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It was afternoon and Andrew was working on his game in the apartment, he was home alone since Ivan went to buy groceries.
Andrew took a break for a moment or so since his hand was getting tired from typing scripts all morning, it was getting annoying since there was always a typo, a bug or an auto correct by the computer, it infuriates him so bad.
He laid on the couch to maybe take a quick nap until the knob from the front door jiggled, muffled sounds of keys rambled from the outside, Ivan was home.
Andrew thought of opening the door for Ivan but the moment he sat up, the door flew open, revealing Ivan holding three grocery bags with one hand and Andrew inspected them.
A bag filled with food related stuff, another filled with bathroom related stuff, and the last bag, a bottle of vodka surrounded by bloxy cola.
Andrew stood up and headed to Ivan while he closed the door with his free hand.
I got this Andrew, no need to help
Ivan said as he headed to the kitchen table to place down the bags of groceries.
ah.. alright
go back to your scripting, so you could finish it quicker
just takin' a quick break that's all
alright.
After that quick word from Ivan, he organized the things he had bought, when he reached for the bottle, Andrew spoke up.
why'd you buy that?
While speaking Ivan was putting the drinks in the fridge.
wanted to try it out, haven't had alcohol for some time now
don't really drink much anymore
not forcing you to
sudden silence filled the room.
was just saying..
As Andrew said that sentence. Ivan was already heading out of the kitchen with the bag of bathroom stuff.
yeah i know, I'm just not forcing you to drink y'know.
ah of course..
Ivan disappeared to the hall as Andrew stood there, deciding to move to the couch or just, i don't know???
Andrew finally moved, and stepped to the couch as he threw himself there (NOT LITERALLY), as he closed his eyes to sleep for a bit...
Andrew woke up on his desk, before he could process anything, all he was doing was typing, and typing, and typing, while a gigantic hand cuffed him to the trestle of the desk as he continued to type scribbles of codes on his computer.
A giant axe approaches him from behind.
SMASH. The axe from the distance, bash to the floor.
SMASH. It's getting closer. The axe drew a line from colliding with the previous collision. Andrew sees himself from a second person point of view. Sweating, he struggles to get the cuffs off.
SMASH. The axe was behind him. By now Andrew has accepted his faith.
As the axe rose once more to bash onto the ground.
The axe swings downwards, and before it hits Andrew—
He woke up and sat up from pure panic, sweat covering him, his breathing uneven.
As he looks around to seek something to—at least calm him down, he spots Ivan in the kitchen scavenging in the fridge. Wait—what time is it?
He took his phone from the coffee table to check the time.
7:51 pm... shit. slept from 3 to quarter to 8. sigh who cares though, probably Ivan.. meh.
Andrew said to himself.
Ivan took the Vodka bottle and turned to face the table so he could place it there. While doing so, he noticed Andrew sitting up while looking down.
Andrew. What are you doing, did you just wake up.
Andrew perked up to look at Ivan
ah! Yeah, I did. Just—checking time.
An abrupt moment of silence filled the room as Ivan continued what he was doing.
Ivan sat down on the chair beside the table ; he poured vodka on a glass.
are you really gonna drink that much? I know that your tolerance isn't that high.
I can manage..
alright.
With that, Ivan chugged a cup full of alcohol.
Ivan—don't rush it.
Ivan already feels drowsy as he places the cup down along with his hand to rest at the table and he uses the other with the back of his hand to wipe his mouth.
I'm—hnn—fine.
really huh..?
don't underestimate me hic Andrew.
Sigh. Okay. Just—don't over do it.
Concerned for his friend, he can't do anything about it, with Ivan's ego being higher than his ; he laid back down, he closed his eyes once again for a few minutes. As he opens his eyes, he sees Ivan standing in front of him.
WHAT THE FUCK—Ivan! You scared the shit out of me!
Ivan didn't reply, dread gushing inside of Andrew.
Ivan? Ivan! ; Are you drunk...
m-me? Drunk..? I-I don't know... hic Andrew...
