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"Lyney, how drunk are you?" Lumine slams down her shot glass, the liquid in it splashing over the edges slightly.
The boy in question giggled, a hand over his flushed face to cover his grin. "Only a little~" he teased. The empty Pinot Noir glass on the table in front of him speaks otherwise, going hand in hand with said glass being refilled with a concoction only the small group huddled around the table knew the contents of.
Lyney, Hutao, Xiangling, Scaramouche, Albedo, Mualani, and Aether sat clustered around the coffee table on the carpeted floor in Yelan's living room. The fireplace behind them had recently been put out once Venti caught them drinking to prevent further accidents. No one was sure why he was here, but then again he'd go anywhere if alcohol was involved.
"We're still in college and he's already become an alcoholic." Hutao had sighed about Venti after he put out the fire.
"Hutao, you're literally drinking my alcoholic drink!" Xiangling exclaimed. Her only response was something along the lines of "Because you made it." or something else similarly mushy.
The group was originally just Xiangling, Hutao, and Albedo (for some reason), but they had picked up Lyney when he bumped into Hutao while she was grabbing the glasses and she invited him to join them for their "concoction party." Scaramouche merged with them once he noticed his boyfriend had been pulled away and was now being forced to consume any of Xiangling's unknown and non-safety-approved creations. Mualani had jumped in the group while Xiangling was mixing everything together on the short glass table and Aether was simply sitting on the couch behind them and agreed to join because "why not?" Their small group didn't quite make sense, but they got along well enough.
Xiangling had offered to make a mixture of different alcoholic (and non-alcoholic) drinks together along with her own flavorings from Yelan's fridge and pantry that they had some how snuck past her scary girlfriend — who was keeping a close watch on them ever since Scara had joined their gathering. She passed around a large bottle, emptied about half way after its second refill. Everyone had wine glasses they'd found in the upper cabinets; not including Aether, who had a regular glass cup with polka-dots scattering the outside.
"I would be telling you that you need to go home, but I'm not sure if there's anyone here who can drive you!" Lumine huffed, finishing her own jello shot and slamming the crumpled cup on the glass table. She jumped down, landing criss-cross between Lyney and Scaramouche. "I'm drinking, you're drinking, Lynette isn't here; who's going to take you?"
Lyney held his chin with his hand. "I'm pretty sure Navia's here!"
"Navia's also drinking," Lumine shot down. "You should know that."
"Right…" He then crossed his arms.
Lumine grabbed his shoulder, shaking him slightly at her revelation. "You have your phone! Just call Lynette or Freminet, I'm sure they'll come get you."
He shook his head, hair swishing as he did so. "They're sleeping at this hour, I wouldn't want to bother them."
While another one of their plans was crossed out, it was sweet to think about how — even when he doesn't have his thoughts straight — Lyney always puts his siblings first.
Lumine sighed, dropping her head on Lyney's shoulder and using her own hand to cushion her fall. "Lyney, why didn't you think of this beforehand," she whined.
Lyney giggled, shaking Lumine so much she lifted her head. "So~rry!" He lifted the glass to his lips, downing a quarter of the alcoholic drink. "I thought someone could just drive me back."
"Oh! Oh!" Mualani raises her hand, waving it in the air to get their attention. "I know someone who can drive you!"
The two of them looked to her, Lumine wide eyed in anticipation.
She takes a quick swig of the drink Xiangling had provided for her and sets the finished glass on the table in front of her. "I don't think Kinich drinks much — and I asked him to drive me back originally — so he shouldn't be drinking."
"Mualani," Lumine stretched an arm out to grab a hold of her, "you are a lifesaver! Literally!" She shakes the girl a little before leaning back against the couch.
"Of course! Anything to help."
"Where is he now?" Lumine inquires, tipping another jello shot back.
The girl thinks for a moment, tapping the glass cup on her chin. "The shadows," she says flatly.
Scaramouche scoffs. "Yeah, the shadows. Stop trynna be edgy, Lyney needs to get home before he drinks too much more." He holds out the curved glass in his hand for Xiangling to refill.
"I've never seen you this caring about someone," Hutao leans in," except for Albedo, of course." She smirks, gaze flickering between the two of them.
"I don't care about him," Scaramouche scoffs. "It's either he goes home soon, or he drinks even more, hacks everything back up on the carpet, and crashes on Yelan's couch. I wouldn't mind the second option, but Yelan might kill us all if that happens."
He has a point. A strong one at that. Now that she thinks about it, Lyney was never a light drinker, but his body doesn't always take alcohol well. If they didn't find someone to take him home soon, Lyney might have to face greater consequences than he signed up for.
"Yeah," Lumine nodded, "we need to get Lyney that driver." She stood up, reaching a hand out to pull Lyney up with her. He stumbled against her, tipping them to the side before sliding back down to the floor. Lumine looked down, glaring daggers into the blond at her feet. "Fine, I'll go myself." Her and Mualani lock eyes. "Where is he, I'll bring him back here and we can talk it over."
Mualani grinned. "I was being serious," she giggled. "He's probably in some dark hallway or something. Try the unlit hall leading to the upstairs bathroom."
Lumine looked up to the balcony. The upstairs floor overlooked the living room and part of the kitchen, but from down there, you couldn't see anything below the tops of the doors lined along the back wall. She huffed, turning to the stairs and stalking up the carpeted steps.
Behind her, Mualani called back again. "He might not agree! Tell him I need to talk to him if worst comes to worst!"
Once she gets to the top of the stairs, Lumine scans the entire upper floor that she can see. It doesn't look like anyone up there at first. It seems so barren; only shelves with unlit candles and a long table pushed on the side decorate the otherwise empty hall. If she squints hard enough, she can make out a small figure laying at the end of the hall.
"Kinich?" She steps forward cautiously. "Hey, this might be a bad time, but we kinda need you to do a favor for us."
A small grunt is all she gets as a reply before the figure pushes themselves up from the wall. "Yeah?" Kinich's voice sounds low and rough, like he hasn't spoken in a while. "Who's we?" He questions further.
"Good," Lumine straightens up, picking up the pace as she walks closer to him. "It is you! Listen, now might be a bad time — and my bad if I interrupted your nap or whatever — but do you think you're sober enough to drive?"
"Mmm…" He rubs aggressively at his eyes, being careful to not touch the jewels around his eyes. "Yeah, gimme a moment to start the car. Tell Mualani to meet me out there." He slams a hand against the wall behind him to steady himself, stumbling backwards into the blank white.
