Anthony's body reacted as it ought, so Alex had no clue it wasn't natural.  Alex was lost in a clouded, drunken lust.  The lips that met his own were not the lips of the fairer sex, but the lips of Anthony.  Stronger, more sure, definitely rougher; those lips felt strange.  Lust and drink taking their toll, helped along with Anthony's mental nudges, Alex didn't care.  He took the invite.  Tongue pressed into Anthony's mouth, tasting a man's mouth for the first time.  His tongue swirled about, exploring and feeling Anthony.  His tongue sought Anthony's for a wet, warm embrace.<br/><br/>As Anthony took care of Alex's shirt buttons, Alex's hand reaches up to Anthony's head.  A habit with his girlfriends now takes play with Anthony.  Fingers curl into Anthony's hair and tightens for a good grip, holding Anthony firmly to him.  In his delusional ego, he was in control.  He would take Anthony to fill this drunken lust and ease his desires for Victoria.  He didn't have the capacity to realize, he probably couldn't work his own jean buttons let alone take another male if the other male were not helping.<br/><br/>Nipples notice as the shirt moves over them.  The few moments of fingers on his chest were enough to make him aware of every touch, even the fabric's. He moaned into the mouth of Anthony and pressed his hips in Anthony's direction.  His erection growing more demanding.<br/><br/>The sun had never been a nuisance to Alex unless he had a hangover, which wasn't due until later.  So, he was oblivious to the sun's impending invasion or what that would mean for Anthony.   He only had the softer fabrics Sabine had chosen.  The kind that welcome the sunlight while deflecting the eyes of curious neighbors.