Speeding in Clairemont

~Mike's POV~

I took another drag on my cigarette, blowing out a puff of smoke and awaiting Tony's 'fun-facts' about himself.

He thought for a moment, making a few-quite adorable-faces in the process, "Well, obviously, my name is Tony. I play guitar, I'm 23, and I live in an apartment with my friend Kellin, who is going on a date with your brother as we speak." he starts, earning a chuckle from me.

"Vic spent a few hours trying to get a reservation at that place... I don't really know what it's called; but it seems fancy. I think it was like 'La Bonne Nourriture' or something." I said, earning a slightly raised eyebrow from Tony.

"That means good food." He stated, matter-of-factly.

"How did you know that? Isn't it like, French or something?" I questioned, barely being able to pronounce the name, nevermind translate it into English.

"I took honors French in High School. We had to take two languages, so I chose French and Spanish. Considering I already knew some Spanish from traveling to Mexico a few times when I was a kid, I aced that class. The French part kind of was just random, but the language seemed cool and I wasn't half bad at it." He explains, telling me a bit more about him in the process.

"Do you have family in Mexico?" I questioned, wanting to know more about him, considering basically all that I knew about him was that he was pretty reckless (A/N I did just do that) when it came to driving, and what he had told me.

"Yeah, my dad moved here when he turned eighteen, so he left my grandparents and my aunts and uncles over there. So I basically have about thirty people over there if you count my infinite amount of cousins." He answered me, adding a bit of a joke onto the end of the statement.

"That's cool, I think I have some family over there. My dad was born and raised there; I think he moved over here when he was about 23." I replied, taking a long drag of my cigarette and blowing out the smoke in a large puff.

"Lets hope you aren't one of my long-lost cousins or something... because that could be awkward." Tony chuckled out, and I almost cringed.

"That would be like some really fucked up shit." I retorted, thinking about how weid it would be to find my cousin attractive.

"Well, only if we were a thing... but ya know, we're not." Tony said, looking at me with a glint of something in his eye, and before I knew it, I had thrown my cigarette in the ash try beside me, and given Tony my full attention.

"But we could be." I said in a (hopefully) seductive voice as I looked straight into his eyes.

"That is true." he replied, with a slight smirk gracing his features. Our show was long forgotten, and we were left staring into each other's eyes with lustful looks that you wouldn't expect out of people that had only know each other for a day (and that weren't extremely intoxicated.)

"Kiss me." he whispered, and I closed the short distance between our lips just as he said so, not wasting a minute with foolish ways of slowly inching towards him.

He immediately kissed me back, draping his arms around my neck and connecting his hands at the back to provide some sort of stability.

I placed my hands on his hips, just so they had somewhere to go... not to make this more sexual than needed (A/N yeah right, you horny mother fucker.)

Tony bit lightly down on my bottom lip; and who am I to deny him what he wants? I opened my mouth slightly and his tongue almost immediately attacked the inside of my mouth; and I have to admit, the minty taste that mixed with the slight hint of cigarettes was a perfect combination.

Before we knew it, Tony's shirt had disappeared to some far away land and he was straddling my hips.

Suddenly the door opened, and my eyes flicked over to see Vic and Kellin in the same position as us, with Kellin pinned against the wall, and Vic attacking his neck.

"Carry on, we'll take this to the bedroom?" Kellin said when he realized the situation we were in.

I gave him a quick thumbs up and did what he said.

What can I say? I'm not very shy...