The arm was calming and alarming at the same time.  Alex is unsure how to react to it as he is feelings things he has not felt before for a guy and it disturbs him.  He always knew he was straight.  There wasn't once he questioned it.  He was always good with the ladies and happy to be so.  He could charm his way into any skirt he wanted and enjoyed doing so often – well before the girlfriend that is.<br/><br/>Alex almost panics as Anthony brings his fingers up to his mouth.  Yet, somehow he feels a tightening in his pants.  He suddenly finds a need to go the washroom.  He shifts as Anthony calls the server and puts in the order.  He knows he is stuck there for now.<br/><br/>Anthony leaned in and whispered to him.  A shiver ran the course of his spine and before he knew what he was doing, his lips reached to Anthony's neck and places a soft kiss there.  It was amazing how that champagne affects one's decisions.  Alex reached for another flute and downs in as if it were a shot.  “You are doing quite well, thank you.”  Was that sarcasm?  Was that gratitude?  Perhaps both.<br/><br/>Alex takes Anthony's arm into his and follows the server to take care of the details of the purchase.  He is rather use to walking with a hard-on and so manages to do so again without announcing to the room his difficulties.  His eyes scan the room for Victoria as if begging her mentally to save him from this confusion and discomfort.<br/><br/>This is the first time he does not feel in full control of the night.  Even then, he does not suspect that he is under control of other's, but the whim of his own body.  The body can be a merciless master all on its own.<br/>