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winedwords · 7 years ago

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Finn| Into Your Arms |Bálor

Title; Into Your Arms

Pairing; Finn Bálor/Reader

Word Count; 5523

Summary; If it’s just a game, then I like the way that we play.

Warnings; NSFW. Body painting leading to smut. Smut for smut’s sake. Here be no plot. Latex free.

A/N: repost from the old blog

If there was one thing I hated most about my chosen and beloved profession, it was cleaning my airbrush gun and brushes before each body painting session.

Cleanliness was next to godliness and I was practically divine, cleaning all the tools of my trade before and after each session. My back ached from being hunched over a sink for hours, my cuticles and palms dry and cracking from cleaning solution, and feet terribly sore from being on them all day. My thoroughness and attention to detail in every aspect of my career had served me well and had landed me my current position.

Makeup artists were a dime a dozen these days, with everyone with some cheap brushes, a neutral eyeshadow palette, and an iPhone claiming the title. It was a disservice to those of us who literally starved for the opportunity to assist more established artists, who had to decide between spending the money on purchasing items for the kit or paying rent. I put in my time and paid my dues, assisting and learning from award winning artists, landing small gigs that didn’t pay, to finally getting a contract for a television show and working a Fashion Week.

The WWE was just a new challenge.

I had joined the Glam Squad three months ago when one of their girls went on maternity leave and they were desperate for someone who was proficient in airbrush and body painting. I got along famously with the others, after a few days of initial awkwardness and tension. We had all cut our teeth in the industry and there is a certain degree of professional jealousy that taints every relationship, but this felt more like family. The camaraderie was there, it had to be, since we traveled like nomads across the world, never staying in one place too long.

I was the first one at the arena, and for good reason.

It was another pay per view, which meant I needed to be at the arena obscenely early to prepare for body painting.

I found the dressing room to be used for the artists easy enough, the gophers having gotten to the arena just before me and they had set up our stations. Now it was just myself, the soft sounds of a random Pandora station, and thoughts of my muse.

Finn Bálor.

He’d essentially given me free reign, after the first couple of sessions, with his body painting. He’d entrusted me with making him look badass and let my creativity run free. That feeling was addictive, especially after doing nothing but a smoky eye and flawless skin on women who were already flawless.

He though… he was perfection personified. Brilliant blue eyes, a wide smile, sharp jaw line, and what seemed to be negative body fat, every muscle sharply defined against his pale skin. He genuinely appeared to be carved out of marble and given his predilection for almost too tight tailored suits combined with his affectionate gestures for other male superstars, I had some questions about his preferences. Okay, some questions was an understatement, when in reality he could just have been living up to the reputation of being European.

I chuckled to myself and shook my head. Glancing back down, I realized I had been cleaning the same makeup sponge for a solid five minutes and the material was starting to shred. I made a face and grumbled, before pushing the now ruined egg shaped sponge into the trash can rather violently.

There was twenty dollars down the drain because I was busy thinking about my very possibly gay male fantasy.

“God fuckin’ damn it. I need to go buy more fuckin’ sponges.”

Someone cleared their throat behind me and I nearly jumped out of my skin, whirling around with a hand pressed to my heart to see the tall Irishman that had interrupted my thoughts. He was just standing there with his hands in his pockets, a silly grin on his face.

“Should I come back later?”

I frowned and shook my head. “No, no, it’s fine. What are you doing here? We don’t have to start painting until eleven.”

His grin pulled just a fraction wider and he glanced down at his phone. “Yeah, I have the paintin’ session at eleven, but it’s half past already. I apologize fer bein’ late.”

My mouth dropped into a perfect o, my brain working rapidly to try to recollect my schedule. “Oh shoot, I’m sorry, I lost track of time.”

Finn laughed, his face lighting up. “Oh no, darlin’ it’s fine. It’s m'fault for bein’ late and ye seemed pretty absorbed in cleanin’ yer brushes.”