Andrew thought to himself oh my god, he's drunk—
Sigh. I told you! Not to drink too much.
I didn't. What did I even hicdrink? Andrew shut up.
Andrew let out an annoyed groan as he sat up to look over the kitchen just to see a three-quarters of the bottle empty.
Panic filled over Andrew.
YOU DRANK MOST OF IT???
You're being too hic loud.
YOU TELL ME—You drank. Most of the fucking alcohol.
sybau Andrew. I'm not hic drink
Andrew just looks at Ivan dumbfounded. As he laid back down on the couch ; what could he do? Ivan's drunk. That's it. He can't do anything, maybe guide Ivan to his bedroom so he could sleep early.
He stood up and walked in front of Ivan, grabbed his hand and led him to his bedroom.
where am I going, hic Andrew let me go.
we're going to your bedroom, so you can sleep. Make the drowsiness go away.
They've arrived in Ivan's bedroom, all arranged like always.
lay down Ivan
no, you're not hic you're not the boss of me.
Andrew sat on the side of the bed and hit the middle, gesturing to lay down.
just lay down..
Ivan kneeled and wrapped his hands around Andrew's legs.
Ivan—what are you doing! Just lay down!
I don't hic I don't wanna...
Andrew just looked at Ivan, already surrendering.
ok. Ok..
Ivan puts his head down on Andrew's lap, Andrew letting him as he takes off the visor that Ivan wears and puts it by the foot side of the bed then he strokes Ivan's head.
They stayed there for like a minute or so.
As then, Ivan looked up at Andrew.
don't leave ok..
of course... Ivan. I won't 'till you fall asleep..
then i never want to sleep.
that's not what i meant.. sigh
...
sleep with me Andrew.
Andrew, a bit shocked and flustered at that comment, a bit guilty that he thought of being intimate.
like, besides you. Right?
spend the night with me Andrew..
Andrew has confirmed that it was the intimate one! Wow! Ok what now.. panic? Or accept? Or decline, hmm..
A surge of heat gush into Andrew, flushed from the confirmation and the way he said it. He would've accepted.. maybe... If Ivan wasn't drunk.
Ivan.. we can't do that..
Ivan—already impatient, all was short lived while he was drunk, Andrew was in a pickle now, he wants to decline but accept as well. Andrew knows that this is wrong, cause Ivan wasn't a homosexual, he knows this, there were multiple occasions that Ivan would not be pleased when he sees a same sex relationship but insists he was ok with it.
Ivan stood up and grabbed both Andrews shoulders then he kissed him, eyes shut tightly, the kiss sent bolts in Andrews spine, he could taste the faint flavour of the alcohol.
Andrew gave in, wrapping both hands around Ivan's waist as he deepened the kiss. Ivan's hand switched his position from his shoulders to cupping both sides of Andrew's cheeks.
Ivan wanted more friction, he pushed the kiss more as they fell towards the bed, forcefully pushing his tongue in Andrew's mouth.
Andrew couldn't help but whimper at the sudden injection, the faint taste was stronger now, Andrew realises how far gone Ivan is by the taste of it, he wanted to push him off, or pull back. But there's a bed behind him, so he really can't lol.
Ivan broke the kiss to stand himself up above Andrew with both hands by the sides of Andrew's head. Both panting for air, an orange tint flushed over Andrews face, a darker shade of grey on Ivan.
Ivan...
Andrew... Can we. Can we fuck..
Andrew looked away, his face filled with culpability.
Andrew... Look at me..
we can't do that Ivan.. I'm sorry, but you're not aware of your surroundings.
please...
Ivan went down by Andrew's abdomen, as he wrapped his arms around his waist.
I'm begging here...
Andrews face flushed bright orange, his member getting erected.
Fuck. Fuck. FUCK. What do i do, he looks so fucking needy. It makes me want to but. Agh..
Andrew thought to himself.
...
... Promise me, you won't hate me after this?
Shut up and let's fuck. I need you, I want you.
Proceeds to pull Andrews pants down.
HOLY SHIT—W-wait! I wasn't ready!