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His world was buzzing, vibrating, and his vision was jumping about to match. He stumbled his way through the pulsing, sweaty bodies, desperate for another drink. He muttered obscenities at people who dared to get in his way, until he tripped forward into him. It had to be him. He muttered and stuttered while he just looked and laughed, his perfect teeth glinting and gleaming in the strobe lighting, making him look futuristic. Somewhere in the world around him, surrounding them, the music changed. A pounding, bass-y, upbeat number. Perfect for jumping around, and generally being intoxicated, to.
He tried to move away, tried to get to the bar, tried to get to somewhere away from him, where he could drown his thoughts out with shot after shot. He tried, but he grabbed him, hislong fingers wrapping around his wrists, pulling him closer, pulling him in. Their breath mingled, both equally saturated with alcohol. His drink addled mind tuned out, leaving his body to its own devices. He grinned again. That perfect smirk could get anyone to do anything. He would do anything for him in this moment, and he wasn’t sure why.
He pulled him impossibly closer, until their sweaty foreheads were pressed together, brown eyes staring into grey. He was so close that his whole world was him, him, him…
He wasn’t particularly well known for his common sense, but right there, right then, whatever small shred he had disappeared. He surged forwards, connecting their lips. He responded straight away, as enthusiastically as if it was him who instigated it. He pushed him up against the wall, in a shadowy corner, where no one could see them. He wanted to own him, just for a moment. That moment would be his forever.
His lips were warm and wet and fucking perfect and oh God please don’t let this end, I want this to be my reality and not just some drunken snog in a shit rave with shit drugs and shit drinks and oh fuck he probably won’t even remember this, and I know I probably won’t either but this is too good to think about-
Their faces were flushed, their lips were swollen, their pupils were blown wide, their breathing was ragged, he was beautiful, and he was drunk. He couldn’t see straight, and his goddamn heart just kept on thudding to the beat of the music and he was so fucking beautiful.
Please God let me remember this; let me remember him, and tonight, and him, and him, and him.