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He taps fingers against the counter, paying his full attention to Red as he rambles about, what, Hytale? Whatever he’s talking about, he can’t really decipher, considering both of them drunk as fuck. None of his roommate’s words make sense right now for him. He didn’t mind it that much, considering he gets to at least hear Red talk again. He eyes down the man as he just continues.
His roommate’s really cute when he’s drunk. Way cuter than how he sounds in his little streams. He’ll admit it– Red’s cute as heck. When he got this guy to be his roommate, his first thought was, “Goodness, he’s way more attractive than my boyfriend". (That boyfriend is now just a stranger to him) He’s never told anyone about his views on Red. How he wants to date him so bad. Unfortunately, his roommate might be straight.
Or not. He doesn’t know either.
Red took a big sip from his glass, his eyes landing on him. The way his roommate stares at him makes it hard to do anything else but stare back. Who wouldn’t anyways? God, if Red finds he’s gay for him, it’ll either turn out to be a paradise, or everything’s gonna go wrong.
“You’re drinking a lot more than usual.” He finally spoke up. If he was silent for too long, Red probably wouldn’t like that.
The other softly laughed, “Really? I thought this was…like, my average amount.”
“Definitely not,” He stated, “You'd probably pass out minutes ago already.” It was true– usually his roommate could only take at least five before he gets the urge to black out. Six shots and he’s already on the floor. Though this time it seems that his tolerance kind of tweaked a little bit.
“Right. That probably just means I'm getting more tolerant. More than you perhaps.”
“You’re the one that blacks out every party, dude. I always have to drag you out myself everytime.”
“Like, carry me?” He tilted his head. Confusion clear in his face. It was pretty cute.
He nodded slowly, “Yeah.. Like… carry.”
“Am I heavy?” He asked. It was obvious that Red’s getting curious about it.
The question had him wondering for a little bit. He never really paid attention to how heavy Red was, only ever focused on how nice he looks in his arms. His sleepy face when he’s thrown over on his back. Every time he saw it, he got the urge to just kiss him. But he can’t. Because Red’s straight.
Unless–
“Not much, I guess. You’re all good.” He looked away, trying to steer his attention from the thoughts.
His roommate lets out a giggle, “Like– hold on, you carry me? Everytime? To our car? Like… seriously?”
“Yeah, dude.”
“Carrying me like- like, bridal style? Like I'm your princess?”
He froze.
Why did he say it like that–
He bit his lower lip, a nervous laugh left his mouth afterwards. “I guess so. Not sure if you’re my princess though.” He hoped he was, though.
“Awww, okay. You don’t want me to be your princess?” He teased him.
He almost recoiled after hearing those words. He took a deep breath, sighing, “... You’re drunk as fuck.”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
He thinks for a moment. Unsure of what to say. But then again, his roommate is super drunk. There’s a chance he’ll forget all this tomorrow. It’ll be fine, right?
Fuck it.
“I mean, if you want to, you can be my princess.” He’s not sure if he should actually say this. Though, maybe finally admitting how he feels for this guy would solve his life problems.
Red let out another laugh, “Wow. Really? That’s… Nice. I guess.”
He thinks for a moment, and the temptations take over him. He smiles softly before saying, “You’re pretty cute.”
Red snapped his head at him, eyes completely on him now. There was an obvious shock in his face, perhaps a hint of fluster too. He’d doubt it’s that, though.
“You think I'm cute?” Red questioned.
He nodded. “Of course I do.”
Red looked towards his drink, then back at his eyes. He stammered, “Thank you. I guess. I don’t- I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to, just acknowledge it.”
“Why would you find me cute anyways?” He questioned again.
He looked away. The thought never really crossed his mind. Why did he find his roommate cute? Maybe he just thinks he’s cute and nothing else. But he knows there was something more than just a stupid thought. He knows he wants this guy to be his lover.
“I don't…” He paused, taking a long breath. “I never really thought I'd have to tell you, since… I just… wanted to keep it a secret.”
“... Secret?”
“Well- yeah. Obviously I wouldn't just… Randomly tell you about what I'm… thinking of you, ya know?” He said, “Don't wanna ruin the vibe.”
Red laughed, “What, you're telling me you find me cute and you don't even wanna tell me that? Why?”
He hummed thoughtfully, “Dunno. Thought you'd find it weird, I guess.”
“I- I mean, it’s a surprise, but I don’t find it…weird. Like… pop off, man.”
His eyes dart back at him, confusion flows through his mind. Why is his roommate encouraging him to tell him he’s cute? It feels strange, he’s pretty sure he’d thought it’s weird. He was sure that Red wouldn’t like it. But he’s drunk, so maybe it’s just that.
