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The raucous sounds of teenagers who have had too much to drink fills the small space. They’ve decided to do karaoke for their Christmas party this year, which Megumi was adamantly against and Yuuji, Nobara, and Gojo were adamantly for, so of course that’s where they ended up. So far, it hasn’t been horrible, but mostly because nobody has tried to force Megumi to sing yet—suspicious, but Megumi’s not complaining if it means he can just sit back and watch.
The room they’re in this time is all Christmas themed, which Megumi thinks Gojo probably had a hand in, since this place doesn’t usually do that sort of thing. It’s festive, though, and the brightly colored lights everywhere make pretty patterns one everyone’s hair and skin. The space is too small to host all of them comfortably, but that’s fine. Megumi has his seat and hasn’t found much need to move around, and the others seem perfectly content to climb all over each other and wrestle the microphone back and forth as the drinks keep flowing.
Gojo disappears every so often to bring in more (illegally, obviously, seeing as the majority of them are still underage), but conspicuously does not consume any alcohol himself. It’s not surprising—Gojo has never liked the taste of alcohol, and the one time Megumi saw him drunk, the sensation had wreaked havoc on his senses and he had been a complete mess—but it is suspicious.
That seems to be the theme of the evening: suspicious.
Still, Megumi tries his best to relax and not question it. The party has been a nice break from reality, a welcome respite from the horrors of the outside world for a few hours, which is probably why Gojo decided to let everyone get shitfaced. There’s a good chance he’ll have them training until they puke tomorrow. Well, everyone except Megumi, that is, because the one time he had been drunk before, he had felt too dizzy and uncoordinated to have any fun. Just watching is fun enough.
Right now, Megumi is sitting snuggly in the corner of the booth sipping a hot cocoa that Gojo had somehow managed to conjure for him. It’s warm and sweet, but not too sweet, and Megumi lets out a pleased hum as he takes another sip. It’s perfect. Beside him, Yuuta turns and gives him a weary smile (less weary than it used to be, but those eye bags will be there forever) before scooting out of the booth to answer a summon by Panda and Inumaki, who are clearly up to no good. Megumi stifles a smile in his hot cocoa and tries not to make it obvious that he’s watching whatever is about to happen.
“Having fun?”
Megumi involuntarily shivers. He blushes, embarrassed to have been caught off guard by Gojo of all people, whose presence is so huge he’s impossible for anyone to miss.
Gojo laughs, and Megumi can’t help the way his heart skips a beat at the sound.
“You look happy.”
“Don’t I always?” Megumi drawls, and Gojo laughs again. He sinks against Megumi’s side and drapes an arm across his shoulders.
“Of course. My little ray of sunshine.”
“Yep. That’s what they say.”
A comfortable silence falls over them, and Megumi allows himself to enjoy to comfortable feeling of being pressed up against his favorite person. He’ll never admit that to anyone but himself, but he’s long been aware that Gojo is special to him in more ways than one.
Yuuta screams, and Megumi huffs, whipping his head around too late to see what the prank was. All that remains is Yuuta’s incredibly red face, Panda and Maki’s guffawing laughter, and Inumaki’s triumphant smile. Huh. He wishes he had seen what happened to make Yuuta that red. All of this is underscored by the duet being sung off key by Yuuji and Nobara.
“So?”
Megumi turns his attention back to Gojo, who’s looking right at him without so much as his sunglasses to dim the shine of his eyes.
“Hm?” Megumi answers dumbly.
“Are you having fun?”
“I guess,” Megumi shrugs. He is, but Gojo doesn’t need to know that.
“You guess? After all this effort I put in to make sure this was the best Christmas party ever, all you can say is you guess?”
Megumi fights back a smile and schools his face into the most unaffected expression he can manage. “I guess.”
Gojo barks out a laugh and bends forward so that he’s chuckling into Megumi’s shoulder. When he peers up at Megumi through his lashes, swiftly removing the air from Megumi’s lungs in the process, he’s so much closer than he was before.
