Get out of there? The thought ricocheted inside Ryah's brain, caught on a loop, obliterating anything else in his head. That...that was a fantastic idea, wasn't it? They could get out of there and--and Ryah could resume touching and tasting the other male. Part of him knew it was wrong, what they were doing. But the rest of him<i>wanted</i>.<br/><br/>The way Drake felt against him, all lean muscles and pale skin, the taste of his lips, the way he just fit so perfectly. Ryah found himself unwilling to give that up so easily.<br/><br/>"I can have us home in fifteen minutes," he announced, like it was the easiest, best thing in the world. He allowed Drake to lead them from the washroom with hands gripped together, back down the dim hallway, when he decided,<i>fuck it</i>, and shoved the brunet into a small alcove. Fifteen minutes was far too long and he wanted now.<br/><br/>He was hard, possibly a little drunk, and he wanted Drake. He ground their hips together, showing the other male just how much he couldn't wait any more. "I want--<i>fuck</i>--Drake--" he growled out, not quite able to voice his desires.