He watched silently as the man drank the last few liquor from his glass, observing specifically his lips. It looked nice, and definitely kissable. Red wipes a little bit of stain from his mouth, and that just looked so satisfying in an unexplainable way. To be honest, everything he does is satisfying. He could watch him do nothing all day, and it would still feel like heaven.
No matter what, his eyes always manage to return back to his lips. He had a strong urge to lean in and just kiss him right there. But he probably can't, definitely not now.
“So, when are you passing out again?” He said, an attempt to distract himself from his thoughts.
Red shrugged, “I don't know. What, you want me to pass out?”
“No, no. Just… making sure. Just want things to be alright.”
His lips curved into a soft smile, the kind that he loved seeing. Red just seemed like he was teasing him– whether on purpose or not– it was definitely working. He wanted to give into the urge, to just… get up and kiss him. But there's no way his roommate is letting him do that, especially when he's drunk as fuck.
But he's the type to take risks. He could try asking, right?
“Hey,” he calls out to him.
“What?”
“Do you–” He paused, thoughts filling up inside his mind. Was this really a good decision? Should he really do this? There's a chance Red would wake up tomorrow and get upset when he finds out they kissed. He didn't want to make things awkward.
He takes a deep breath, sighing, “... Will you forget this, like… request… tomorrow?”
His roommate snickered, “Sure bro, what is it?”
Their eyes meet, and before the awkward silence could get to them, he replied,
“Can I kiss you?”
Red's pupils dilate, clearly frozen in place out of shock and confusion. He really shouldn't have asked that, but this was probably his only opportunity– and knowing it was, he definitely had to take it. He wanted to know how those lips taste– how that same mouth that talks to his screen in his bedroom would feel against his own. It's fine if this guy gets mad tomorrow, because at least he gets to be his first kiss.
“So?” He tilts his head, grinning at him. “Yes or nah?”
Red blinks repeatedly, his eyes constantly looking towards everywhere in the room besides him. He really hoped that wasn't overstimulating for him.
“Uh– I, uh, well,” He stammered, “I mean, like… kiss.. As in… Like… kiss? Like, you want to… kiss me? On the lips?”
“Yeah.”
“Why me?”
He sighed, “I just want you.”
“Oh.” He replied, “... Me?”
“Yeah. You.”
Silence falls between them for a few moments. He almost thought he ruined the mood for a second, but Red lets out a quiet laugh to himself and continued,
“Do you want to be my first kiss?”
“Of course.” He said, "Because, like, even when you're gonna get a girlfriend in the future, I'll still be the lucky one, no?”
“What are you doing just sitting there, then?” He teased him. He swore his heart skipped a beat right there.
He shrugged, “Waiting for your confirmation, bro. I need consent.”
“As if it doesn't seem like I'm consenting already,” He chuckled, “Just kiss me. I'm fine with it.”
“You’re drunk.”
“I guess my roommate doesn't want to claim the ‘Reddoons’ first kisser’ personality trait, huh? You already got too many?” He joked again.
Since when did this guy know how to play with his feelings like this? Red is so confusing.
… But he definitely wants to be Reddoons’ first kisser.
“Fine.” He blurted out, slowly rising up from his chair. Before he knew it, he had already walked around the entire counter and reached for him. Closing his eyes, he leans forward and closes the gaps between their lips. No hesitations, no distractions– just a straightforward kiss.
It feels soft– just like how he always imagined it. Red just awkwardly froze, clearly not knowing what else to do but to just kiss back. That awkwardness was already adorable enough. He deepened the kiss further, tugging at his roommate's golden locks like it depends on his life. The man could be heard attempting to muffle a few embarrassing noises, shaking a little bit beneath him. Maybe he held this guy's face too hard.
Eventually, somehow, he pulls away from Red. Red seemed like he was still processing bullshit, possibly embarrassed. But he looked nice while at it, so there really is no point in caring.
“That felt amazing.” He said, chuckling to himself after.
Red gazes into his eyes, an awkward type of stare he does when he doesn't know what else to do. He liked this kind of Red. His mouth opens slightly, then closes again, indicating a loss of words.
“... Did you… like… did you enjoy that or..?”
Red muttered, “Kinda.”
He grinned widely, excitement running through his veins. “... Same.” He said, “You can… forget this tomorrow, if you want.”
“.. O-okay.”
He lets go of his hair, ruffling it gently before slowly taking a few steps backwards. Red already turned around and faced the table back, his eyes almost half-closed. Maybe he's gonna pass out soon, who knows.
The taste of his lips was still there, though. It never left. He has a feeling he'd never forget it.
Of course he wouldn't. He doesn't even want to forget it. Especially when it's his roommate's lips.