I waved off his words, already beginning to arrange the alcohol based body paints on the table that would serve as my work station.

“It’s all okay Finn. I was just about ready for you anyway. You know the drill.”

Finn chuckled and unzipped his hooded sweartshirt to reveal his bare, broad chest. My mouth went dry and I had to look away quickly with a cough, grabbing at my brush belt, nearly knocking over my carefully arranged set up.

Finn’s expression was simultaneously amused and unreadable, the flicker of heat that I caught on his face making me feel suddenly self conscious. As quick as it had appeared, it was gone, leaving me to think it was just a figment of my imagination. My face flushed as he pulled his sweats low enough to be dangerous, the smooth flesh of his pelvis exposed to my suddenly too hungry eyes.

I gave the barest shake of my head, trying to clear out the rapidly forming unprofessional thoughts. As the tall Irishman was sorting himself out and getting comfortable for the hours long painting session, I pulled my hair up into a sloppy ponytail to get it out of my face. I was fussing with the spray bottles of alcohol and strapping on my brush belt, the weight of his eyes on me the entire time.

I was dressed almost too comfortably to be professional, hastily applied makeup that had been put on in a compact, and my hair, though now in a ponytail, was only finger combed this morning. A quick glance in one of the mirrors along the wall had let me know that there was nothing out of the ordinary on my face. What could he possibly be looking at?

The possibility that he was looking at me flitted across my mind, but I dismissed that thought as soon as it had come. I was being ridiculous. Even if he was straight, there was no way he would look in my direction. We were surrounded day in and day out by ridiculously beautiful women, let alone the women who hung around after the shows and in the hotel lobbies who were hoping to warm the talent’s bed for the night. Finn was sweet and well mannered, but an incorrigible flirt if the rumors about Japan were true.

I sprayed a large fan brush with alcohol and swirled over the black cream makeup, before turning to face Finn. I don’t know why I had a slight tremor in my hands or why every nerve ending in my body was on edge. I had done this exact same process with Finn multiple times, so was I all out of sorts now?

“Ready?”

Finn stretched his neck to the left, then the right before nodding while turning his back to me to start painting.

“’m always ready darlin’.”

I hesitated for just the briefest of moments, my heart skipping a beat. Nope, he totally wasn’t making a sexually laced flirtatious comment in my direction. I was just imagining things and clearly needed some quality time with my battery operated boyfriend. I mentally shook it off, before beginning the outline of the demon eye that I had sketched out a couple of nights previously. My mouth went a little dry as I watched the well defined muscles of his back flutter, tense, and jump under the bristles of my brush.

“Dunno why yer brush is always cold. Can’t they make this stuff warmer?”

I giggled.

“Unfortunately not, Finn. It’s hard to keep alcohol warm in spray bottles. And you know it gets worse once I fire up the airbrush machine.”

He groaned playfully, before the two of us fell into a companionable silence. For well over twenty minutes, the only sounds in the room were the soft notes from whatever song Pandora was playing, the spraying of alcohol into the cake makeup, and the bristles of the brushes gliding along skin.

I always started low on his back, being a full head shorter than him. It was just easiest to start there and work up, when I would eventually need a step stool to reach his broad shoulders and onto the sensitive skin of Finn’s neck. He truly did look like his body was carved by one of the Renaissance masters, all milky smooth skin and chiseled muscle. Predictably, my mind went wandering to places where it shouldn’t be and wondering what his skin would feel like underneath my fingers…

“Y'know, every time ye do this, I almost want ta go ta sleep. It’s relaxin’.”

His voice interrupted my thoughts and I flushed, my brush never faltering. I kept my eyes low, trying to focus on the line work, when I noticed it.

He was crouching to make it easier for me to paint his back. I took the smallest of steps back.

“Finn, you don’t have to crouch. I have a step stool for a reason.”

He snorted, almost incredulously.

