Later that evening, the two men lounged on the couch, two demolished pizza boxes stacked on the coffee table among scattered napkins, pepper flakes, and parmesan packets. A two-litre of cherry Coke—or what used to be cherry Coke, anyway—sat next to it.
Adam sipped from his highball glass, the ice clinking lightly against the side, and let out a sigh of satisfaction. The whiskey and Coke combo hit the spot perfectly after a huge, cheese-heavy dinner. He patted his bulging belly and belched.
"Fuckin' ew, dude!" Miles yelled, scooting further down the couch. Adam cackled and blew air in Miles' direction, prompting Miles to deflect with a pillow—which was immediately hucked in Adam's direction. Adam yelped as he moved to protect his drink, and a splash of cold liquid slopped over the side and landed directly in his pubes, splattering his dick.
"Ah!
Ah!
Cold!" Adam yelped, setting his glass on the coffee table. He hopped to his feet and danced around, droplets of Coke flipping off of his penis as it flopped up and down.
"Oh hush, you big baby," Miles said, standing up. Adam narrowed his eyes jokingly. Miles walked around the table—with an offhand "Whew. I'm a little drunk"—and stood in front of Adam. Looking him directly in the eye, Miles dropped down to his knees and proceeded to lick the liquid off of Adam's body. Adam closed his eyes and let his head fall back as the soft warmth of Miles' dextrous tongue teased every sensitive nerve in his dick. Blood rushed into his abdomen, and his cock came to life, rising up off of his testicles and poking Miles' beard. Miles licked the end of it playfully, and then stood up.
"Rude!" Adam complained, waggling his erection back and forth.
Miles snorted. "It's gonna fuckin' fall off if you cum much more today," he said, giving it a light swat with his hand as he turned back to the couch.
"So?" Adam replied with mock petulance. He was rewarded with only a side eye from Miles, who turned away from returning to the couch and wandered over toward the glass door in the windowed side of the living room. He tested the handle, and the door swung open on smooth hinges. The sun had just begun to set, and the air would have been warm, had they not been forty stories in the air. Adam snickered as the brisk breeze smacked into Miles' naked body, sending him scurrying away from the door.
Miles glowered facetiously at Adam. "You could have warned me," he grumbled.
Adam shrugged and smiled slyly. He reached toward the couch and grabbed a thick, oversized wool-knit blanket that hung tastefully over the back of the sectional. Even on his over-six-foot frame, the blanket dragged across the floor as he wrapped it around his shoulders and strode over to Miles. Enveloping the smaller-framed man with strong arms, he turned them together toward the door and began penguin-walking them toward it. He could feel tingles running along his body as he moved and his penis jostled against the soft muscles of Miles' ass.
The breeze was still present, but the thick wool knit of the blanket almost entirely blocked it, and the concrete floor of the balcony was slightly warm from the sun. Miles seemed surprised at first by the blanket's resilience. "What is this sorcery?" he quipped, his voice sounding ever so slightly thicker from the alcohol.
"Alpaca. The darkest of the magical livestock," Adam replied in kind. He had a pleasant buzz going as well.
"It's glorious," Miles said, snuggling even closer to Adam.
Adam moved them toward the outdoor chairs he kept on the balcony, and grabbed one through the blanket, dragging it across to the glass rail. "I'd grab two, but there's only one blanket," he said, kissing the top of Miles' head.
"Mmmhm," came Miles' languid response.
He set the chair down, in front of the small stretch of balcony that faced the setting sun on their left. "Nice thing about a corner condo: I can actually