“What about the decorations?” Gojo asks, voice pitched low. Megumi swallows. “Do you like those?”
“Maybe,” Megumi answers. He’s proud of how steady his voice comes out. Stupid Gojo, always teasing him and making him feel off balance. “They’re a little gaudy.”
“I did notice one thing was missing, though,” Gojo answers as if Megumi didn’t say anything at all. Megumi waits, but Gojo doesn’t elaborate.
“What?” he asks once his curiosity has gotten the best of him.
Gojo’s eyes flicker upward, and Megumi feels his eyebrows furrow in confusion. He glances up and his breath catches at what he sees: a sprig of mistletoe floating right above their heads.
“How—”
Slim fingers guide his gaze back toward Gojo. “Merry Christmas, Megumi.”
There’s no time to respond before soft lips are pressed against his own. Megumi gasps, heart fluttering uncontrollably and hand reaching out instinctively. He meets Gojo’s hand, and Gojo laces their fingers together as he tilts his head to kiss Megumi even better.
Megumi falls into it easily, too stunned to react any other way than to just give in and let it happen. Not that he hasn’t been dreaming of this since he hit puberty, it’s just… he always thought that if this ever happened, it would be like a life-or-death situation or something.
The longer the kiss goes on, the more the rest of the world fades into the background. Soon, all he can feel is the pressure of Gojo’s lips and the occasional wet glide of his tongue. All he can hear are the sounds of their breathing and his own heart beating. All he can see is fireworks behind his eyelids. Excitement shoots through his veins, elation, a lightness he can’t remember ever feeling before. Gojo’s fingers tangle in his hair and maneuver him as he pleases, and Megumi doesn’t even care.
Actually, he loves it. Any other day, any other time, every fiber of Megumi’s being screams at him to be as contrary as possible when it comes to Gojo. Everyone already gives the guy everything he wants; why should Megumi? Now, though, those same fibers command him to give, give, give, anything Gojo wants.
The kiss breaks, and Megumi finds himself following Gojo as he leans away, not ready for this to be over yet. Gojo chuckles lowly and rests his forehead against Megumi’s shoulder again. One of his thumbs plays idly with Megumi’s where their hands are still joined, while the other scratches soothingly at the base of Megumi’s skull.
“Megumi,” Gojo breathes. He doesn’t say anything else, just Megumi’s name. The sound of his voice rumbles in Megumi’s ear and spreads its warmth through the rest of his body. Then—
“Do you wanna go back to my place?”
Megumi jolts back, face heating with embarrassment and arousal. “What?”
“Come on, Megumiii~ Don’t you want me? Come on, let’s go home and finish what we started.”
“I—Wait, seriously? Right now?”
“Right now!” Gojo confirms, his grin boyish and irresistible. Megumi frowns and huffs his disapproval.
“I’m not gonna let you get in my pants just because you kissed me once.”
Without missing a beat, Gojo kisses him again, hard and lingering, until Megumi’s heart is back up where it was before their first kiss ended.
“Now I’ve kissed you twice.”
“Satoru!”
“Yeah, baby, say my name,” Gojo teases. His expression softens, and he scratches deliberately at Megumi’s skull, pushing a few stray hairs out of his face with his thumb. He pitches his voice low again, presses his lips right up against Megumi’s ear, and says, “If you let me take you home, I’ll make you forget every other word you know.”
Megumi’s heart stops alongside his rational brain. All he can think is, God I want that. Gojo grins, sly, cheshire, and Megumi doesn’t even have to say anything for Gojo to correctly interpret his expression.
“Yuuta,” he calls, never breaking eye contact with Megumi. He pulls his wallet from his pocket and tosses it to Yuuta. “Pay for everyone before you go.”
“Wait, what?”
The karaoke place disappears, and by the time Megumi’s feet touch the floor of Gojo’s bedroom, he knows he’s in for a night he’ll never forget.