Lumine reaches out, grabbing a hold of Kinich's arm to stabilize him. "Whoah, you okay?" She gently pulls him forward, trying to help him find his balance again.
"'M fine." Kinich shakes her hand off and straightens himself upright. He winces when putting pressure on his right leg, lifting his foot to hover slightly above the ground while slowly rolling his ankle.
"Okay…" She eyes him skeptically, but drops the topic in the end. "Well, you're not driving Mualani actually. Lyney needs someone to take him home, and he's drunk too much already."
"Seems no different to your situation," Kinich jeers, rubbing at his eyes once more before looking at her directly. "Why me?"
She turns back to the stairs, moving to start down the stairs. "Because no one else can drive him." She turns around to make sure he's still following. To her surprise, he's tagging along closely behind. "And I mean no one. He came here with Furina, but she's going home with me — obviously," she flips her hair in mockery while rounding the corner, "— and his siblings are fast asleep at home. Navia's drinking, and Kazuha was an option but we found his weed in the back so he's off the table." Her hops down the stairs put distance between the two of them. Lumine stops at the bottom, turning around to watch Kinich slowly make his way down. "You're the only one he knows and trusts to take him home!"
Kinich pauses. Only for a moment, but noticeable enough to anyone watching close enough. To no one's surprise, Lumine notices this pause. Lucky for Kinich, she's using it to her greatest advantage. She raises an eyebrow, catching his gaze with a smug look.
"You hesitated," Lumine points out.
"I didn't." They meet at the bottom of the stairs, not breaking eye contact. Kinich blinks once, waiting for her to say something, and Lumine yelps, jumping back and pointing at him.
"You lost!" She claps in front of his face. "You lost," she echos.
Kinich tilts in curiosity. "Lost what?"
"Staring contest!" Lumine grins, tipping back on her heels and spinning around towards the couch not far behind them.
Beside her, Kinich shakes his head. "You're at least a little tipsy," he sighs. Still, he follows her over to the coffee table stationed in the living room with a crowd of people surrounding it.
"Lyney!" Lumine shouts, leaping over to stand behind him.
The boy in question tips his head back, leaning on the palms of his hands for support. His face lights up when he locks eyes with Kinich, leaning further back to look at his full outfit.
He's wearing a dark green suit with a bright white button-up underneath. The tie around his neck shimmers with a hint of silver glitter on some of the stripes, matching with his silver earrings that hang low beneath his long hair. Strands of his hair are tied together in a small braid, adding volume and depth to the contrasting fluff.
"Wow," Lyney whispers, eyes trained on the silver and green swirly designs around Kinich's eyes. It reminds him of flower vines with the small gems snickered on representing the flowers on the stems. "You're—" Just as he opens his mouth, the sweat coating his hand slicks the carpet below him, forcing Lyney to lose his grip and slide downward until he hit the floor.
Kinich crosses his arms and grins in amusement, but still makes a move to check on the injury. Crouching down, Kinich puts a hand on Lyney's lower back as the latter rubs at his throbbing head. "You okay?"
"You look dazzling." A lopsided grin widening across his face as Lyney complements the boy in front of him.
Averting his gaze, Kinich retracts his arms and stands up beside the table. "Lumine said I was driving you home?"
"Well I sure hope so," Lyney partly confirms, tracing a finger up Kinich's leg. His smile turns to a smirk as he watches the tips of Kinich's ears burn a bright red.
"He doesn't do all too well with alcohol," Lumine pipes up, filling in the blanks for both of them. "Mualani's got a driver already and she offered you instead." Furina trots up behind her, wrapping her arms around Lumine's exposed waist. "I hope that's okay, because you're all we got right now."
Looking away from their most obvious pda, Kinich turns his focus to the obviously drunk Lyney who's resting against his leg and chattering loudly with Scaramouche and Hutao. "Hey," he bends his leg slightly before standing back up to get Lyney's attention. "We need to get you home now." Kinich extends his hand for support.
Lyney takes the offered help, gripping tightly so he wobbles less than expected when standing up. The moment Lyney was up on his feet, he slumped into Kinich, digging his face in the other man's chest. "Carry me." His request was muffled from the clothes he was speaking into.
"No, get up." Kinich pulled him up, snaking an arm around Lyney's waist for stability. The two of them began walking towards the front door, weaving through small crowds of people around them. Mualani called something out to them, waving her cup above her head, but it was drowned out by the loud chatter of clustering people around them.
Lyney leaned closer at the touch at his side and rested on Kinich's shoulder. "So eager to get me home, aren't you, Malipo?" His words ghosted the skin beneath Kinich's ear, forcing a wince out of the man. Lyney watches as the tips of his ears burn bright, matching the color on the visible parts of his face.
Giggling, Lyney presses a small kiss to his neck, stepping away and falling into the wall as Kinich reaches for the front door.
"Out," he nods to the glass screen in front of them. "My car's a little ways away."
Lyney throws himself at the door, flinging the screen open and stepping out into the night. The cold air stings his skin, but he's too far gone to care, instead opting for a giggle as he trips down the front steps, Kinich trailing quickly behind.
"Careful." Kinich's steps fall in line with Lyney's, walking side by side down the road.
Beside him, Lyney grips tightly as Kinich's arm, refusing to let go. Whether or not it's for stability or personal comfort, Kinich has no idea. Instead he allows Lyney to keep himself comforted with the warmth as they stroll on the sidewalk.
"You're warm." Leaning into his side, Lyney tips them to the side. Kinich tried to keep them moving forward, but the side of his dress shoe had caught in-between the grass and concrete they walked on, sending the two of them into the skirt of someone's lawn.
Kinich could feel Lyney's muffled giggle as he laughed into his chest. "Sorry, that was my bad." His apologies faded on his mouth as the boy above him sat up.
A crooked smile splayed across Lyney's face as his arms caged Kinich beneath him. The bright streetlight nearby left a soft, angelic glow around the blond's hair, highlighting his dyed bangs and disorganized braid. His wispy bangs fall over Kinich's forehead with their close proximity. Something akin to pure joy and admiration glimmers in Lyney's foggy eyes as he holds Kinich's stare. Crinkles in his makeup show just how wasted he is as small jewels threaten to fall off his eyes from how wide he's smiling.
"You're gorgeous," Lyney whispers, leaning down so close Kinich can feel his breath, but not close enough for their skin to make contact.
"So you've said many times tonight." It's not quite a scoff, but it's not quite a laugh.
Lyney's eyes flicker down to the dry and chapped lips opposite of his own, which are glossed and lined perfectly as per his sisters help. "You could use some lip gloss." He grins playfully, a hint of tease in his tone.
