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"Cheers!"
As their glasses clinked against each other, some of Kira's drink spilling into his, Shidou's eyes were glued to his (drinking) partner's face.
Kira's cheeks were flush, almost matching the bright pink eyes fixated on them, although they looked more orange under the mellow, warm lighting of the bar they were in. It was a clear indicator he'd already had a few before this one. This was Shidou's first, not ever, just for tonight. He liked waiting until Kira got tipsier first. Loved seeing Mr. Jewel-of-Japanese-Soccer unwind like this. Watching for patches of pale skin to change hues, shoulders to slink down from their usual positions held high, eyelids to droop, and the corners of his mouth to travel further towards the borders of his face. All signs calling for him to follow suit and dive into his own drink.
The cold glass was brought to his lips while his eyes were still unmoving. They were watching Kira's wide smile grow even wider before he sipped his own beer. He could already hear Rin's voice in the back of his head. Telling them off when they get back home in the early AM's of the next day, complaining about the stench of alcohol, telling them off about how 'tepid' and 'half-baked' they were for not holding themselves together, and nagging them about how much money they spent. Whatever, baby lashes was a hypocrite anyway, always coming home with lottery tickets and scratch cards. Either way, he didn't have time to be thinking about that right now. Not when Kira's face was inching closer to his.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Rin."
And a loud, exasperated groan fills the air. Kira leans against the bar, one hand holding his head up and the other still wrapped around his beer. "Seriously?" he replies with his eyebrows furrowed, voice laced with the same annoyance displayed in his expression.
"Yeah."
He's met with a scoff, which Kira barely tries to hide with his glass.
"Are you actually jealous?"
"I don't care. I mean, I don't get why you're thinking about him when he's not even here, but I don't care." He finishes off his drink in one last go.
"Awh, I can think about you too, if you'd like." Kira doesn’t seem impressed. Shidou's fingers worry on the cold surface of his own half-full glass. "How 'bout I pay for tonight? As an apology."
With that, Kira's brows shoot up his forehead. "Really?" It was almost like he was actually surprised, as if he had ever paid for his own alcoholism. "Y'know, I was just going to put it on Reo's tab."
Now it was Shidou's eyes' turn to roll. "I insist."
Kira wasn't being untruthful, however, it's not like his intentions were fully pure when he brought up his purple-haired friend. He couldn't even hide it when a small giggle escaped his lips. "Are you jealous?" he teases, giggling like a giddy school girl while a hand snakes around Shidou's arm, his blood-red face now pressed against a tan shoulder.
"Why would I be?" playing it cool, like the cool beer in his hand and unlike the very warm body pressed against his. "You don't care about him," that's true, "just his wallet."
Instead of offense, it's more giggles. "Awh, you know me so well."
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The rest of the night was a slurry of booze, with a bit of whatever-fried-shit-you-have mixed in. Shidou kind of remembers reading some lyrics off some screen, but he couldn't even recall which one of them had the mic. The clearest memory of the night was the rush of relief they both felt as the chill air hit their faces when they finally managed to pry themselves out of the stuffy insides of the bar.
As a mess of wobbly limbs, they manage to stumble their way to the nearest train station. Sounds of chugging fill their ears as they make their way to the platform, and they collapse against the ground, watching the train leave. It was the last one for the night and neither of them had the strength to get up again. When their eyes meet, they wordlessly agree to just stay there, backs against the wall, until the first train in the morning. They'd be home far too late for Rin's liking, but nothing could be done about that now.
In their mutual silence, Shidou couldn't help but be fascinated with how the lights radiated off of Kira's face as he stared up at them. It may have been the drunken haze fogging his vision, but Kira seemed almost angelic to him right now, as if the light bouncing off of him was a halo framing his face. He was enamored with how his Adam's apple bobbed each time he swallowed down the stomach acid that creeped up his throat, while the subject of his fascination was trying his best not to spill his guts.
Then, Kira's lips parted in a sigh, and, without thought, Shidou's own jumped on the opportunity and captured them.
It took him a second to realize what was going on, there was a new weight on his lap, legs caged his own, and lips were trying to pry his mouth open. Kira found himself trapped between Shidou and the wall behind him. Fortunately, it didn't take his mind long to string the pieces together and make an attempt to follow the other's rhythm. Hands that were still grabbing onto the other's tank top from when they were stumbling against each other were now finding their places on the ground beneath them, his skin seeking some cold relief from the heat of everything else. Meanwhile, Shidou's hands made their way to the other's shoulders, pressing them back against the wall while his mouth worked on deepening the kiss.
Their movements were sloppy and uncoordinated, teeth and tongues mashing against each other. A lot less like a proper kiss and a lot more like they were trying to force their faces into one. It honestly felt crazy. Shidou was feeling delirious, grip on Kira tightening, he was grabbing for purchase, anything that would stop him from floating away. The unsteadiness wasn't exclusive to him though, Kira felt like his head was going to blow. Feeling the pressure build up inside him. Especially in his chest. God, it felt like his heart was going to jump out of it, pushing against his ribs. He was on the brink of something, something was going to happen to him.
He hears splatters, and when his eyelids fly open, to his horror, he finds a puddle made up of the contents of his stomach. At least he was considerate enough to not throw up all over the both of them, his head turned to the side, and Shidou having been pushed away.
The pressure in his chest sort of faded, but it wasn’t completely gone. His head was still spinning. He couldn’t make up his mind on what the main cause of this was, so he landed on believing that it was solely the alcohol running through his veins and pumping into his brain that was fucking with his system like this. The idea of merely making out with Shidou resulting in him being this undone is simply humiliating. He hated being humiliated. Heat prickled at his face. Part of it must have been embarrassment, even when shitfaced, he can recognize that it's a horrible look to throw up in the middle of making out with someone. Someone who he realized was still here. Shidou's hands had slid down from Kira's shoulders down to his thighs, but otherwise he had been unmoving. Still firmly planted atop his lap, the weight grounds him to reality.
He finally turns his head to face him again, and what's actually a few seconds feels like years of simply staring at each other.
“Uh,” breaks through the silence, “sorry ‘bout that.” He prays Shidou doesn't pick up on the shake in his voice.
In the meantime, Shidou was having a debate with himself on whether his desire outweighs the disgust he expects to feel when he tastes the bile on Kira's lips and tongue. Kira had already wiped his face on his sleeve, but surely he’d still find some acidity. Maybe he'd like it. He'd have to figure that out some other time as he settles on latching his mouth onto the exposed part of Kira's neck.
“It's fine.” Shidou replies into his neck before peeling off him and sitting by his side again.
Why did he have to stop? A finger tapped against the ground, hands that were once trying to escape the heat of the situation now found themselves restless at the loss of it. It was his fault for throwing up, but Shidou didn’t seem completely turned off, evidenced by the purplish bruise now present on his neck. So, why did he stop? Did he really just want him to chase after it and beg for more? He wasn’t going to.