“Ye’ve been helpin’ me out wit this for… four months now? And yer just now noticin’ that I’m crouchin’?”

I couldn’t help myself, the giggle that snuck out was a little high pitched and flirtatious.

“Oh I’ve noticed before. I just didn’t care enough to let you have it easy.”

I could feel the grin in his voice as he clucked his tongue against his teeth.

“What’ve I ever done to ye, (Y/N)?”

I exaggerated a sigh, before playfully quipping back.

“The mere fact you exist, Finn.”

The Irishman barked out a laugh, “Ye cannot just leave me hangin’ like that, what’s the real reason?”

I was thankful that his back was to me, because I’m almost positive that my face was doing its best imitation of a tomato.

“I get a lot of messages from the female friends and family members who watch RAW. I don’t hear the end of it.”

He snorted, “And here I thought it was because of the Twin Terrors.”

I froze, the angled brush motionless on his skin, before I shifted on my feet. I looked at the back of his head curiously.

“The Twin Terrors?”

Finn shrugged and he glanced back over his shoulder to meet my eyes. “Marie and Lauren in wardrobe.”

I made a face and pressed my lips together tightly.

“I have nothing to say about them.”

How he picked up on what I thought was well disguised distaste for the two women who made up wardrobe, I don’t know. I’d never heard them called the Terror Twins, that was relatively PG compared to the epithets others on the Glam Squad called them. Why did Finn even bring them up? I kept to myself backstage, so I never really paid attention when they were fawning over him, especially when it seemed that he enjoyed their attentions.

I didn’t pay him any attention.

At all.

Ever. I swear.

He shrugged again and his mouth pulled into an almost childlike smile, that for some reason came off as incredibly sexy. I was sure that any red blooded woman, and some men, would have that the same as well.

I blinked rapidly and went back to painting the flesh of his back. It was a few minutes of brush strokes, the blending of colors, complete with the marveling at the way his muscles jumped, and a long, loaded silence before I caved.

“The objection I have to them, is the same objection I have with all women that act like that. It’s not because they’re paying attention to you.”

He was silent for a moment, tension flooding his shoulders.

“Oh…”

I could have sworn that I detected the barest hint of sadness in his accented voice after I said that, but it could have been just my imagination playing tricks on me. He was flirting with me like he flirted with everyone, male or female, backstage. The time I had spent around him had led me to believe that he flirted with the same ease that he breathed, it was just natural to him. It was that flirtation, combined with the accent and smile, and Finn could quite literally charm the pants off of anyone and they wouldn’t know what had happened until Finn was back in Ireland.

I swapped brushes and colors, setting about coloring in the fangs of the demon I was painting onto the Irishman’s back. I had knelt down to paint along the small of his back, my neck and back having tired from hunching over. It was a few minutes of complete silence between the two of us, Pandora still chirping away, when he sighed and a low chuckle rumbled through him. That chuckle was like a jolt of electricity to the juncture between my thighs. The rumbling and short laugh was incredibly seductive and laden with heady intentions.

I glanced at him curiously, expecting to only see the back of his head, but instead I was met with bright eyes and his trademark grin. I was woman enough to admit that Finn’s smile, no Finn’s everything really, affected me in decidedly not professional ways. He affected me in ways that almost always ensured that I needed a cold shower or at the very least, would strike me dumb for a solid minute.

“What?” I muttered, looking back down to my work as I swirled red in strategic places of the demon’s mouth.

“Oh, nothin’,” he mumbled. He took a breath and continued, “I was jus’ thinkin’ that you’ve spent hours on yer knees fer me and I haven’ even taken ye ta dinner.”

My face was radioactively hot and I could practically feel the tips of my ears sizzle at his words. Something was wrong. Finn was an unrepentant flirt and an incorrigible charmer, but never had I heard him be so vulgar. There had always been innuendo, most certainly, but he had never been so forward.

And than… It struck me like a bolt of lightning. Did he really mean to ask me out? We barely knew each other, having only made small talk while he was essentially held captive for body painting.

