Sober Thoughts, Drunken Actions
matchablossom, 851 words
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The nightclub was hot and stuffy. The music was loud and the people were louder. The smell of alcohol filled the air, and Kaoru was loving every second of it.
He threw back another shot, the liquor burning his throat as it went down. He was vaguely aware of Kojiro next to him, sipping at his wine. He scoffed. Typical Kojiro—they finally had time to go out and drink together, and while Kaoru was planning on getting completely shit-faced, that idiot was only on his second glass of wine.
“Like a middle-aged mom on a Thursday night,” he muttered. Kojiro turned his head.
“Did you say something?”
“So you can hear through that thick skull of yours,” he mused. Before Kojiro could respond, he continued, “We’re supposed to be reliving our college days, and I can’t do that if the only thing you’re going to be drinking tonight is that.” He pointed at the half-empty wineglass in his hand.
Kojiro sputtered. “I’m trying to be the responsible one here, Four-Eyes! That way, when you’re drunk out of your mind, I can at least recognize the way to your house!”
“We can just have Shadow drive us back!”
“THAT’S NOT THE POINT!”
Kaoru poked him in the chest. “Look. This was your idea. You suggested for us to go out drinking, saying some bullshit about ‘reliving the good old days,’ and now that we’re here, I’m not about to let you act all high and mighty right now when I’ve seen how you acted back in college.“
Before he realized it, he and Kojiro were face-to-face, their noses nearly touching. He could smell the alcohol on his breath. His eyes started to close, some unknown force urging him to move closer, to close the gap between them.
A strong arm pushed him away.
“Okay, fine. You win,” Kojiro muttered, his words muffled by the hand covering his face.
Kaoru forced a smirk. “I thought so.”
As he stumbled up to the bar, carefully avoiding eye contact with Kojiro, his face felt warmer than usual. His heart pounded uncomfortably in his chest. What the fuck came over him back there?
…Must have been the alcohol.
Kaoru knocked back another shot, the familiar burn settling in his stomach. He watched as Kojiro did the same, slamming down the final glass and wiping his mouth with his hand.
“Don’t wipe your mouth like that. That’s disgusting,” he said. “Us civilized humans use napkins.” He threw a napkin at him, not actually caring whether he used it or not. Kojiro groaned, leaning his head back and resting it against the seat. Kaoru copied him. The water he got was long gone, and he didn’t have enough confidence in his ability to walk to get a refill.
His head pounded. He’d ordered too many shots in a feeble attempt to forget the…incident from earlier.
It didn’t work.
All he’d done was give himself a horrific headache and the inability to walk or think straight.
His mind swirled. What had gotten into him? Sure, he’d liked guys before, even dated some, but…Kojiro?
No.
There was no way.
It was just an accident—a stupid thought he had while drunk.
They would forget everything by tomorrow and it would all go back to normal.
His head hit something firm. Shit, he must have lost his balance and fallen sideways. A quick glance told him he’d fallen onto Kojiro’s shoulder.
“Sorry,” he muttered, quickly righting himself.
“Kaoru,” Kojiro said, freezing him in place. “I’m going to do something stupid. You can slap me, push me away, yell at me—whatever. I just need to know.”
“What are you—“ Kojiro gently cupped his cheek, and suddenly, everything fell silent.
“Is this okay?” he whispered. All Kaoru could do was nod, his breath caught in his throat, unable to make a sound.
Kojiro moved closer, their faces mere centimeters apart. He smelled the alcohol on his breath, felt it on his lips.
Kojiro closed his eyes, giving Kaoru the final decision. The hand cupping his cheek, ever so gentle, slightly fell away, as if inviting him to leave, to forget this ever happened, and to continue like normal.
Part of him wanted that—the comfort of normalcy, to continue life the way it was before this.
But…
Would he really be satisfied with that?
He already knew the answer.
He closed his eyes.
Everything fell away. For the longest time, all Kaoru could feel was the warmth of Kojiro surrounding him. He relaxed, leaning into him. His hands found their way to Kojiro’s shoulders and he held on, prolonging this moment as long as he could.
Finally, they pulled away, gasping for air.
“Was that…okay?” Kojiro breathed. “That wasn’t just because you were drunk, right?”
Kaoru shook his head, reality finally coming back to him. “You really are stupid sometimes,” he said. Despite his words, a smile stretched across his face.
“Does this mean we’re…” Kojiro made a weird gesture with his hands. Kaoru laughed.
“We can figure that out later. Now come here.”
Kojiro smiled. “Yes, Princess.”
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