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"Hell yeah, Bowers! Think you can knock back another one?" Belch asks enthusiastically as he tosses the blond another beer.
Henry wipes his mouth after finishing up his old can and nods, holding up a hand to catch.
By now he’d knocked back at least a dozen (okay not that many) of the damned things by now, and the buzz he feels is enough to make his head spin. Though, he couldn't be certain if he actually was spinning or not. This lack of awareness led to Belch’s can slamming right into the drunken boy’s cheek, making him misstep and topple backwards.
"Hey watch it—!" Henry slurs out as he falls on his ass, the dirt doing little to cushion his tailbone.
"Oh shit," Belch laughs at the sight. "Did ya’ll see that? Ol’ Hank’s wasted as shit, ain’t he?" He asks his additional companions, taking a swig from his drink.
"Sure looks like it!" Vic chuckles drunkenly as he nurses his fourth can, sitting up against Patrick, who was propping the both of them up against the side of Belch's car. He could feel the taller boy's arm wrapped around his waist, holding him steady as he slightly sways side to side. "How many's he had now, huh?"
"Too many." Sipping from his own beer, second now, Patrick can be seen smiling real stupid like, eyes glued ahead on Henry. "Ya should probably help him up, Reg. I'd do it, but," He gestures to Vic, who was nuzzled up against him.
"Yeah yeah." Belch rolls his eyes and raises his fist to his mouth, acting out a lewd gesture to tease. Redirecting his focus to Henry once more, he stumbles a bit until he stands over his disgruntled friend. "C'mon now. Get back up unless ya want your princess gettin’ took to Vicky’s castle."
Henry lifts up his wobbly head to see Vic nestling into Patrick’s chest. With a shaky finger and a burp, Henry threatens the boys. "Hey! You motherfuckers ain’t better be thinkin’ any funny shit, got it? That’s my bitch!"
"Your bitch?" Patrick scoffs in amusement, raising his eyebrows as he holds Vic even closer, curling his hand around the blonde's hip. "Which one of us are ya talkin' to, big guy?"
"Yeah!" Vic chimes in, still laughing, feeling hot in the face from the alcohol. In response to being held tighter, he puts more of his body weight onto Patrick without question. "Which one, big guy?"
Slowly raising himself back to his feet, Henry takes a shaky step toward the boys. He extends his finger further, shouting, "The two on the left!"
His vision is too blurred to identify the amount of Patricks and Vics in front of him. Either way, it won’t stop him from claiming what’s his. He pushes past Belch and grabs the closest arm he can reach. Pulling it toward him, he wraps his arms around the warm body and hobbles away saying, "This ‘un!"
Belch laughs as he says, "Ya sure ya got the right one there, Bowers?"
The sudden jerk to his arm makes him drop his can at their feet, body now pressed up close to Henry who clearly had no idea who he'd just nabbed. Not like he's complaining though, leaning into the bigger boy's embrace as his arms quickly hug his waist to keep upright.
"Aw, Hank." Vic giggles, resting his head on Henry's shoulder.
All the while, Patrick makes a face that reads as disappointment, yet the feeling itself is a stranger. He continues drinking his beer as if nothing had happened, staying put where he sat, just watching.
Henry continues to hold the boy in his arms, hiccuping as he tightens his grip. Nothing was gonna take his toy from him, especially not Vicky. To assert his dominance, Henry looks at the boy in his arms with a crooked smile and says, "Why don’t we show ‘im who ya belong to, eh?" Before promptly kissing the other a bit too intensely.
Vic kisses back happily, tasting the copious amounts of booze on Henry's breath. It's enough to intoxicate him further as he hangs off the other, blushing and bright.
Belch looks at the sight with an openly incredulous smile before running over to Patrick’s side and slinging his arm around him. "Ain’t that just the per-ttiest sight you’ve ever seen, Patty?"
His eyes look away from the PDA only to meet Belch's, lips curling up into a nasty smirk as he sets his beer down and then stands, towering over the other by just a few inches. He returns the friendly gesture by snaking a hand down the other boy's back, squeezing his ass playfully before leaning in and rasping out, "Betcha we could do 'em one better."
"Uh, what do you—" Belch doesn’t have time to finish answering his question before Patrick coils around the unsuspecting boy and forces his tongue down Belch’s throat. There's a slight resistance at first before Belch develops the “oh fuck it” mentality and joins in on the kiss.
Normally Patrick wouldn't care enough to actually kiss Belch, but, times called for measures he guessed. Besides, he didn't want to be left out. He and Vicky would've started it up, but they'd been too busy snickering to each other to even think about making out.
Henry feels the warm sensation of Vic’s tongue swirl around the inside of his mouth which makes him press his body tighter against the frailer one’s, threatening to break him. The kiss feels uncharacteristic of Patrick as Vic is more ginger with his affection, but Henry, being too drunk to care, proceeds to violate every bit of Vic he can.
It's really nice, feeling wanted this bad, that he's going weak in the knees. When him and Henry eventually part, he finds himself feeling woozy, looking around for the others only to see them mimicking him and Henry. "Hey, Hank, lookie!" He points at the others, smiling stupidly.
Henry squints his eyes as he sees the vague outlines of two bodies wrapping around one another in a two-person oral orgy. He sees Belch as identified by the sheer size of him compared to everyone else, but the other figure looks like a bob of black hair. It takes him a moment before he suddenly looks at the boy he had been kissing, and it’s then he comes to a wide-eyed realization. "Vicky?" He asks as if he had just woken up.
"That's me!" Vic swoons in Henry's arms, swaying as he'd been doing before.
And with that, Patrick draws away from Belch, a trail of spit connecting them as he grins all pretty like over at Henry.
"Well, I guess you did buy me a drink first." Belch chuckles as he lays on the ground breathless.
Henry also takes a moment to rest on the soil, making as much of an attempt to get his mind back in gear as he could. "Wild Friday, huh?"