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"Thank you," Damien says as the crowd cheered.

He puts the guitar down and runs to me like a child who just finished performing in a school talent show.

"How was it?" he asked, like my opinion about his singing and guitar-playing ability was very important.

He stares at me and suddenly looked shocked, "B-Babe, are you...okay?"

I stared back at him, and then I immediately touched my cheeks, surprised that it was actually wet and I was actually crying.

"Was it that good?" Damien teasingly asked as he sat down on his seat, still not removing his eyes on me.

I laughed and immediately wiped the tear off my face. Damien smiles and leans forward to pat my head. Before I could say anything else, Marie arrives with two more bottles of beer.

"Stick around and enjoy the night. Beers on me too," Marie says with a wink.

"Thank you," Damien and I answered at the same time.

Then Marie smiles and leaves the table to assist the other customers.

"So...you gonna tell me how you learned how to play the guitar and sing like that?" I finally asked as I took a sip from my glass.

Damien drank from the bottle and answered, "When I was a kid, my father used to sing songs to me. I got interested but never got a chance to learn it. So when I started working for your uncle, I bought a guitar and decided to start learning how to play it. I play it during my free time, and it feels like I'm closer to my father whenever I do so."

"You really were close to him," I say, immediately regretting it when I remembered about the incident. But I ended up sighing in relief when Damien didn't look pained or hurt. He was actually smiling when I told him about it.

"I was. He was three-in-one. A father, a brother, and a friend. I was lucky to have him," he sincerely says, making me smile.

"Well I know it would be weird to ask you this but I hope I could hear you play it again like how your father used to do when you were a kid."

Damien smiles and nods his head. Then we got back to drinking and talking to just whatever.

A few hours later, everyone started dancing.

With a wide smile on his face, Damien immediately stood up and grabbed my arm.

"Baby come on! Lets dance!" Damien told me.

I laughed and shook my head, "I don't dance."

"So do I!" Damien answered, pulling me up from my seat.

I laughed again and finally let Damien pull me.

We danced beside the other customers while the music from the jukebox played.

Damien playfully dances in front of me, so I did the same and just danced whatever. He then grabbed my arm and twirled me around, making me laugh even more.

"You're not as bad as I expected!" Damien shouted so I could properly hear him.

"So are you!" I shouted back, but then the music suddenly became slower. And everyone who was dancing started to get the waitresses and just any woman who was sitting on their seats.

Damien pulls away from me, and then he bows and grabs my hand to gently kiss it, "May I have this dance sir?"

I laughed at how silly he was, but I bowed back anyway as I answered, "You may."

Damien pulled me close to him. I draped my arms around his neck while he touches my waist.

I lean my head on his shoulder as Damien and I continued to sway with the music.

No one was looking weirdly at us like how others would. Everyone was just enjoying themselves so I was glad that these scary-looking men weren't as judgmental as other nice-looking people would.

"I hope we could be like this forever," I whispered to Damien.

"We will be. Whatever happened in the past will never happen to us again, I promise," Damien says back.

I took a deep breath and said, "I know I'm not perfect, and I know I'm not as strong as you are, but let me protect you too. Whether shit happens to us again or not, I hope you know that I will do everything to protect you too."

I then looked at Damien.

He smiles and nods his head, then he presses his forehead on mine and said, "You are strong, maybe even stronger than me. So protect me until it hurts."

"Consider it done," I say as I leaned forward to kiss him.

The two of us kissed each other in the middle of the crowd who was also dancing with their own partners.

I felt like I was in paradise. Like Damien and I were in our own little word.

"I love you," Damien says when I pulled my lips away from him.

"I love you too," I answered back as I rested my head back on his shoulder.

Damien and I danced and laughed until my legs couldn't take it anymore. It got so late that I ended up sitting back on our seat, staring at Damien as he and Marie continued to dance the night away.

I hiccupped and immediately drank from the bottled coke.

I haven't had this much fun ever since I graduated college. So I'm glad I could finally loosen up...like how Damien told me earlier.

I don't know where Damien is bringing me, but somehow this has been the greatest night of my life.

I continued to stare at Damien happily dancing and talking to everyone who surrounded him. His smile melted me, and I was glad I was able to witness him act so carefree.

This was a Damien that I definitely missed out five years ago.

"Let's be like this forever Damien," I tell him, but I knew that he wasn't going to hear me.