"I don't seem to have any on me." Color burns at Kinich, crawling up his neck before settling comfortably on his face. The way Lyney talks to him — calm and delectate even while he's passing flirtatious remarks — leaves a swirling feeling inside his stomach. It's not necessarily uncomfortable, but it's unfamiliar and foreign to Kinich.
He's probably going to regret this in the morning — they both are. When Lyney is sober again and realizes what happened, and Kinich is settled in his uncomfortable home once again and the memories of the night before bleed into his thoughts until that's the only thing he can think about. Still — even with that knowledge — Kinich doesn't see a reason to back off. After all, Lyney's the one flirting with him and clinging onto his arm like it's his whole life.
Kinich closes his eyelids only half way, keeping his gaze trained on Lyney. "Could I borrow some?"
It's difficult to tell who initiated the kiss, but Lyney doesn't waste a single moment, pushing his tongue into Kinich's mouth as soon as their lips met. Even though he was too far wasted, Lyney easily took the lead, guiding them through the steps with an aggressive grace that made warmth swirl around Kinich's insides.
Lyney laps at the inside of Kinich's mouth, running his tongue along any surface he can reach; pushing further and further into his mouth. At one point, he retracts for a second, leaning up before slamming back down, biting hard at Kinich's now glossed lips. Kinich whines, both in protests but also delight. Sure, the feeling hurts — it hurts bad — but it brings him a feeling of joy he's never once felt before.
After receiving such a wonderful reward — the sound of Kinich's whines as he pulls at Lyney, pressing them as close together as possible — Lyney doesn't stop nipping at Kinich every here and there. The instant he thinks he gets a break, Kinich feels a sharp pain on his bottom lip, bringing out yet another cry.
The thought makes Kinich wonder what it's like to kiss Lyney sober. If this kiss is messy — drool dripping from their conjoined mouths and anxious hands grabbing at anything they can, trying to get the most they can from this fleeting high — what would it be like when Lyney's more composed and present? Would he still be this "dominant," or would he give Kinich a moment to take over?
Kinich falls limp beneath the roaming hands, grabbing at any bare skin visible. At first, Lyney grabs at Kinich's arms, dragging them around his waist. Simply pulling at the edges of his jacket in an attempt to bring him impossibly closer. But after a while of aimlessly grabbing and tugging at clothes, Lyney untucks the button up, giving him space to slip his hand under the shirt and run his fingers up Kinich's stomach.
The cold feeling of Lyney's hands contrasts the warmth radiating off of Kinich. Light fingertips trailing in circles around the edges of his skin draw soft groans from the back of Kinich's throat.
Only twice does Kinich try — and fail — to take the lead in their kisses, being instantly shut down as Lyney would pinch his side or pin his tongue down. In this short time, Lyney had made an obvious point that the enjoys taking the lead — at least when he's drunk.
The thought makes Kinich wonder what it'd be like to kiss Lyney when he's sober. Would it be different? This kiss is sloppy, drool running down his chin, and anxious hands roaming aimlessly around each other's bodies. If Lyney were sober, what would change? Would he kiss the same, or would he know what he's doing?
Small kisses trail down the side of his chin, following the trail of saliva until it reaches Kinich's neck. Lyney presses small, feather-light pecks to his collarbone as a free hand pulls his jacket to the side.
"Shh." Lyney moves back, pressing a finger from his free hand to Kinich's lips. He watches the boy beneath him through lidded eyes, adoring the way he looks incaged in Lyney's long, blonde hair. "I'm not finished yet~!" He hummed in a sing-song voice, a coy simper across his face.
Unfurling his hand, Lyney pressed the tips of his fingers to the shiny, wet lips before sliding both his ring and middle finger into Kinich's mouth. Once they reach a decent length inside, he parts them and circles around the awaiting tongue obeying his every move. They push against the sides of his mouth before coming together again and resting in the middle of Kinich's mouth. He presses down sliding the two fingers back and forth against Kinich's tongue, hitting the back of his throat and quickly triggering the mans gag reflexes.
Sputtering against the hand still in his mouth, Kinich releases a hand from the fabric and Lyney's side in favor of his wrist. Kinich tugs at the wrist, attempting to pull the fingers out of his mouth. He's successful, as Lyney removes them the moment he notices the discomfort in Kinich's face.
Lyney sits up, leaning back to rest on Kinich's thighs.
"Why don't we get you home." Kinich says it more like a statement than an offer, still holding onto Lyney's wrist. The croak in his voice switches something in Lyney, reminding him that he did this. He made Kinich sore in all the right ways. Kinich doesn't meet the eyes boring into him, the intense stare being too much for him to handle. He moves to stand up, but Lyney refuses to move. "Are you gonna get up or—" In a fit of annoyance, Kinich finally moves to look back at the blond man.
Sparkling tears shimmer against the bright streetlamp above them. Lyney's shuddering softly, his shoulders shaking and the hand Kinich has in his grasp falling limp. Casting his eyes down, Lyney starts whispering softly under his breath. "Sorry. I'm sorry for— for causing you pain. I didn't m— I didn't mean to hurt you." He shakes his head, tightening the hand in his lap. "I said I wouldn't— I wouldn't do it— hurt people—"
Kinich cuts off his small rant, using his free hand to tip Lyney's chin up and meet his gaze. "Lyney," he starts, wiping the tears spilling over and down the beautiful face cradled close in his hands, dragging smudges of eye makeup along with them, "I'm fine. It wasn't bad— it felt good if anything. I only stopped because we shouldn't be doing this in the skirt of someones front lawn while you're drunk."
The melancholy look in Lyney's eyes fades, but not completely. "I'm sorry, Kinich," he whispers quietly, voice trembling slightly still. "I don't wanna hurt you; I never do."
"Well you can prove that by getting me to my car and letting me go home." Kinich pushes Lyney back, giving himself enough room to stand up before pulling the no longer shaking boy up along beside him.
Lyney doesn't let go of Kinich's hand, stumbling behind on the sidewalk leading to the end of the block where the run-down car sat on the side of the road. They walk — Lyney more so staggers, but hasn't yet tripped — down to the car, stopping in front of the passenger door as Kinich releases their hands.
A small whine escapes Lyney, his small complaint at the missing warmth against his palm. He steps closer when Kinich opens the door for him, inviting Lyney inside. Instead of calmly sitting down, Lyney throws himself at the seat, leaning his head back against the passenger seat and slowly sliding down to the flooring of the car.