And I still pretty sure he was not interested in women.

“Aren’t ye goin’ ta say somethin’?”

I glanced back up at him, before straightening up to my full height and turning to my supply table, with every intention of hiding my burning face. Even at my full height, I would have only reached his collarbones. On my tiptoes, I would have been able to see over his shoulder or maybe even speak into his ear. I was painfully aware of how large he was in comparison to me, and how easy it would have been for him to overpower me… If he was that kind of man. My gut and observations told me he wasn’t, he was never anything but respectful.

“What do you want me to say?”

He turned to face me, but I was still making every attempt to hide my face in order to try to cool the flush on my face.

“Oh goodness Finn, I thought ye’d never ask!”

His attempt at an American accent was miserable, yet endearing.

I sighed, picking up the white body paint and yet another brush, before turning around to get back to the job at hand. Too bad that I was struck dumb by how quietly Finn had been able to move towards me, within an arms distance, without me noticing and the way his abdominal muscles practically rippled. Any progress that had been made on cooling the flush on my face was all for naught, as I did my best impression of a tomato.

“Why’re ye blushin’?” he inquired.

I looked up to make direct eye contact, my face burning. His eyes were searching mine rather intensely, looking for something that I wasn’t quite sure of.

“Ye’re never this quiet,” he remarked.

I shrugged, trying to be nonchalant, like I wasn’t just thinking about the heavy, blatant innuendos and what he could have possibly meant. “Maybe I’m having an off day?”

His eyebrow raised so high, I could have sworn it disappeared into his hair line. “Every single time’ve come in here fer the paintin’, ye’ve talked m'ear off about somethin’ or another. And now ye won’t say anythin’ and ye’re doing a pretty good impression of a cherry. What’s goin’ on darlin’?”

Had I really been so talkative? My stomach roiled uncomfortably at the thought. My mind flashed to all of our previous sessions at a dizzying speed, and it was true, every time I had been around him in the past, I had babbled. I don’t know what it was about today, but it was different. The words that would have previously rushed out of my mouth were now no longer there.

‘Or… You’re afraid that if you open your mouth today, you’ll say something that’ll embarrass the shit out of you.’ That dark little thought came unbidden to my mind.

“Don’t take it that ’m complainin’,” he said. “I mean, I like listenin’ to ye talk. I find yer American accent relaxin’.”

I frowned for a moment, before stepping forward and painting a broad stripe across his collarbone. Just like any other time when I had painted him, he shuddered as my brush glided over his skin in this particular area, but Finn never said anything about it. It was… Curious. I noticed it happen every time I painted in the areas of his collarbones, chest, and neck, but I had brushed it off. I had thought that it was maybe just a ticklish reaction and not the thing that the tiny, horny voice in my mind wanted it to be.

It was after the second or third stroke of my brush and the corresponding full body shudder, that I had noticed that the feeling in the room had changed.

“O-okay,” I stuttered, having decided that I needed to get away from him for a few moments, just long enough to collect myself. I began to pull away when he reached out for me, catching my elbow in a large, calloused hand. Sparks danced underneath my skin where his hand was, and he spun me back around to face him.

Before I could regain my ground, his lips were on mine.

At least, that’s what I was pretty sure that was what was occurring.

I was already dizzy from being spun around, and now this kiss was making me dizzier. The moment our lips had touched, there was a tingling, thrilling electric surge that shot through my body. Finn was possessive at first, claiming my mouth, an arm wrapped around my waist in an iron grip. It felt like he was trying to make me understand something, just by using his mouth. Slowly, after several moments of our mouths working feverishly against each other, the pressure of his mouth on mine lessened, and he pulled back slightly.

His eyes were searching my face for something, but I couldn’t put my finger on it, as I was in a daze. My legs felt like there were made of rubber and I desperately needed something to hold onto for support.

Definitely not gay. Definitely appeared to be attracted to women.

