[A bit longer, this one. Only two more to go and we're done with this bit. Woo!]

Joe came downstairs, bare chested and shirt in hand, to see Steve guiding a barely conscious Chris out of the living room.

"C'mon, Chris," Steve was saying. "One foot in front of the other. You can do it."

Chris looked up and saw Joe. His face broke into a huge grin. "'M dreeeeming," he said. He turned to Steve. "y'din' tell me I was dreeeming." There was drunken accusation in his voice.

"Yeah, it's a dream, buddy," Steve said. His voice was a little forced. "Dream yourself upstairs, okay?"

Chris took two stumbling steps forward. Then his eyes went wide and he fell forward, right into Joe. He barely caught Chris and lurched back a step. He caught his heel on the bottom stair ended up laying on the stairs with Chris on top of him.

"What the f**K do you think you're doing?" Joe spat. He was somewhere between furious and puzzled. Chris was dead drunk, but he was apparently a happy drunk. He was also very heavy.

Chris gave him that very serious look that only drunks and small children can give. "I'm dreaming," he said. He said it slowly and carefully, so as not to slur the words.

He was convinced of it, too. The world was very wobbly, and Joe was there, naked. Well, mostly naked, but Chris was willing to forgive him the shorts. That meant he was dreaming. He didn't remember Joe being nearly so cranky in the other dreams. On the other hand, in those dreams that mouth was either kissing him or sucking him. Chris couldn't quite reach his pants, so that left only one option open.

Joe was surprised for a second when Chris started kissing him. Then there were a few seconds where he kissed back. He was pretty sure the fact that he wrapped his arms around Chris was only out of reflex. It was when he couldn't come up with an excuse for the crotch-grinding that he pushed Chris away.

"Get off me," he spat. He was furious. Mad at Chris for getting drunk when his son might need him. Mad at Chris for kissing him. Mad at himself for kissing right back.

"Can't," Chris said cheerfully. He tried to move, with no success. Mostly because Joe hadn't actually let go yet. "'M stuck!"

Joe let go, feeling like he'd just been burned.

"Get him up, please," he snapped at Steve. He was enjoying this altogether too much for Joe's comfort.

"You sure?" Steve asked. "I was thinking of giving Mary a call and