Sighing, Kinich moves over to slide Lyney back up. He reaches to the side to find the seatbelt before shoving it in Lyney's hands. "You—" he points his finger to emphasize the point "—need to do something for yourself." Just as he turns around to walk to the other side of the car, he hears Lyney let go of the clip in his hand and hit the side of the door that has yet to be shut.
"Do it for me," Lyney commands in a monotone voice.
"Fine, but only 'cause you're drunk and can't do shit for yourself right now." Kinich spun around, grabbing the seatbelt and leaning into the car. He pushes a hand down on Lyney's chest, forcing the boy into his seat.
Lyney lets out a small huff as his back digs into the cushioning. The hot air brushes against Kinich as he leans over. He can feel the eyes trained on his face, but he doesn't dare look at them.
A small click indicates that Lyney's all settled, but before Kinich can lean back, he feels a warm and surprisingly familiar peck against the side of his face. The small press leaves a sticky residue from Lyney's lip gloss clinging to his skin. It matches almost perfectly with the little bit of gloss around his lips that had been smudged from their previous activities.
Kinich turns his head, leaning in closely to Lyney. He doesn't break his lidded gaze with the stunned boy until he leans in, pressing a soft, fleeting kiss to the boy beside him. They slowly part, opening their eyes once again to watch closely at the others' reaction.
Opposing Kinich's calm expression, Lyney looks downright astonished. The warm lighting from the roof of the car illuminates the fluffy bangs of his hair, covering over his eyes which had been blown wide from surprise. What he's surprised about exactly, Kinich has no idea.
"Kiss me again," Lyney requests, watching him duck out of the car and turn to shut the door.
"No." The slam of the door shakes the car as Kinich walks around to the drivers side. He slides into the seat beside Lyney, starting up the car and backing out of his previous parking spot. One hand lays the seatbelt over him as the car slowly rolls down the street.
As they turn out onto the main road, Lyney leaned over to the side in an attempt to rest against Kinich, before being thrown back to "his side" of the car.
"I'm driving," Kinich reasoned as he kept his eyes on the road, sparing quick glances back to make sure the boy beside him was alive and well. He let out a small yelp as a cold hand rested lightly on his thigh, slim fingers curling around the inside of his leg.
Surprisingly, instead of trying anything, Lyney simply swiped his thumb back and forth, gently caressing the side of Kinich's leg. Sighing, Lyney dropped his head against the band of the seatbelt just above his shoulder, adding a slight bit of stability to his neck when he eventually fell asleep.
Kinich smiled gently as he heard the light breaths from Lyney begin to even out, falling into a deep rhythm.
Although he'd barely talked to Lyney, Kinich was glad to see he was getting sleep. Drinking large amounts of alcohol can take a toll on someone who drinks so little often.
It was around half way through the drive when Kinich remembered that he has absolutely no idea where Lyney lives. Sure, they knew each other quite well — sat together in a handful of classes, study together sometimes, partner up from projects, and even engage in useless small talk — but that didn't change the fact that Kinich wasn't exactly close enough with him to know where his house is.
After around 10 minutes of texting different people that might know Lyney's address, Kinich either came up with no reply or a useless "I dunno." Kinich tossed his phone onto the dashboard with a sigh. He had half a mind to wake up Lyney and just ask for his address straight from the man himself, but at the same time, he didn't want to wake the poor guy.
Kinich checked the time on his phone again, lowering the volume of his music simultaneously, not wanting to wake up Lyney with his music. "2:48 am" flashed dimly across the top of his screen. He'd been in the car for almost 15 minutes, contemplating on a course of action. Sure Kinich could just ring someone who wasn't picking up, but if they were trying to sleep or dealing with something more important, he didn't want to interrupt them.
This late into the night, Kinich guessed his dad was likely passed out somewhere in the house, or still out on the town gambling his life savings away or drinking to his hearts content. That paired with his younger brother following in suit — fast asleep in his room or playing video games on the television in their living room — could give Kinich the perfect opening to slip Lyney into the safe of his room.
The car sputtered slightly as he pulled out of the empty parking lot Kinich used to wait for either an address or a solution to his problem.
Beside him, Lyney shifted in his sleep, lolling his head to the other side and mumbling something soft under his breath. Drunken, bubbly giggles followed the quiet one-man conversation along with a slight tighten on his vague grip on Kinich's thigh. Lyney unconsciously begins rubbing tender circles into the inside of his legs, sending small shivers up Kinich's spine as he tries to settle down in his seat and get comfortable again.
Thankfully, Kinich's house isn't too far from Yelan's, so the drive only takes a few minutes from the parking lot to his neighborhood. Lo and behold, as they pull up to the small, beaten house, the driveway is completely empty save for a hose towards the gate leading to their backyard.
Kinich huffs out a tiny puff of victory as they pull into the spot his dad usually takes. Later he'll have to move the car to the street, but this spot makes it much easier to drag Lyney to the house.
Turning the car off and taking the key out of the ignition, Kinich gently shakes the hand on his leg. "Lyney, get up," he whispers, stuffing his phone in his pocket. "I'm not carrying you all the way up to my room."
Groaning, Lyney tips forward, resting his head on his knees and turning his hand up to grab onto Kinich's hand. "Mmm…" is as much of a response as Kinich expects he's going to get, so he releases the limp hand in his grasp and walks around to the passenger side of the car.
"Lyney," his voice sounds much more stern, conflicting his gentle touches as he leans Lyney back into a sitting position and leans over to unclip him from the car. "I'm gonna need you to get up."
Again, the drunk man only groans in response, but this time he opens his eyes; only half way, but it's a start. The moment his cloudy eyes find Kinich, a wide grin stretches across his face.
"Hi 'retty." His words slur together, almost becoming one, showing just how drunk he is. He laughs again, leaning into Kinich's hold as they slide out of the car.
He shuts the door behind them, guiding Lyney to the front porch. It takes a moment for them to get into house, waiting for Kinich as he fumbles with the keys and almost drops them twice.
The door swung open, revealing a small boy sitting on the couch facing the wall on the right side of the door. Cold air blew through, rustling his hair and snapping him from his trance on the TV.
"What the fuck, Kinich?!" The boy with yellow and green hair slammed his controller on the cushion in favor of wrapping his hands around his bare arms. "It's fucking freezing, shut the door!"
Kinich sighed, helping Lyney through the doorway and settling him down on the couch beside the short boy. "Ajaw, can you please cooperate with me for once?" he begged, sitting down in front of Lyney to help take off his boots. "Lyney had a rough time tonight, he'll be gone by tomorrow. I just need you to cover for me to dad this one time." He struggles to unzip the sides of his platforms with the way Lyney gently runs his hand through Kinich's fluffed up hair.
