Fortunately or unfortunately, Drake isn't drunk. He's going to remember this. He's committing to memory the way Jesus sounds so genuine, so certain, despite the alcohol and the setting. Maybe they never talk about it so blatantly ever again, or not for awhile, but he isn't doubting that it's true. It doesn't even occur to him to question that promise.

Instead he turns his head to catch Jesus' mouth again, kissing him long and slow and deep. Not caring one bit who's watching him basically fuck Jesus' mouth with his tongue, fingers buried in the other man's hair to keep him there until they're both breathless.

"Ready for me to take you home yet?" The answer can be no, but it's obvious enough from Drake's tone of voice that staying out absolutely doesn't mean behaving.