The Taste of Touching Glass

~Tony's POV~

We arrived at Mike's birthday and it was already in full swing.

'Late, much?' Asked Kyle from Breathe Carolina. He was manning the drinks.

'Nope,' retorted Mike, 'we're fashionably late, get your facts right.' Kyle started laughing as he poured him a shot. He called over his band mate David, who was making a playlist with Jack Barakat.

'Pass me the mic.' He said. David did and Kyle shouted into the mic.

'Ladies and gentlemen! The birthday boy has finally arrived so put your hands in the air for WHISK-EY-HANDS!' Everyone let out a synchronized cheer while Mike downed his first shot. David put on some songs and helped Kyle pour some more drinks. I stayed by Mike's side and sipped at my beer. It had been watered down, but I didn't trust myself not to faint and wake up forgetting Mike.

The party raged on through out the night, everyone slowly becoming tipsy, then drunk, then wasted. At this stage, most of the light weights had gone home. There was only one girl left, and she loved stressing that fact. Usually it was her and Tay Jardine, but Tay had left earlier.

'Only girl?' Jenna pouted, sticking out her bottom lip. 'That's unfair.' She was sitting on the bench and put one leg up on the bench in front of her, revealing a lot of thigh. Mike whistled and I punched him playfully.

'Boyfriend, remember?' I said. He looked back at Jenna and mouthed "later" giving her a wink. She giggled and shook her head, making the rest of us laugh.

'I have the hots for Mr over there.' She said, pointing. All heads turned and stared at Jack Barakat. He was making out with Alex, while Zack cheered them on.

'Jen, you do know that "Mr over there" is in a relationship, don't you?' Zack asked.

'I know for a fact that he isn't.' She wiggled her eyebrows and exaggerated a wink at him. Zack finally cottoned on to what she was saying and walked over. They too started kissing, and Kyle turned the music up. We all started dancing drunkenly, laughing and groping each other. A few songs later, everyone became tired and Oli suggested a game.

'How about spin the bottle?' He said, his accent making Jenna and all the gay guys in the room swoon. We were all socially excited and agreed, as long as the music was turned up even louder. Oli spun the bottle (which was a whiskey bottle) around the wonky circle, and it landed on Alex. Alex giggled and made kissing noises at him.

'Come on! I only wanted to play so that I could kiss Jenna!' He complained, before going over and kissing Alex.

'You're not a bad kisser, Gaskarth.' He said, pulling away. 'Call me sometime.' Jack hit him on the back.

'Away you English filth!' He said jokingly. 'Why be with Alex when it could be me?'

'Next!' I yelled, grabbing the bottle. It spun and landed on Vic. Our mouths dropped open and we glanced at Mike.

'Go on. Tell us which Fuentes is the better tonsil hockey player.' Jaime shoved me forward and I stumbled into Vic's lap. I gave him a quick kiss, and everyone -including Mike- complained.

'You call that a kiss?' Vic said, frowning up at me. The crowd started chanting.

'Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!'

Vic pulled my face back down to his and he snuck his tongue in my mouth. I pulled away, and looked at Mike.

'You're definitely the better kisser.'

Jaime spun the bottle next, and it landed on Mike.

'You're turn, Hime! Who's the better kisser?' I asked. He shot me a look and walked stiffly over to Mike, who pulled him into his lap. They started kissing while Austin spun the bottle, landing on Alan. The started kissing too, while Mike lifted the hem of Jaime's shirt, grazing his side with his fingertips. Jaime pulled away, gasping.

'Sorry, Vic, but I agree with Tone. Mike is a pretty good kisser.'

'What can I say? It's a gift.' Mike shrugged and grinned up at me. A few more rounds were played and Austin and Alan had disappeared. We decided to stop playing and go home. It was almost four in the morning.

~Mike's POV~

Tony and I walked home, our arms linked. The screech of cars filled our ears.

'Thanks for the great birthday.' I said, kissing the tip of his nose. We hailed a taxi and jumped in. Tony gave the driver our address and he pulled away from the curb. A few minutes down the road, the driver swerved to avoid a head on collision. We slammed into a tree and I saw Tony being pulled from the car by two slender arms before blacking out.

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