"It wasn' hard times…" Lyney mumbled with a smile on his face. "Nichi finally kissed me….!" A small round of drunken giggles bubbled up and he tugged a little on Kinich's hair.
Kinich sighed and shook his head, blush creeping up his face no matter how badly he tried to suppress it. "Nothing of that sort happened," he denied. "Just ignore him; he's drunk."
Smirking, Ajaw used this as the time to poke and prod at his brother. "Oooo~ Kinich got a boyfriend!"
Beside him, Kinich swatted at his knee as red burned onto his face. "Shut it," he quipped.
Quickly, the topic diverted as Ajaw pressed further. "What happened that was so bad you need to keep someone in our house." Ajaw picks up the controller and presses play on his game, seemingly multitasking a conversation and his video game. "You know this isn't a good place for that."
"Yes, but he has nowhere else to go and I didn't want to just leave him with someone else." He picked up the boots and moved them next to the door, placing his own shoes beside them.
"And why are you so entitled to "saving" this poor damsel in distress?" Ajaw pushed for answers, gaze not straying far from his game.
"Ajaw, just stay out of it," Kinich huffed, grabbing a hold of Lyney's arm and hoisting the man off the couch. "If dad comes home, tell him I was out studying with Albedo again. I'll handle any questions on Lyney."
As the two of them stumbled up the staircase, Kinich swore he could hear Ajaw cursing under his breath, muttering something about how he "can't wait until Kinich moves out." Something fragile in Kinich shattered a little at that thought. He'd spent so much to protect his little brother; he'd stayed in this horrible household simply because he was worried Ajaw would start taking all the hits the moment he moved out. Whether Ajaw prayed to the Archons above or wished quietly in his head that his older brother would leave, Kinich had sworn he would protect Ajaw until his last breath, and that's what he plans to do.
That means, making sure Kinich takes all the blame if he gets caught in his lie. If he's gonna try and take care of Lyney throughout the night, he's gonna need to do this as quickly and quietly as possible.
"Lyney," Kinich whispered, turning the corner and walking a short way down the hall and turning into the first door on the left. "Do you think you can stand properly on your own?"
He strained his ears only to hear a faint hum from Lyney. The drunkard obviously wasn't thinking about it, too lost in his own world to form coherent thoughts. "Tired… 'on't wanna." He began to pout, leaning over to his right, putting more weight on Kinich than before.
"I know you don't want to, but I'm not letting you sleep in my bed without a shower," Kinich reasoned, flicking on the dimmer light switch to the bathroom. "Especially after you were rolling around in dirt earlier." He unlooped his arm from under Lyney and left him to lean against the counter for support. "Would you prefer a shower or a bath?" he questioned, pulling down the soaps from the tall shelf to a more accessible reach.
"'leep.." Lyney leaned his head back and closed his eyes, hitting the mirror gently with a thunk.
"I'll turn on the water for a bath, you can undress and step in while I grab you a change of clothes." Kinich turned the water on, waiting with a hand underneath for a moment before determining the temperature was suitable and plugged the drain. He stood up, slipping past Lyney and through the door. Since there was no one else home, Kinich was free to yell across the house to Ajaw if needed, and so that's just what he did. "Ajaw!" He yelled, calling for the boy to join him from wherever he was in the house.
Small footsteps padded up the stairs and down the hallway before stopping at Kinich's door. Soon after, a small head of yellow hair poked into his room. "What?" His voice was salty, but Kinich knew he wasn't exactly mad.
"Can you do me a favor." It was more of a statement than a question. "When dad gets home, I need you to let me know the moment you see his car pull in." He began surfing through his drawers, pulling out a small pile of clothes for an uncoordinated outfit. "If I haven't told you otherwise, you need to keep him distracted for as long as possible without causing another outburst."
Ajaw grinned, holding out a waiting hand palm up.
"What?" Kinich huddled the clothed into a ball and held them close in his arms.
"Pay me," Ajaw demanded. "I'm not doing this for free."
Kinich sighed. This boy really was going to run him dry of his money. "I'll pay you later, I promise. I don't have the time right now." He stood up, moving to walk out of the door.
The two of them walked down the hall, Ajaw swaying from side to side as he played line leader. "Dad said he's coming back "tomorrow morning."" He held up air quotes around "tomorrow morning." "That means he'll probably be back around 6:00 to 11:30-ish. You should be fine if you let your little boyfriend sleep for a while and leave before noon. He'll be sleeping by the time magician boy wakes up."
"Thank you." Kinich paused in front of the door, bowing gently to his younger brother to show his gratitude. The sharp and usually condemning tone finally dropped and replaced with the gentleness a mother would have with their child.
"An eye for an eye." Ajaw shrugs, sliding past and hopping down the stairs.
"I'm not sure that's how you use that phrase…" Kinich turned to crack open the door. Low lighting from the yellow-tinted light above their mirror seeped into the dark hallway. "How's it going?"
When he doesn't get a response, Kinich opens the door wider, sticking his head in to peek at Lyney who was leaning with his back against the counter and his head tilted back. He obviously wasn't asleep, that being too uncomfortable of a position to fall asleep in, but he was defiantly close.
"Lyney." Kinich's voice was sharper and more demanding as he opened the door fully, knocking the door into his knees and forcing him to falter slightly.
His head snapped up, one eye slowly opening to look at him as he rubbed the other aggressively. He mumbled something incoherent, likely a protest to the interruption, and dropped his hand.
"Why aren't you undressed?" Kinich sighed, setting the folded bundle of clothes on the counter next to the sink and stepping into the room. He closed the door behind him, trapping the heat in the room as he locked the door.
One quick glance at the bathtub let him know now was probably a good idea to stop the water. He could turn it back on when Lyney's ready and fill it the rest of the way so the water would be warmer for him anyways.
"You," he jabbed a finger at Lyney's chest, "unbutton your cape-thingy. I'll help in a moment." He turns around and steps away, kneeling down to turn off the running water momentarily. When he looks back, Lyney hasn't moved one bit.
"Lyney." He's honestly getting kinda tired of saying his name so sternly. Maybe, if the man would do one thing right, Kinich wouldn't have to be so strict all the time.
"Ti~red," Lyney whined, flopping his head back and squeezing his eyes shut.
"Doesn't matter," Kinich dismissed. "If you wanna sleep anywhere other than the floor, you're taking a bath." He stood up, taking one step to stand in front of Lyney. "What I will do though, is help you most of the way."
