Of course.

Fuck it, they seem like cool guys. And I could really go for a drink right now. "What do you got?" I ask.

Andrew smiles and breaks out into a devilish grin. "Follow me."

Their room is fairly symmetrical, with both beds lofted, a futon under one, and a 40" TV under the other one. Andrew leads me to the black mini-fridge that they have right next to the TV. Behind me, I hear Oliver close the door. "We plugged it in as soon as we got here, so it should be plenty cold by now," Andrew says. "We've got cans of Miller and Coors, plus a bottle of Southern Comfort that Dad left us as a moving-in present."

I love supportive parents.

I ask Andrew for the bottle of SoCo and a few of their plastic shot glasses, and I pour each of us a shot. They look a little nervous, like they've never taken a shot before, but I tell them how to do it. Just relax the throat and let it all slide down. Don't let it linger on the tongue too much.

I hold up my plastic shot glass. "To new friends!" Andrew and Oliver echo the toast and we down the shot at the same time. I put the glass down and breathe out, feeling the warmth move down my throat. Andrew's face contorts a little bit, and I can tell he didn't really do it right. Oliver looks just fine.

"Dude, what did you do? You listened to what Mark said, right?" Oliver says.

Andrew heads back to the mini-fridge, and bends over to pick up a couple cans of beer. I get a great look at his toned, fleshy backside as his t-shirt falls up to his shoulder blades. His skin is incredibly smooth, dotted with a few beauty marks, but otherwise an even shade of sandy brown. It looked like the twins had spent quite a lot of time outdoors this summer.

"What you looking at, Mark?" Oliver says, moving a little bit closer and waking me up from my daydream. "You checking out my brother?"

Shit, caught. "What can I say? You guys are hot." The sentence leaves my lips before I can even filter it.

Andrew stands up from the fridge and puts the cans of Miller Lite on the TV stand. "Hey, we don't mind, do we bro?"

"Not one bit," his brother answers, taking another step closer to me. "You up for some fun?"