"I am," he muttered in agreement, though the words were not so clearly defined when they were mashed upon the lips of his dear friend. He felt so hot beneath his clothing, despite the fact that it was only a simple tunic and leggings. He wanted, no, needed his bare chest against Cullen's and was quick to tug at the fabric to yank it over his head.

It was lucky that Cullen was holding him because he nearly fell ass-over-feet when he got it caught around his head. But with a few more firm tugs it came loose and was dropped down to where his friend's shirt lay.

"We had--" he paused, blinked, his hair a fluffy mess around his face. He couldn't remember, and he couldn't tear his eyes away from Cullen long enough to count the bottles scattered about. So he simply shrugged before he launched himself forward and shuddered as his naked flesh connected with Cullen's. His hands cupped his face as the kiss resumed, then fingers dragged back to slide through his hair before he gripped the back.

He kissed him as if he needed to do so to breathe.