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Yamcha’s cheeks felt hot, both from the drinks he’d had at Krillin’s party, and from the eyes that were lingering on his face- This had to have been the tenth time he’d found Tien staring at him tonight, it was making him self conscious. He tugged at the collar of his shirt as he fumbled to get the key in the lock of his apartment door, the buzzing of the too dim yellow light barely illuminating the landing of his apartment- The feeling of those three searing eyes on the side of his face the entire time. Peeking from the corner of his eye he found Tien, cheeks stained red, arms crossed tight over his chest- his face and shoulder leaning against the cream wall as he smirked down at Yamcha, watching him struggle with the lock. Seeing Tien lean felt... odd. In all the years Yamcha had known Tien, near perfect posture was a constant of his friends demeanor- That and his often neutral, bordering on deadly serious facial expression. So the combination of casual posture, impolite staring and a smile told Yamcha everything he needed to know- Tien was drunk.
Not that he could claim any different, his own glassy eyes and sweaty hands still struggled to put the key into the lock, Tien’s penetrating gaze certainly wasn’t helping matters either. Finally a metallic click sounded, the timber door opening to his dark apartment, pale moonlight lighting it a quiet blue from the expansive windows adorning the back wall. A deep voice spoke from beside him, almost causing Yamcha to start-
“Home, sweet... apartment.” Tien followed his joke with a low snort. Turning to the tall man beside him with his mouth agape, Yamcha couldn’t help the drunken giggle in his voice as he spoke, “Did you just snort at your own terrible joke, Tien Shinhan? Dende help me, he must have been replaced by a clone.” He found himself reaching out, attempting to press his hand to Tien’s forehead- Tien swatted at his hand, pushing him by the shoulder into the apartment as he stumbled in behind Yamcha- “Watch the eye, pretty boy.”
“You think I’m pretty?” Yamcha batted his eyelashes, looking at Tien over his shoulder, hands clasped as though he were a school girl getting a compliment- Not waiting for Tien to answer his joke, Yamcha kicked his shoes off before wandering further into his apartment, assessing where best for Tien to sleep. His couch was out and the futon was certainly no good for Tien’s broad frame, either.
“You can have the bed, I’ll sleep out here” Yamcha nodded to the futon as he turned back toward Tien, catching his friend raising a brow toward him- “You're too big for my futon.” He said matter-of-factly.
He watched with suspicion as Tien walked toward him, his eye on the small couch- “Or-” He raised a big hand to his chin as though he were deep in thought, though the small smile still graced his face- “We could just share the bed-”
“Share the bed?” He found himself asking dumbly, watching Tien.
“Mmm, I think it’s the best solution for everyone involved.” The serious tone of Tien’s voice didn’t match the slightly mischievous expression of his face and Yamcha couldn’t help but for his heart to skip a beat. Seeing Tien so playful was certainly not a common event but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying every minute of it- With a broad smile and nod, Yamcha agreed, even if his stomach was doing worried little flips at the notion. Without another word they started toward Yamcha’s room. The room itself was big, his gold framed bed sitting against the far wall. He flicked the small bedside lamp on, only to find Tien already finished undoing the buttons of his cheongsam, quickly discarding of it and his undershirt in seconds- His broad chest fully on display as he fell backwards onto Yamcha’s bed, the frame giving out a loud metallic huff at his weight-
“Hey- that’s antique, be careful.” Yamcha didn’t mean for his voice to sound so indignant as Tien sat up a bit, looking at the frame.
“Wow- you don’t say.” Tien responded, his voice thick with sarcasm.
“I’ll make you sleep on the floor if you’re not careful-” Yamcha turned toward his dresser, needing to avert his eyes from Tien’s shirtless frame, his heart almost beating out of his chest- He worked at the buttons of his tang suit with shaky hands, quietly dropping it into the small pink chair that sat by his dresser before replacing it with black tank top. His pants followed, along with a low chuckle from behind him- Snapping his head around he was once again met with Tien’s eyes, the man a picture of ease laying back on his bed, hands behind his head-
“What?”
“Nice boxers.” Was all he said, his gaze on Yamcha’s shorts- Black satin adorned with bright red and pink love hearts. He honestly forgotten he’d been wearing them, not that he’d expecting anyone to see him in his underwear when he’d picked them out earlier that day...
“Thank you.” he replied curtly as he dug through the oak dresser for his old grey sweats, snatching them out from underneath a purple night shirt. He pulled them on as quickly as possible, turning back toward the bed he found Tien watching him with a smirk again- Finally reaching his limit he had to ask, “Why do you keep staring at me?” he crossed his arms over his chest, eyeing Tien with suspicion.
“Why do you think?” Tien moved one of his hands from where it had been resting behind his head, lightly tapping a finger against his bare chest as Yamcha watched him.
“I honestly don't know.” He answered earnestly, taking a step toward the bed.
“Come lay with me-” Tien patted the empty spot next to him and Yamcha felt as though his heart was going to jump out of his chest-
“Maybe I should just sleep on the futon…” He trailed off, pressing his forefingers together.
“Don’t be silly, it’s your bed, lay down-” Tien patted the spot again.
He approached the bed with caution, sitting down next to Tien, one foot firmly on the floor, the other on the bed, his knee bent. Tien was still watching him, an almost shy smile on his face as Yamcha asked again- “Why do you watch me?”
Tien let out a quiet sigh as he sat up straight to meet Yamcha's dark eyes, both of them leaning against the rickety frame- he swallowed, reaching out absently to play with a stray lock of Yamcha's hair, the tiny smile coming back as he silently toyed with it before opening his mouth- “I want you.” He spoke so calmly, as though he told Yamcha the simplest thing in the world, rather than a confession that could fundamentally alter their relationship. He found himself almost scoffing as he watched Tien idly continue playing with his messy hair.
“You're drunk.” He finally said, giving Tien an out as his heart pounded in his chest. He suddenly felt too drunk, or maybe too sober, he wasn’t certain-
“Am I?” Tien smirked as he cupped Yamcha’s cheek, inching closer to him.
“You are.” Yamcha’s voice shook, his eyes never leaving Tien’s face-
“Is that the only problem you have with this?” Tien questioned, face dangerously close to Yamcha’s, his thumb tracing over Yamcha’s bottom lip- “That I’m drunk? What If I said the same thing in the morning- What would you say then?”
“I-” Yamcha was so lost in the warmth of Tien’s hand on his cheek, the closeness of his face... he wasn’t certain what he should say, not fully comprehending Tien's words. Instead he waited with bated breath as Tien closed the short distance, pressing his lips to Yamcha’s-
The kiss was slow, simply lips touching lips as Tien’s thumb rubbed his scarred cheek, his free hand interlocking with Yamcha’s between their chests.
Breaking their lips apart Tien trailed his nose over Yamcha’s cheek, pressing a kiss to the scar over his eye- “Well?”
Yamcha could feel the shock on his face as Tien pulled back from him, resting his head against the bed frame, glassy eyes on Yamcha’s face as he waited for an answer-
A shy smile came to Yamcha's mouth as he ducked his eyes down to his and Tien's entwined fingers, still laying between them. He squeezed lightly as he answered Tien's question- “I guess we’ll have to find out in the morning.”