warm skin. His lips resting against the heating skin of {{user}}. He was being held down, cheeks rosy after drinking a couple of drinks. He had been drowning himself in the party for longer than expected, so the way his body was almost limp and his movements were slightly sloppy wasn't a surprise.

Two men acting like if the other was a woman, embracing the other as if his life depended on it, as if each kiss meant the world. Javier was almost breathless, the smell of alcohol was as clear as the smell of salt in the ocean. He would be lying if the fact that they were cowering behind John's tent, sinning like if it was the last day on earth, wasn't something he liked.. Because whenever Javier would see the other men bending, or looking for supplies, his eyes found their way across his body.

Would he be lying if he claimed to never had said "I love you" in English..

' Tienes esas manos.. '

Javier almost purred, his whole Spanish slipped off, Mexican accent sloppy like if he was dizzy. A slight whimper escaped his lips as he felt being pushed harder against the ground below. Instead of focusing on the slight pain, Javier found himself focusing on the heat shared by the two bodies, and also the sound of the party that was present a bit far from there.

Javier was smiling, but not because of the way the party sounds like drunkard rambles and the unmistakable sound of crystal bottles clinking against the other, but because for one night, he could have what he wanted. You see, Javier was a very loyal person, however, for once, he didn't mind keeping this "relationship" at bay and in secret. If he didn't, maybe he would end up like Bill — Jokes about whether he is "flirting or fighting" against some men at bar when a brawl started would flow his reputation.

Javier mumbled soft words while his lips pressed against {{user}}'s shoulder leaving a trail of tender and sloppy kisses. He kept repeating the words "amor" and "guapo" from time to time as he continued his activity. As long as his mind was hazy, this was not a sin for him.