Lyney tips his head forward again, smiling in joy. "'ank you.." he mumbled.
Cold hands wrapped around the small metal button, unclasping the black, cape-like capelet and letting it fall from his shoulders. Kinich gathers the fabric in his hands and gently bunches it together into a small roll and rests it on the counter next to the new clothes.
He next focuses on the red flowy button-up shirt, slowly undoing the top few buttons. Before he could get any further, a pair of strong hands gripped his wrists, stopping him from continuing.
"Can I continue…?" Kinich asked cautiously. He didn't want to invade anyone's privacy, especially in this matter, but he still wasn't enthusiastic about another road blocker. He just wanted to go to sleep at this point.
Lyney shook his head aggressively, making a small "Mm-mm" as he did so.
"May I ask why, then?" Kinich loosened his grip on the button, but couldn't let go until Lyney released his hands first.
"Not…" Lyney's voice dropped to a whisper, barely audible even after the water had been turned off. "Don't wanna..."
Alternative solutions ran through Kinich's mind, most of them not working well with their short time schedule or being too difficult to explain or achieve with a drunk person. The only one he believed would work, involved a large amount of trust. "If I left while you finished undressing and got in the bath, would you be okay with that?"
Hesitantly, Lyney nodded in agreement. "Yeah…"
"Am I allowed to come back, or do you want me to show you where things are before I go?" Kinich stepped back, reaching towards the door handle.
"You can…" Lyney paused. The size of the room didn't help much as he lifted himself off of the counter and leaned towards Kinich to rest his head against his chest. Lyney tucked his head under Kinich's, listening to the soft beat of his heart.
"Are you sure?" Kinich questioned. He softly rested a hand in Lyney's crusted hair, sealed in place with so much hairspray that it made his hand slick from product just by running it over the helmet-like hair. Odd, he thought to himself. His hair was fluffy earlier in the night…
"Mhm." Lyney nodded his head, his movements slowed from drowsiness. "Or I'll fall asleep in the water." He huffed a laugh at his sore attempt at a joke.
Kinich gently lifted Lyney off of him, moving to step outside. Before shutting the door, he took a quick glance back at Lyney. "I'm gonna go check on Ajaw. I'll be right outside this door once I'm back. Just call me if you need me." With that, he shut the door and turned down the hallway. He didn't get half-way down the stairs before Ajaw noticed his presence.
"He's not home yet," he assured, "if you were wondering. You're good right now." Ajaw paused his game, turning to watch as Kinich drifted into the kitchen, dashing around from place to place with little noise.
"Thank you," Kinich whispered, setting an empty cup on the counter.
Ajaw sighed, standing up to lean on the side of the kitchen island. "Yeah, you said that already." He hopped up to one of the island counter stools and slammed his arms on the counter.
The ice machine in their fridge made a loud humming noise as Kinich took out a handful and dumped it into his plastic, clear cup.
"So…" A grin adorned Ajaw's face as he leaned over the counter. "Is that the guy?" He questioned.
Instantly, Kinich put up all his defenses, head snapping to look at Ajaw behind him. "What guy?"
"Ya' know, the guy!" Ajaw kept his answers cryptic as his own way of teasing his brother. "The one your emo band always teases you about."
"You eavesdrop on my conversations?!" Kinich attempted to divert the conversation.
"You guys talk loud…" Ajaw was most obviously lying, but Furina is known to be naturally loud. Maybe it's the theater kid in her. "Not the point! Is he your secret lover-boy or not?"
Kinich held the cup under the sink faucet again, turning away to fill it with water. "And you're okay with that…?" He asked quietly, barely a whisper. It was almost like he was touching uncharted territory without permission, speaking quietly as to not get caught.
"Well, I wouldn't have gone for him personally." Ajaw complained. "Your other friend Scaramouche is much hotter and cooler—"
"Not that," Kinich interrupted. "I mean— Are you okay with me being gay?" He cut straight to the point. The water reached the top of the cup, threatening to overflow as Kinich moved it out from under the faucet.
Ajaw went silent, and for a moment Kinich feared he'd said the wrong thing and his bratty younger brother would rat him out to their dad, getting him kicked out of his house and leaving him unable to protect Ajaw anymore—
"Yeah, no, I don't really care." Ajaw hopped off the stool, swinging himself around the table and throwing the fridge door open. "But was that flamboyant fa—"
"You can't say that," Kinich corrected before the word could leave Ajaw's mouth.
"Maybe I can and you just don't know." He grabbed a small container of left-over mac and cheese Kinich made for them the other night and slid it across the counter. "But seriously, is he the guy you guys always talk about?"
Kinich was still partially stunned, getting heavy whiplash from the sudden shift in topics. "Uhm… Yeah— Yeah, he is."
"Well, if you guys are gonna do anything, make sure to keep it down—"
"I'm gonna go help Lyney." Kinich swiped the cup of water off the counter, turning to rush up the stairs. "And don't you dare breathe a word of this to dad." He spun around, locking eyes with Ajaw for a moment before continuing up the steps.
"Fiiine…" Ajaw sighed, though it was more of a way to humor Kinich than be honest. Either way, he wouldn't out Kinich to anyone.
Knocking gently on the door, Kinich waited for a reply before entering. Lyney soon made a small sound of permission, and Kinich gently opened the door to the room.
Lyney was sitting in the water with his knees curled up to his chest, his arms wrapped around his legs. At the sound of the door opening, he turned his head towards Kinich as he was sitting with his back to the rest of the room.
"Hey…" Kinich slowly stepped into the room, setting the cup of water on the counter next to the sink. "Are you doing okay?" After shutting the door, he made his way to the side of the tub, kneeling down to reach eye level with Lyney.
"Mhm…" Lyney nodded his head, closing his eyes and resting his head back on his knees again. He didn't speak for a moment, simply watching as Kinich turned on the faucet again, adding more warmer water into the small pool of water he was sitting in. The water rose from his waist to reach just below his shoulders. "Can you wash my hair…?" His mumbles were drowned out by the loud noise of the running water.
Stopping the water once it reached a decent point, Kinich leaned in to hear him better. "Could you repeat that?"
"You." Lyney lifted his head, jabbing a finger at Kinich's chest, leaving a wet dot on his suit jacket. "Wash my hair." He pointed at his hair, pulling up a few strands and dropping them all at once.
"I'll do it, if you wash off while I get changed," reasoned Kinich. "Deal?"
The bangs of his hair flopped around as Lyney nodded enthusiastically.