Okay, so he wasn’t gay. European. Only European.

I blinked owlishly, trying to clear the cobwebs from my mind, as he stood motionless in front of me, his mouth still only a breath away from my own and his arm still tight around my waist. I was confused and ridiculously turned on all at the same time. I was most certainly viewing Finn in a new light, one that I was able to admit to in the light of day and not just when I was alone at night.

“Um, wow.”

Well that was brilliant and eloquent.

He just chuckled, his eyes bright, and shook his head. “Let’s get this finished so that we can make plans for dinner tongiht.”

“Who said I accepted?”

The shift from lightheartedness to dark and predatory was faster than a blink. Before I knew what was happening, Finn was kissing me again. Just the same as mere moments ago, but this time, he was kissing me thoroughly until I was convinced. This time though, when he began to pull away a second time, I reached an arm around to keep him securely in place so that the kiss wouldn’t end. It didn’t take much strength, because he clearly didn’t want to leave the embrace either. His other arm dropped lower than the one that was wrapped around my waist, grazing daringly against my butt.

I grazed my teeth against his lower lip and his fingers curled into the clothed flesh of my butt in response, before pressing me firmly into his body and holding me in place. It was there that I could feel the rather impressive evidence of his arousal and I was lost. It had been quite some time since I had been with a man and my body was screaming for this kind of attention. That it was Finn, in all of his Adonis-like glory, made the heat pool dangerously fast between my legs.

Curious as to his reaction, I slid my hand between our bodies, running it down his bare chest as my brushes had done so many times before, and he stopped our kiss. Instead, he watched the trail of my hand, both of our chests heaving in tandem as my hand traveled still lower, almost of its own accord, stopping at the waist of his joggers. I looked up at him, the question clear on my face.

“Please don’t tease me darlin’.” His voice was strained and rough and I’ll be damned if it didn’t make my thighs clench together.

My mouth was a little dry as I ran my hand over the clothed bulge and grasped what I could. Impressive didn’t even begin to describe what Finn was clearly gifted with. The strangled moan that tore from his throat startled me and my eyes were wide as they shot to meet his half lidded ones. His lips were just barely parted and his pupils were so blown out from the sensations that only the tiniest sliver of blue was visible. That was all the cue I needed, running my fingers along the hard ridge a few times more.

He stopped me quite abruptly, his hands clasping my hips as he maneuvered me backwards. I was in a daze and not terribly oriented to my surroundings. My mind was a pink and lusty haze, and I most certainly was not thinking about where we actually were or the very, very real threat of someone walking in on us at any given moment.

The backs of my calves hit leather covered cushion and my question was answered. I had forgotten about the old leather couch that was pressed up against a wall in this locker room, but it was going to serve its purpose quite well.

There was no way he was backing out now.

Hopefully, he wasn’t just doing this to play with me.

His fingers slipped up underneath the hem of my shirt, not straying from my waist until they began lifting the shirt with their progress, mapping out the contours of my body. I mewled and shivering at his touch, it felt like he was leaving trails of fire across my skin, and Finn appeared to be satisfied with my reactions.

The shirt came off over my head and then it was thrown haphazardly somewhere within the room, and a perfect moment of clarity settled in my head, the lust induced haze lifting briefly. I placed my hands on his chest and pushed him away ever so minutely, and he paused the distractingly erotic way his fingers were tracing up my ribcage. He moved back, albeit reluctantly, a slightly worried and questioning look on his face.

I held up a finger, just to signal to him that he had to wait a minute. It also served the purpose of allowing me to regain my wits.

“We can’t smudge the paint.”

Relief blossomed across his eyes, the tension in his face relaxing.

“Oh. ’ve no problem with that at all darlin’.”

I giggled, and moments later he was completely naked, as he had made short work of his joggers are Armani boxer briefs. Why I knew and catalogued that information, I didn’t know. My eyes trailed down, and my mouth went dry. I wasn’t new to sex, but I could honestly say I had never seen a cock look beautiful, but I suppose it had to match the man it was attached to.

