All characters are over 18 years old.
I woke up early the next morning. My two men were still asleep. They had moved together during the night. Tommy was the big spoon and was cuddling Zach. I loved the sight of them together like this.
I got up as quietly and gently as possible so I wouldn't disturb them. I felt like I needed to check on Ronny. He was pretty fucked up last night.
It was still dark out and I threw on a pair of boxers that I wasn't even sure were mine, which was kind of a turn on. Not kind of, it was definitely a turn on. The thought of my junk sharing a space where either Tommy's or Zach's junk had earlier was getting me going.
I padded to the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face to try to shock myself out of getting too horny. It soft of worked. I quietly went downstairs to see how Ronny was doing.
I walked into the living room, using the flashlight from my phone to see where I was going. I shone the light over to the sofa, trying to keep the light out of Ronny's eyes. He was still in the same spot and it looked like he hadn't moved at all. I checked the bucket, which was mercifully free of puke.
The glass of water was still sitting untouched on the coffee table, so I concluded that he hadn't woken up at all. He must've been really blitzed last night. I thought that I should wake him up to see if he was ok and get him to drink some water.
I shook his shoulder gently. Nothing. I shook him a bit harder, he stirred a little and moaned softly.
"Ronny?" I said in a loud whisper. "Hey, Ronny. Wake up, bro." I urged. He moaned again. He was really out of it but at least he could hear me.
I shook him a bit harder. "Ronny, hey!" I said louder this time. His eyes opened slightly. "Hey, buddy. Come on. Wake up. I need you to drink some water."
I took the glass of water and held it to his lips and tipped it so that the water met his lips. "Come on, Ronny drink something." He moaned a little but started drinking. I hoped he would be able to keep it down and wouldn't need the bucket.
He managed to drink a good amount of water and started to come around a little. He was conscious enough now to look at me. It took him a few seconds to focus but he smiled when he did.
"Hey, how ya doin'?" I asked him cheerily. "How much did you fucking drink last night, bro?"
"I lost count at five. No, six vodkas." He said slowly. He tried to concentrate to speak without slurring but it wasn't working that well for him.
"Shit, Ronny. Why'd you drink so much?" I asked him. "Try to drink some more water." I lifted the glass to his lips again and he drank the rest of the water.
"I was celebrating." He smiled smugly. "I'm so happy for you that you found a boyfriend, or two." He said and then looked a little dour. "But I miss having fun with my brother a little."
"Oh, Ronny. I love you. That'll never change. We'll still have fun together." I reassured him. He was feeling a little sorry for himself in that moment and I wanted to cheer him up. I moved the bucket and opened his blanket then knelt in front of him.