"Great," a small smile broke across Kinich's face at the sight of how eager he was. "Here's the soap," he grabbed down a bottle of body wash and set it on the sil of the tub between them. "I'll be right back."
Lyney watched as Kinich stood up, turning to the door and stepping out with one swift move. The moment the door shut, he released the tight grip around his arms that were locking his knees in place. The water swished around him as he dropped his legs, letting his hands rest in his lap under the water.
He sat for a moment, staring blankly at the water as it settled down. Sure, he was glad Kinich didn't notice how… different he was. Though, at the same time, Lyney wishes he'd point it out; start a conversation and get it all over at once. Ignoring it felt like denial.
But alas, Lyney's not gonna be the one to bring it up so he'll just have to wait.
It only took a few quick minutes to fully wash himself, taking a little more time than expected due to the weight of intoxication dragging him down.
Kinich opened the door again, slipping into the room with ease. He'd changed into a plain black hoodie and plaid, green and black pajama pants. Lyney would be lying if he said Kinich didn't look good, even in this. He'd brushed his hair, letting the small braids loose and leaving the strands with a wavy curl.
"You done yet?" Kinich grabbed down the shampoo from a shelf cluttered with soaps, making sure he didn't look too long or hard at the boy beneath him.
"Mm," Lyney mumbled, closing the body wash bottle.
A gentle smile formed across Kinich's face. "Good." He folded a towel on the floor next to the tub, sitting down directly behind Lyney. "Can you wet your hair for me?"
"But I don't wanna tip under…" Lyney worried.
Kinich set a gentle hand on his shoulder, rubbing circles into his collarbone. "I'm right here. I'll pull you back up if you need me to."
Nodding, Lyney took in a deep breath before hesitantly dipping his head underwater for a good three seconds. He snapped his head back up, splashing small drops of water at Kinich as he did so.
Kinich ignored the water sprayed at him, instead pooling a handful of soap in his hand. He lathered the shampoo over the crusted layer of hairspray that already began to crack with all the heat and water directed at it. Soon after rubbing at it for a while, the solid block of hair slowly broke apart, falling into individual strands. Luckily, the front of Lyney's hair wasn't so heavily stuck together with hairspray, leaving less work for Kinich.
After a long moment of Kinich gently tracing circles in the now softened hair, Lyney slowly leaned back, resting his head against the sill of the tub.
"Be careful," Kinich warned jokingly. "Don't want you falling asleep in the water."
"'m not," Lyney whispered, too focused on the pleasant feeling of Kinich's hands on his scalp.
The sound of soap bubbling as it mixed with the water filled the room, taking place of a conversation that they could be having, but don't really want to at the moment. Kinich thread his fingers through Lyney's hair that was previously sealed together with so much product it was like holding a brick on his head. Thankfully, instead of pulling or tugging at any knots, the hair seemed to have separated enough for him to run through it without too much of a hassle.
They spent another few minutes washing up Lyney's hair, softly rubbing at the scalp below the fluffy hair, before Kinich decided it was time for them to wrap it up and head off to sleep.
It was almost 3:30 in the morning and they were both so tired.
Lyney had napped in the car for almost twenty minutes, almost fallen asleep in the water almost three times, and continuously has these highs and lows of awareness. Example: he was completely out of it, lost in the feeling of kissing Kinich for what felt like hours before snapping out of his pleasure high and sobbing on the ground. Almost immediately afterwards though he was back up on his feet and giggling about nothing until he passed out and started the loop over again once he awoke.
And Kinich was just tired. He just wanted to sleep in his comfortable bed, even though he couldn't and is probably gonna have to give it up for Lyney. Though, he'd rather prioritize the comfort of others over his own. Especially when they're in such an intoxicated state.
"Do you think you'll be able to handle yourself properly while drying off and getting dressed?" Kinich was putting away the bottles of soap and hand towel he'd lent Lyney to wash off with, folding the towels on the floor and hanging them on the rack behind the door.
Instead of giving a verbal reply, Lyney drowsily nodded his head, washing out the rest of the shampoo from his hair.
Setting the last bottle on the shelf, Kinich nodded towards him and stood by the door. "Good. Your clothes are right here," he patted the pile of pajamas on the counter next to the cup of water and sink. "I'll be in my room setting up our sleeping arrangements. Just call me if you need me."
With that, Kinich turned around and left the room, gently closing the door behind him.
His footsteps echoed through the empty hall as he stumbled down the stairs.
"He's not home yet." Ajaw knew what his worried brother was going to ask. He closed his video game, shutting off the console and TV completely.
Kinich sighed in relief. "Thank you." He watched as Ajaw cleaned up after himself. A small part of Kinich shone with pride, glad to see his younger brother taking care of himself. He was the one who'd been raising the young boy after all, teaching him all he knows. It's nice seeing his work pay off. "Are you going to bed?"
"Yup," Ajaw confirmed. "Not until after you're settled, but I'm probably gonna sit by the window in my room until you give me the okay."
That small gesture of care made Kinich smile internally. Even with everything hateful that Ajaw loved to complain about, he still showed he genuinely cared. "Thank you." Kinich nodded, watching as Ajaw ran up the stairs and back to his room.
Following behind in his footsteps, Kinich swung open the door to his own room, taking a good look at the clean room. Though, was it really clean if there wasn't any room for it to be messy in the first place?
He had a generic bed in the corner of his room, on the right beside his door the moment you walk in. On the left, pushed up against the walls next to his closet was a black dresser. There wasn't much atop it, only the basic hair-care products and a mirror tipped backwards to face the wall. Off on the corner of the dresser was a small box of makeup, mainly foundation, concealer, setting spray, and some powders. He doesn't know a second thing about makeup, but after hearing about Lyney's love for it, he's humored the thought of it more than once. Maybe one day he'll be able to ask for Lyney's help on doing his own. But now's not quite the time for that.
In an attempt to make his bed look much more enticing, Kinich ruffles up his comforter and re-tosses the soft blankets he had thrown on the edge of his bed over everything, adding a nice and fluffy layer that looked much more comfortable than before. He fluffs up the pillows, throwing them on the bed again and again before turning back to his desk at the foot of his bed.
Kinich ducks under his desk in the far back right corner of the room. The window above his desk stayed shut, blinds pulled closed almost the entirety of fall through spring, only opening on hot summer days.
Pulling out a giant container, he pops open the lid. Originally, he'd expected to see the backup blanket, comforter, and pillow in the box, but instead he was greeted with an empty void staring back at him.