Without another thought, I reached out and wrapped my hand around the base, giving his length an experimental stroke. He inhaled sharply, his eyes dropping shut, and his hips stuttering at the touch. I grinned and released my grasp for just a moment. His eyes opened for a moment, until he saw me working my bra off of my shoulders and he was more than eager to assist in that venture. So eager in fact, he helped me to slide my panties off, pressing soft kisses to my hips and thighs, before sliding back up my body to press a fiery kiss to my mouth.

My hands were splayed over his chest, to stabilize myself as I was no longer sure that my knees would support my weight. A nip at my lower lip made my nails reflexively dig into the firm flesh of his chest and he moaned. The sound itself was sinful and sent another rush of liquid heat to the juncture between my thighs.

I stepped back again and switched our positions, so that he could sit on the edge of the couch, his back far from the cushions as to not smudge my work. The change of positioning was a great equalizer, as I didn’t feel so overwhelmed by him and the size of his body.

His arms were long enough to ensnare me again, pulling me down on top of him before I could gather my wits again fully. Finn’s hands went directly for my core, his long fingers curling up to press against the tight bundle of nerves found there. The bolt of pleasure that surged through my body left me breathless and ground into him, my eyes slipping shut and my hands finding purchase on his barely painted shoulders.

His hand slipped further down and I took the opportunity to grind into the heel of his hand, but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough contact, enough friction, enough pressure. I knew what we both needed, as did Finn. I rearranged my position in his lap, straddling him in such a way that his cock rest along my inner thigh like a brand and my breasts in my face. His eyes glazed over in a way that if it were any other situation, would have been funny, but then his hands were suddenly there, cupping and teasing and pinching. The matter was settled, Finn was indeed a boob man.

He stopped in his attentions rather suddenly, gazing up at me with wide blue eyes.

He wanted me to make the next move. He wanted me to tell him that I wanted this.

And oh god, did I want this.

I shifted onto my knees and moved over him, his hands again on my hips, guiding his cock into me as I shifted my hips downwards.

I can honestly say that I had never felt anything so mind meltingly amazing or felt so full. I was stretched to the limit and neither the long groan that escaped from my lips as my hips met his or the way my head fell back in bliss could be helped. His lips found the sensitive skin of my neck, coaxing me to look back to his molten gaze. I began to move my hips, slowly at first, but his hands guided me to a pace that he was in control of, not allowing me to move any faster or slower than what he wanted. The dig of his fingers into the soft flesh of my hips should have hurt, but there was something erotic about the way he dictated the pace.

Everything in me wanted to go faster, to buck wildly, to chase my own release, but his grip stopped me from doing so. I leaned into him, kissing his mouth his lips again, in a vain attempt to distract him. My efforts failed, as his thumb slipped our moving bodies and stroked at the slick bundle of nerves just above where our bodies were connected, and white hot fire surged through my veins.

It wasn’t until that moment that I realized how far gone I was, and it only took a few flicks of his finger for me to be spiraling out of control. My fingers dug into his chest, leaving little half moon indentations. His hands circled behind my head, fingers lacing up into my hair, as he smoothly changed our positions while never breaking our contact, pinning my hips to the couch as he was crouched in position between my spread thighs.

With smooth movements, he began to move in and out of me with more force and speed than could possibly keep up with. I could feel a second release building, coiling tightly in the pit of my low abdomen.

It was only a matter of time before I was gasping my release again, my hips arching wildly. One of his large hands steadied me by resting on my lower stomach with the other on my thigh as his own body was wracked with shudders. He leaned over me, keening lowly into my ear. It was a most intoxicating mixture of a groan and grumble combined together.

We lay like that, in our post-coital haze, his body pressing into mine and his head cradled in between my neck and shoulder. It was as our bodies slowly began to calm and come down from the endorphin induced high, did the reality of the situation hit me.

