Mikey blinked in silent shock, lifting his head to examine William more closely. He didn't look tousled, certainly not like he'd been dragged off to a dark cupboard by Pete, but then the two of them had been chatting when Adam and he had come in. "When did you even have time for - oh." He stopped, feeling a little stupid for not noticing the flowers round William's neck earlier. Lei'd not laid. Of course William and Pete hadn't kicked off the festivities with a quick shag. He groaned and planted his face back into William's shoulder. "I don't think I'm drunk enough. I thought you were talking about having sex with Pete."
How had he even come to that? Pete was obviously happy with Ryland (and now that he thought about it, there was definitely a joke about getting tonsils checked in there somewhere) and William obviously had something with Gabe. So unless they were switching partners - "William," Mikey said faintly, clutching at William's tweed with one hand. "Promise me you aren't engaging in swinging with Pete. And Ryland. And Gabe." He wasn't sure he could cope with that.