Drunk roommate

When I had finished pissing I broke away from my buddy and staggered away from the urinal and looked around. “Gotta take a shower” I announced, and headed towards the door leading to the shower stalls.

That caught Chris off guard, and I was through the door by the time he caught up with me. I wanted him in the shower with me though, so I staggered even more, and let myself slam into a wall. It hurt enough that I wasn’t faking it when I recoiled and stood there moaning. Chris caught up with me and grabbed me to keep me from hurting myself further.

“Gotta take a shower” I slurred, stripping my briefs off and leaving them on the floor as I staggered around.

“Jesus!” Chris swore softly. “OK, come on, here’s a shower.”

I think he expected to just shove me into one and then leave me while I sobered up, but I grabbed him and pulled him in with me. I reached for the faucets and turned them on before he could get out and the two of us were showered with ice cold water.

“Fuck, that’s cold!” Chris yelled, and reached to adjust the spray. He got it to a comfortable temperature, and by that time I had some soap in my hands – there was always at least half a bar that someone had left behind and usually I would have avoided even touching one of those,but I grabbed it and reached out and started soaping up my buddy’s almost naked body. Chris fought me briefly, then decided to give in and go along with my drunken antics.