“I’m confused… Y-you’ve never shown an interest in me before.”

He let out a huff of air that sounded suspiciously like a self-depreciating chuckle. “’ve been tryin’ to get ya to pay attention t'me since ye came on board months ago.”

I blinked rapidly, my heart stuttering in its rhythm at his words.

“But…”

Now that I thought about it, he was always within my line of sight when I arrived and hanging around the Glam Squad’s “office” when he really had no reason to be there. Whenever I say him, he was flirting heavily with the women that were almost always around him. Was it to make me jealous? I didn’t know, but the puzzle pieces were starting to fit together.

“Why me?”

“Because ye aren’t the Terror Twins.”

I craned my neck to look at him, though his face was nuzzling into the skin of my neck, I could have sworn I saw a grin. I thought I would have had something smart to say, but nothing came to mind. My head fell back into the worn leather cushion of the couch and I just listened to Finn’s steady breathing.

“Are ye goin’ t'have dinner with me now?” His question pulled me out of my sated, content haze.

I chuckled languidly, “What did you have in mind?”

“I was thinkin’ we find a little twenty four hour diner after the show.”

I chuckled, “Oh be still, my beating heart.”

He laughed and pulled away to look at me. “I promise to take ye out proper later, but that’s all I got right now.”

I smiled and lifted my head to meet his twinkling blue eyes. “You throw in a coffee from Starbucks and I’m yours.”

“A coffee?” He was almost incredulous. “I coulda had ye months ago if I’d gotten ye a coffee?”

I laughed, and wiggled myself out from under him. I stood on shaky legs, to look for my clothes and give a small prayer that no one would walk into the locker room. It wasn’t until after I finished the body painting and we were preparing to leave that I noticed that the door had been locked and essentially barricaded from the inside.

Finn shrugged and didn’t look the least bit remorseful, even if he did hold his hands up defensively

I couldn’t bring myself to be upset.

#finn balor imagine #finn balor smut #finn balor fic #repost from the old blog

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aiwannadrawit · 8 years ago

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Blame It

Players: Alexis Lysher & Desmond Whittemore

Where: Some bar in the city

Time: Thursday Night 1/19/2017

Plot: Desmond and Alex get drunk and make out

Desmond: Desmond was seated off in the corner of some bar a classmate had somehow convinced him to head out to. He thought that, maybe (maybe) it would be nice to get out and do something different that what he usually did (which was go to his room and sketch) so he had agreed and almost immediately regretted it. There were quiet a lot of people in the bar and it was a bit loud. He had been offered a drink and took it, because it felt rude not to, but it sat on the table next to him untouched. The classmate he had came with had vanished off somewhere, leaving Desmond at the table all by himself. The young art student had occupied himself with doodling on a piece of napkin, not sure if leaving his classmate would be a terrible idea or not.

Alex: Alex walked into the already familiar place and made his way to his now usual stool by the bar. With a nod and a smile he greeted the bartender as the man place shot in front of him without even saying a word. He gulped It in one goo as he turned around only to find a familiar face in the further corner. He raised a brow and grabbed the refilled shot glass and moved across the room to stand next to the table where Desmond was doodling on a napkin “Hey Desy… this is the last place where I thought I’d find you. Having fun?”

Desmond: Desmond's head snapped up when he heard a familiar voice and a familiar nickname. "Professor," he smiled, before shaking his head a bit. "I-I mean, Alex." He gave the professor a small smile and combed his fingers through his hair, "Hi." He looked down at his mindless little doodle and shrugged. "A classmate offered to uh, take me out. I thought it would be good to change up my routine. What's up?"

Alex: Alex smiled at the boy and wiggled his brows playfully “Oh you’re on a date… I probably should get going then” he chuckled “I think it’s a good that you’re going out more” he grinned. “Not much, I wanted a drink so I stopped by… I’d say drink responsibly but I know you don’t drink so… have fun!” he said before turning around to leave the boy as he waited for his date.

