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“Wasn’t that fun, Sixer?” Bill placed a hand on Ford’s shoulder, laughing as he snatched the microphone from his grip. He was in his human form, an appearance he only took when in the mind scape. It was easier for Ford to comprehend, made him feel less crazy. Spend you time talking to a triangle in your mind, see how sane you feel then.
Karaoke was fun, to be honest. Much more fun than Ford was expecting. Probably because of how drunk he was. Bill had made sure to loosen him up with a few drinks, though Ford was a lightweight, and soon enough he was too drunk to realize what he was doing.
He looked at Bill for a long while, staring at him while he rambled on about something to do with the portal. Honestly Ford wasn’t paying too much attention, he was so drunk he could barely hear Bill talking. But damn, those lips… the way he swayed or laughed, it was hypnotic. Enough so to make Ford do something he would likely regret (if he remembered it in the morning, that is).
He placed his hands on Bill’s cheeks, causing him to pause as he looked towards Ford with a puzzled expression. Ford couldn’t stop himself, he just knew he wanted this, and in his drunken state, this is what he thought was best. He pulled Bill close, their bodies flush against one another as Ford connected their lips.
Bill was shocked, frozen, for only a moment before he leaned into the kiss, closing his eyes as he did. He moved his tongue along Ford’s bottom lip, asking permission to enter, and Ford gladly obliged. His own mouth opened slightly, giving Bill more access, more control. Bill’s arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him in closer as their tongues tangled together.
The alcohol helped Ford calm down considerably, especially since he had never actually kissed anyone before. Normally he would be worrying if he was doing it right, or if he should be making noises of some kind, but right now, he couldn’t care less. There was a moment Ford had to break apart for air, gasping as he tried to catch his breath.
“You okay, Sixer?” Bill smirked, “Never thought a square like you could kiss like a real man.”
“Oh, I’m jus—, I’m just gettin’ started.” Ford let his body go limp as he fell against Bill, slurring his words in a drunken manner. He reached back up to touch Bill’s cheek, pulling him back in for a second round.
Bill’s tongue was definitely unusual. Despite his human appearance, his tongue was anything but human. It was long and pointed at the end, and the way it could snake into Ford’s mouth…maybe they should kiss more often; for research, of course.
Ford was drunken and sloppy in the kiss, constantly trying to deepen it, to push deeper into Bill’s mouth. He had no clue what he was doing, but he didn’t care. It felt good to have the power over somebody else. The way Bill moved his tongue against his own… it was almost too much, even in his drunken state.
After another long kiss, Ford slipped away, falling unconscious mid-kiss as he slumped against Bill. He would have collapsed if Bill hadn’t caught him, holding him securely in place as Ford nuzzled into the crook of Bill’s neck. “I should get you drunk more often,” He laughed. “I mean, if you’re gonna kiss me like that…”
Bill bent down, putting his arms on the back of Ford’s legs before lifting him into his arms. “I’ll let you sleep for now, Sixer. Might as well let you rest since you hangover will be so bad.”
With a snap of his fingers, Bill summoned a king sized bed in the mind scape, helping Ford into bed. Once he was settled, Bill crawled in next to him, morphing back into his triangle form before cuddling up next to Ford. Bill wrapped an arm tightly around Ford’s waist, snuggling him close to his chest.
“Happy birthday, Sixer.”