I drank my coke but decided to continue drinking beer instead.

As the night continued, I eventually got drunk and feel asleep.

*****

"We're almost at our room," I heard Damien say.

I slowly opened my eyes and realized that we were walking down a long hallway while Damien carried me at his back.

I immediately smiled and grabbed his cheeks to squeeze it, "Baby! You're here!" I shouted at him.

Damien chuckles and says back, "Yes, I'm here. Just go to sleep, I'll carry you to our room."

I laughed, thinking that what he said was somehow funny. When in fact, it wasn't. Then I looked around and asked, "Where are we?"

"At a hotel," Damien answered.

"Oh! We're gonna have sex!" I shouted, raising my hands up like I just won something.

Damien laughed, but I could see his ears turning red, like he was embarrassed of how I was acting.

"Keep your voice down. People might hear you," Damien softly told me.

"But we're gonna have sex right?" I asked, making it clear that Damien was going to fuck me tonight.

"No, we're not. We're here to rest," he answers me, quickly making me pout.

"But I want you insi-"

I was quickly cut off as Damien immediately barges inside a room.

"Alright! Time to go back to bed," Damien says as he gently puts me down.

I sat on the bed and looked at Damien. Damien looks back at me and kisses my forehead, "Stay here and go to sleep. I'll just get our things in the car."

"But daddy," I whined, immediately making Damien growl.

"Don't make this hard for me baby," Damien seriously tells me.

He was about to leave the room, so I quickly pulled his pants towards me, his crotch facing my face.

I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, but Damien quickly pulled away and zipped his pants back up.

"Dane, please..." he tells me, like he was begging me to just stop it.

I pouted again and looked at him, "Do you not want me anymore?"

Damien sighed and moved closer again. He brushed my hair back with his fingers and answered, "Oh baby I want you so much I could honestly die. But I am not fucking a drunk Dane."

I was going to answer him but I ended up vomiting on the floor instead.

"See, now look what happened," Damien says. Then he sighs and goes to the bathroom.

He goes back with a wet cloth. He kneels in front of me and cleans my vomit on the floor.

I was about to wipe my mouth with my bare hand when Damien suddenly grabbed my hand and stopped me. He takes out his handkerchief and cleans my mouth instead; "You should know how to control yourself when you drink."

I looked away and answered, "S-sorry."

Damien sighs and goes back to the bathroom with the dirty cloth and handkerchief.

He cleans them and goes back to where I was, but now he was looking a little more pissed.

"Please rest," he tells me again, his voice lower and more demanding than before.

I was about to decline again but decided not to say anything anymore.

"Fine," I say in defeat.

Damien finally smiled and unbuttons my shirt. He removes my shirt and pants and made me lay down in bed.

"Sleep. We have to leave early tomorrow," he says.

"At least cuddle me Nicholas," I suddenly told him, making him chuckle.

"You tend to call me Nicholas whenever you're mad," Damien says instead, making me angrily look at him.

I thought he was going to decline me again, but instead, he sighs and removes his shirt.

He then lies beside me and hugs me tightly.

"Happy now?" he asked, making me smile and move my back closer to his chest.

"Very happy," I answered.

"You are very stubborn when you're drunk," he tells me, "And apparently very horny too," he suddenly adds.

"Then why don't you fuck me if you know I'm horny?" I asked him.

Damien chuckles and kisses my head. He hugs me tighter and says in my ear, "I'm not fucking a drunk version of you. So after you clear your head, and when you're all sobered up...I'll fuck you real hard until all your bad memories would go away, and all you could think about is how fucking amazing I was that night."

I smiled when I heard him say it, "You told me that before."

"That's right. It was the night I first kissed you," he says.

I unknowingly touched my lip and said, "Our first kiss was amazing. But your kisses were always the best anyways so it doesn't matter."

"Well I always give my little pup the best versions of me," he sexily tells me, now making me feel conscious about the dick that's touching my ass.

My face becomes red and my whole body became hotter.

I moved myself closer to it but Damien quickly stops me midway, "Don't even think about it Andrew," Damien teasingly says.

"But-"

"Go to sleep. And when you wake up I'll consider giving you a taste of this Popsicle that you crave so much," he suddenly tells me, making me imagine myself sucking his hard cock.

"Now I really want you to fuck me," I honestly tell him.

Damien chuckles again and answered back, "Then hurry up and sober up for daddy."