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react, and before he could find his tongue, Victor had released him and staggered off to the bathroom, muttering something about needing to piss. While he listened to the sound of Victor urinating, Derek tried to get his head together. Was Victor coming on to him? He’d never thought he’d have to worry about something like that happening—not with Mr. Machismo. Derek’s brain rejected the idea. It was ridiculous. Victor was drunk, that was all. His normal wiseass behavior was just amplified by the alcohol.
    When Victor came back into the room, Derek realized he’d just been lying there instead of finding a way to cover himself. He was still splayed out like a naked sacrifice on an altar. Even more disturbing, Victor had left his underwear behind in the bathroom.
    “What’re you—” Derek began, but his words were cut off by Victor pouncing on him.
    Victor still seemed to think the situation was funny. He was laughing as his naked body knocked the wind out of Derek. “How ’bout it, bud? Wanna be my first time?”
    “Jesus Christ!” Derek gasped. “Get off me! Aren’t you fucking straight?”
    Victor laughed as though he’d said something hilarious and rolled off him. “Calm down. I’m just horsin’ around. You wish you could have this up your ass,” he added, grabbing his dick and waving at Derek. It wasn’t completely flaccid.
    Was Victor really getting turned on? The idea sent an ice-cold chill up Derek’s spine.
    But he forced himself to shrug it off. Victor was just teasing him. That was all. “Fuck! Tim’ll kill me if he hears about you doing that.” He didn’t address the comment about wanting Victor’s cock up his ass. The thought nauseated him. And Derek had no intention of being unfaithful to Tim, no matter whose dick went where.
    “What happens in Tampa stays in Tampa,” Victor said and then broke into another drunken giggle fit.
    “I need to go to bed, Victor.”
    “Sure, honey-bunny,” Victor said, snickering, as he rolled back toward him and threw an arm across his waist.
    “I’m serious.” The room was still spinning a bit, and Derek just wanted to close his eyes and drift off. But he couldn’t do that with Victor naked and half on top of him. He could feel Victor’s semierect cock pressing against his hip.
    Victor lifted himself up on his hands and knees, but to Derek’s dismay, he didn’t get off the bed. He simply shifted sideways and straddled Derek’s body on all fours. He peered down into Derek’s face and said with a wry smile, “Sure you don’t wanna give little Timmy somethin’ he can really be jealous of?”
    “I’m sure.”
    To his horror, Victor lowered his face and planted a kiss on his lips. Derek twisted his face away, and Victor snickered again. “Your loss, buddy,” he said with a final grope of Derek’s dick—which was growing hard, despite Derek’s attempts to will it down. Then Victor half crawled, half fell out of the bed onto the carpeted floor.
    We’re both shitfaced , Derek told himself. We’ll think this is funny in the morning . At least, he hoped so.
    Victor was able to stagger to his feet long enough to find the light switch and plunge the room into darkness. Or semidarkness—the blinds were still partially open, and light from the hotel courtyard gave the room a dim reddish hue. Victor stumbled over to his bed and fell into it.
    Derek had to piss, but he didn’t trust himself to walk to the bathroom. He somehow managed to peel the blankets down on the bed and worm his way under them. Then he either fell asleep or passed out.
     
     
    E VENING CAME , and Russ managed to help Bill fire off a bunch of bottle rockets, sparklers, and roman candles without mishap. Jacob was delighted, and even Shannon grudgingly seemed to enjoy the show. Only poor Max insisted on being let into the house so he could hide under the living room coffee table.
    It was a beautiful, warm night, and after Shannon tucked Jacob into bed, she came back outside