There was a heavy-lidded, sleepy look to Carlos' eyes as he looked down at Gael. He was right, really; neither one of them needed more wine. "No, my chance has been lost," he said, leaning up again to kiss Gael on the lips again. He didn't yet let go of Gael, even though it was clear that his couch wasn't large enough for their kind of maneuvering. Not, probably, something his sister had thought much about when she'd decorated his apartment. Just as well, really. He didn't think he wanted Victoria thinking about what he got up to with any boy that came home with him.

Which was just Gael now, of course. Had just been Gael for months, would be staying that way for a long time. It was odd to know that now, with a certainty he hadn't had even the way they had been living in each other's pockets for months.

He finally released Gael's arms, chuckling a little as he got off the couch with the care of someone who'd had a full bottle of wine, before he leaned back down to tug Gael up. "You know I only get about a third of your movie references, right?" He said. "I have a feeling you're going to have to educate me." Later, though, he thought as he tugged Gael back to the bedroom. No rope tonight, he thought. He was too drunk to tie Gael up, and definitely too drunk to figure out knots when it was time to release him.