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Despite the season and the month being March, it was still nippy at the worst of times, like tonight.
Wayne can’t stop shivering as he stands outside smoking yet another dart after driving the snakes out of Letterkenny with the help of his friends. Even though he drank enough to kill a horse, he couldn’t stop the shakes. He takes a drag but realizes he’s inhaling the smoke of the filter burning so he stubs it out, grimacing.
Wayne wouldn’t consider himself a poopy pants especially after having taken down the degens from upcountry, but he still wasn’t having a good of a time as he thought he was going to have. Alcohol, of course, helped him feel loose and able to relax after the scrap but, despite this factor, it wasn’t doing it for him tonight.
A glass of water and a bit of fresh air should have helped except it got to the point where the only way to calm himself down was by having a smoke, which turned into many. Sure he enjoys each dart he has but this one feels different; he feels different, especially after the last year. Smoking throughout the night made Wayne’s throat felt thick with a coding of speechlessness, paired with McMurry coming out ever so often to drive him up the wall.
Wayne lights just one more dart before deciding to go back inside. Halfway through the cigarette, the door bursts open abruptly causing Wayne to whip his head towards it.
Darry cautiously closes the door as he steadies himself and makes eye contact with Wayne. It’s evident how wasted Darry was by the way he drunkenly dances towards Wayne.
“There you are! Where have you been Super Chief?”
“Havin’ a dart. What are you doing out here? Shouldn’t you be dancin’?”
“Well I was but then I realized you weren’t there… Let’s dance good buddy.”
Darry’s so hammered that he loses his footing, causing him to fall forward into Wayne who was more alert and ready for the impact so instinctively he catches him in his arms. A moment of silence passes between the two of them as they essentially hug. Darry, realizing the situation, ducks then turns his head under Wayne’s chin it so it rests on his chest.
“Wish you weren’t so fucking awkward bud.”
Darry pouts at Wayne as he spots the dart in his mouth so Darry takes the opportunity to snatch it. As Wayne protests, Darry takes a long drag then blows the smoke out towards Wayne’s face. This action causes Wayne to really take in his disheveled appearance since Darry came out of the Ag Hall. Freckled face all rosy red, the top two buttons undone, the third pert near ready to burst, and pants slipping off his ass. His curls were damp and stuck to his forehead from the amount of sweat and alcohol that collected from his activities.
Wayne would never admit it, but he wanted to run his hands through it, smooth it back until it was out of his pretty blue doe eyes, and—
“Wayne?”
“Yes Darry?”
There’s a pregnant pause where he doesn’t say anything, words lost on his tongue on account of being plastered. Wayne takes a deep breath in, knowing it was now or never.
“D’y’wannaknowwhat?”
“What?”
Plucking the cigarette out of Darry’s hand, Wayne drops it on the ground. They make eye contact once again and Wayne finally feels warm, hot even, face becoming flushed. He’s never been close like this to anyone other than a sweetie so to feel Darry’s breath on his face is quite a jarring feeling.
Darry, dumbfounded, simply smiles up at him, small but bright and a little crooked, when Wayne finally decides to do what he should have done awhile ago. He leans down slowly until his lips meet Darry’s which sends another shiver right through him. Darry immediately responses by kissing back hard enough to bruise, making Wayne feel a bit dizzy. Fulling leaning into Wayne, Darry tongues at his lips until they open and the two of them are frenching outside of the Ag Hall like a couple of sallys.
A few minutes pass with Wayne and Darry out of breath and still wrapped around each other. Wayne finally feels relief as the tension in his shoulders dissipates because this is Darry, his best buddy, who kissed him back. He noses Darry’s cheek then pecks it as Darry says—
“Oh she’s bashful.”