He'd lent his backups to Scaramouche just a few days ago, and had yet to get them back. Though, Scaramouche was still couch-surfing every here and there before he can officially move in with his boyfriend and his brother (who acted and is treated like their own child at this point with how much they care for him), so he likely needs it more than Kinich at the moment.
Slowly, he slides the box back under the desk, turning to look at his bed. It was probably big enough for the two of them, but Kinich didn't want to take up more space than he should be. After all, him and Lyney haven't even spent the night together before.
The floor's comfortable enough. He'll likely be able to find refuge on the rough carpet if he's tired enough… Right…?
He's snapped out of his trance as the sound of the bathroom door opening echoed through his open door. Kinich swiftly stands up, moving to the hallway and meeting Lyney halfway down the hall.
"'nich…" Lyney rests his head on the taller mans chest, looking up at him with lidded eyes clouded with a tired haze. It's so obvious sleep is actively dragging him down, calling his name as he falls limp in Kinich's arms.
As Lyney brought a hand up to hold Kinich's face, the sleeve of his hoodie fell over the palm of his hands, and it looked adorable. Kinich watched the way the sweater he'd lent the boy hung large over his smaller stature. Yes, they were very close in size, but Lyney was noticeably shorter without platforms or heals on. He'd not quite taken that into account when lending his clothes over, but Lyney didn't seem to mind the baggy style. In fact, to Kinich, he seemed to embrace it, snuggling into the hood of the black and red sweater.
Even though Kinich wanted to stay here and watch Lyney for hours and hours, he knew they both needed to sleep; one more than the other.
He slowly dragged them to his bedroom, refusing to turn on any lights and only using the light from the moon that now shone through a window at the end of the hall to guide them.
"You can take my bed," Kinich offered, stopping in front of his bedside table.
Lyney stumbled slightly as he tried to crawl into the ruffles of comforters and blankets piled together in an attempt to make anything look slightly more cozy. He flopped against the mattress, closing his eyes the moment his head hit the pillows.
A calm, serene expression melted across his face the longer Lyney laid in an actual bed for the first time in over twelve hours. Kinich brought a hand up to cover him with a blanket, trying to add something to the snug look before he'd turn to the carpet once again.
He's about to pull away, move to Ajaw's room and let his little brother know he can go to bed as well and then try to fall asleep himself on the carpet beside his bed, when a hand gently grasps onto his wrist.
Lyney tugs on his arm, eyes open once again, but just barely. "Stay…" he whispers, his plea barely heard even without any background noise.
"I need to talk to Ajaw first," Kinich responds, looking down at the feather-light hold Lyney had on his hand.
Another tug to his arm. "You'll come back?"
Kinich pauses for a moment, pondering. Is Lyney inviting him to sleep with him? Sure, it doesn't sound so out of the blue considering the events prior to this, but Kinich didn't want to overstep his boundaries. Maybe Lyney was simply saying something like this just to be nice, or because he was tired. A nice, long rest in his own bed sounds wonderful, but Kinich isn't sure if it's such a good idea at the moment.
"Please?" Lyney presses a soft kiss to Kinich's knuckles, and Kinich can't take it anymore. He's too tired to overthink this shit. If Lyney's gonna invite him to cuddle, then fuck it, he'll accept.
"Let me talk to Ajaw." Kinich gently retracts his hand, taking a quick trip to Ajaw's room to drop in, letting Ajaw know he's also going to sleep now.
At the sound of his door opening, Ajaw jumps up from the window, rushing to his own bed. "Thank Archons! I was getting so tired just sitting there doing nothing." He complains, rustling the blankets up to his chin and tossing over to face the wall. "Shut the door on your way out," the boy commands, attempting to end their one-sided interaction.
Instead of listening to the boys request, Kinich lingered by the door, watching as Ajaw tossed the powered down switch off over his bed, landing perfectly on a fallen squishmellow at the foot of the bed.
"Do you… need something?" He questioned, flipping over to watch Kinich walk to the foot of his bed, picking up a bright green, fluffy throw blanket. "Hey! That's mine!" Ajaw whined, sitting up to grab at the blanket.
Kinich held the blanket back out of his reach, using a free hand to hold Ajaw's smaller hands together. "No, you took it from my room the other day and I need a blanket to sleep."
"This isn't fair!" Ajaw threw himself back into his bed again, pulling the blankets over his head and signaling the conversation was over on his end.
With that, Kinich wrapped the blanket around his arms and headed for the door. "Good night, Ajaw."
Though he received no response, Kinich didn't wait for one. Instead, he gently shut the door, making the small walk back to his room quietly.
His room was almost pitch black, save for the gentle light of the moon seeping through the sides of his curtains with how high it is in the sky so early in the morning. Luckily, Kinich was used to the layout of his room well enough that he could remember where his bed was, even without the little light to guide him.
Lyney had since been reduced to a small lump of blankets on the bed, nothing indicating he was even there except the small rise and fall of his breathing beneath the blankets.
Huffing out a small laugh, Kinich moved to the pile, gently resting a hand atop what he believed to be Lyney's shoulder. "I'm back, Lyney," he whispered. He slid the green blanket around his shoulders over the pile of blankets, hoping to add a little more warmth to his really cold room. Without another word, he tried his very best to fit onto the small sliver of the bed Lyney left open for him. Sure, it wasn't comfortable, but it was better than sleeping on the floor.
After a short pause, Lyney flipped the blankets off his head and turned around, grabbing Kinich's waist with both hands and dragging him under the covers in one smooth motion. He had barely enough time to process what was going on, before Lyney dug his face into Kinich's shoulder and pulled him close, latching his teeth onto Kinich's exposed collarbone like a teething child with their blanket.
Though, Kinich didn't stop him, letting the boy sleep comfortably since he wasn't actually harming Kinich. Instead, he threaded one hand through Lyney's slightly damp hair, rubbing gentle circles onto his scalp and wrapping his other hand around Lyney's protectively.
He let the soft sounds of Lyney breathing and the warm feeling of his mouth faintly bite down every now and then calm Kinich. The blankets around them seemed to be added as an afterthought with how warm Lyney's embrace felt against the cold air of Kinich's room.
With the combination of Lyney's warm chest against Kinich's, arms loosely wrapped around his waist, and subtle puffs of breath against his collarbone, Kinich let the slow but strong drag of sleep overcome him, leaving all other problems that Lyney might cause for tomorrow. Whether it be the way his father reacts to a boy in his bed, or how they want to deal with their relationship, Kinich simply wants to lay peacefully in Lyney's arms for as long as fate lets him.