Fuck you, it's still random titles..... WHAT THE FUCK CAN I MAKE OUT OF THAT TITLE? Whatever I made has to be shit. (Yup, it is.)
Warnings: YOU SEE THE WORD HOT AND DON'T THINK:SEXUAL?!?! Don't lie! Also cursing. Also, I told Hello_Im_Crazy279 about this one because it's hilarious.
Ages: 20 (because Finnish legal age for alcohol is 18.)
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Kenny's POV.

Kyle just finally sits down, drinking his drink while doing so.

"You're going to be drunk if you continue that!" Stan screeches.

"And I care why. Tests are over for the year, I have time to drink the pain that they were away from my body."

"So what are we even doing?"

"Eh, Kenny and I thought to bring you with us to this tonight."

"What is this?"

Kyle laughs and puts the glass down.

"Mainly gaying around."

"I'm demi."

"Well fuck you too, we're Pan. Don't be so picky."

"You know strangers tell me that all the time and I'm like 'Dude, not my fault I don't like your dick... or your pussy. Stop shoving it in my face.'"

"I'll shove my dick in your face if you consent," I say.

"If I get a drink out of it, sure."

Kyle laughs.

"That's Just What we do normally then."

"Do you two just shove you dicks in the others face?!"

"No, blow job shots."

"That's just not using your hands so it looks like—What does that have to do with it?"

"We have a game where you kinda take it from between the others legs, it's legit sexual that way."

"Why the fuck would you—?"

"It's a game. The one that loses, pays the alcohol back."

"I'm not in, not paying."

"C'mon, we won't force you to pay or anything."

"Fine, fuck it."

Kyle laughs and gets up.

"Who wants to go first?" I ask.

"Let the new one be first."

Stan sighs.

"I'm fucking drinking it, i want my mind as drunk as it gets, fuck worrying about a hangover. I had a breakup, half my stuff is in the guys house I had the break up with, my school says that I should get anger management (not knowing I go to like seven). So yeah, better get fucked up."

Stan sighs.

"Alcohol is not the right place to tur—."

"I know! Let me just... once.... I'm trying to figure my life out but currently my whole body aches and my mind is about as smart as a goddamn rock from the stress. So please, Stan, let me numb it for once."

"You know I don't like the idea of you being really drunk—."

"I don't like you drunk. Doesn't stop you from crying to me the whole night after you've been drinking."

Stan nods, shutting up immediately.

"Be fair."

"Fine, fine. Just... I'll be making sure it doesn't become something reoccurring."

Kyle comes back, holding a shot glass with what is way too familiar by now...
....just to make sure, this is a monthly thing. Nobody condones daily or weekly drunkenness.

"So we're just gonna?" Kyle asks.

"Oh so...... hi?" Stan asks.

Both of them start laughing as they sit on chairs across from each other.

"Can you put it?"

I take it from Kyle and put it in the place.

"This is so awkward," Stan says.

"Not really. Done this enough for it not to be."

He winks before going down and taking the glass into his mouth, turning his face up to catch most of it. Stan's just watching.

"That is overly sexual."

"Why do you think it's called a blow job shot?"

Stan shrugs.

"I wanna do it now," I say.

"So you're going to take it from mine?"

"Yup."

Kyle sighs and just takes the three things next to us. Irish cream, Kahlúa and whipped cream... yes we are fancy shit—no we're not, most of the time i'm pretty much a beer guy.... yes I'm a lad with no regrets. Yeah, anyway, yellowhammer (though that shit is WEAK) has got to be a personal favourite when it comes to fancy ones. Also, Lapin Kulta is absolutely a yes please (as well as one of the most common drinks of Finland.) so yeah, I'm cheap.

"We're doing this one as well."

Kyle is, surprising nobody, the dude that can mix the best out of us... which, with something this simple, isn't much.

"Yay, now sit down, I wanna get the damn blow job."

Stan sighs....

"Why am I even here?"

"To have fun."

Stan nods and looks at both of us as I take it. Kyle looks between making the usual joke and not making it.

"Fuck, I'm gonna—."

"Nope."

Kyle rolls his eyes before giving me a kiss.

"Dude, it would just be a joke."

Suddenly, Stan is looking.

"Are you two—?"

"No, neither of us is sane enough to hold that together."

Kyle smiles at him.

"Do you wanna do it?"

"Hell yes."

The sudden attitude change is alarming.

"Aw."

This time it's Stan, the sweet, soft, guy that I would never imagine playing this game.

"So i just—?"

Kyle nods and Stan does it.

"YES! I did it! YES!"

"Good job, dude."

Stan smiles.

"I'd do it again."

Holy fuck who is this.

"Hell yes. But really, not getting a beer or anything."

"I'm kinda ashamed to admit it but I'm not that into beer anymore," Stan says.

Kyle just casually hands Stan the bottle of Irish Cream and a cup. Stan actually drinks some.

"That's the good stuff!"

Kyle nods.

"It is!"

There is a moment of silence between the two.

"I'm sorry about how your relationship went."

"Don't be, not your fault," Kyle says.

They're continuing the awkward silence until I get up and grab both of them by the shoulders.

"You two need to kiss or something."

Kyle genuinely immediately goes and takes Stan into a kiss. Stan rolls his eyes before closing them. Yes, I'm a pervert without regrets...........
They're better with each other anyway. I—maybe we wouldn't really work. Maybe we could but Kyle and I really can't handle it and I'm not sure if Stan is that big on me.

"Ken! Hey!" Stan says.

I smile.

"So..... you two gonna make it something?"

Stan laughs and grabs my arm.

"Not without you."

"Wait what?"

"Not without you, polyamory, you know what that is."

"Yeah, I like that idea."

The two of us kiss as well. Well, this is going to be one hot night.