“A drink?” Nate echoed, opening his eyes slightly, feeling warm all over and slightly light headed. Even the warning bells that had been going off in his head were starting to fade. What kind of drink...? He rather liked whiskey, did they have any whiskey? His thoughts trailed off again as the hand started running through his hair, drawing out a low sigh, loving the feel of fingers going through his dark curls in nearly any circumstance. This felt amazing....<br/><br/>He was basically drifting through a haze, leaning into the touch in his hair, tilting his head back so his throat was exposed. His Adam’s apple bobbed hard again, and one of his hands came up to rest against Zane’s chest for a moment, then his fingers curled and he grabbed a handful of his shirt.<br/><br/>And then he was being ground down on, a sharp gasp leaving his lips as his hips bucked up to meet the motion, starting to get hard almost instantly. His other hand came around to wrap around Zane’s waist, pulling him closer. What was he doing? This was wrong... but it felt so good....