Desmond: "What? Wait," he stood up a little bit from his seat. "I'm not on a date...it was just, y'know, a friendly thing. Trying to make friends and stuff." He sighed a bit. "But I don't know where they went and I've been by myself for a while now...so you could stay and sit with me."

Alex: Alex raised a brow “You sure? Doesn’t sound slike a great friend if he left you here” he looked at the table “with untouched drinks… do you think he would really leave you?” he asked seriously. “I could do that but not sure if your friend will like to find a professor here. How about this. I’m gonna be at the bar, if your friend doesn’t come back in 10 minutes, join me there ok?”

Desmond: Desmond pressed his lips together, his forehead creasing softly at the professor's offer. "I mean, it's not like they didn't try. But...uh, there are a lot of people here. So...it's just a lot." Desmond glanced over at the drink and nodded. "Um...well. Okay. Maybe I'll see you soon then."

Alex: Alex didn’t like that answer. He couldn’t phantom the idea of a said friend leaving someone like Desy abandoned at the bar. “I changed my mind… come on, let’s get a table” he offered with a smile. He walked to one of the empty tables in the back “Want me to order you a soda or something else?” he asked as he gulped the shot he had in hand before waving at the waitress.

Desmond: Desmond felt himself smile and moved from his seat. He was sure the classmate he had came with would be okay. He picked up his napkin and his drink, shaking his head. "No...at least, not right now. I mean, they said that this wasn't that bad and it's mostly soda anyways. So, I'm fine. I just, y'know, didn't want to drink it by myself."

Alex: Alex smiled back when Desy did, there was something about seeing that kid smile. It was kinda contagious. He frowned “what are you even drinking?” he asked slightly worried “did you order that or did your friend did?”

Desmond: Desmond "They ordered it for me," he said as he looked down at the drink in his hand. "It's a...uh, a rum and coke. Mostly coke though," he looked back at Alex. "So, I'll drink it and if I don't like it I'll get something else." He smiled a bit again. "So...are you ready for classes to start back up?"

Alex: Alex wasn’t really sure why but he didn’t trust that drink, especially since the ‘friend’ had suddenly left Desmond alone “Don’t drink that… we’ll order you a new one” he said seriously and grabbed the glass to place it on the waitress tray when she approached and ordered a fresh drink for Desmond and a few shots for himself “so what convince you of getting a drink? I recall you said you didn’t want to try it”

Desmond: Desmond "Uh...okay." He let go of the glass, not sure why Alex was suspicious of the thing. Though, he guessed it wasn't a bad thing to be cautious. The guy /had/ left him here by himself. Desmond hummed softly, one of his hands drifting up the back of his neck and twirling a finger around on of his strands of hair. "Um...well, it's not good to stay static. I should try new things and yadda yadda."

Alex: Alex smiled when the boy didn’t argue and accepted the new drink instead. “That’s a good way to see things. It’s a good time to experiment and try new things right?” he chuckled and flashed a grin to the girl when she brought their drinks. He took shot glass and nodded at Desmond “To new experiences?” he joked with the toast

Desmond: Desmond took his new drink and smiled at the waitress as well. He nodded and lifted his drink a bit as well. "Yeah, to new experiences," he brought the drink up to his lips and took a small sip. "Hm...this is," he said after setting it back on the table and licking his lips, "this is pretty good. Well, really good. Thanks."

Alex: Alex tried not to chuckle at how cute Desmond was, especially trying his very first drink. He was actually expecting a grimace but he was pleasantly surprised “Good then? I’m more of a tequila guy but I can see the appealing of a sweeter taste” he joked.

Desmond: Desmond "Yeay, I mean...I can only really taste the soda." Desmond took another sip of his drink. "What's the difference between tequila and rum?"

Alex: Alex chuckled this time “That’s dangerous… you’re not gonna notice when you have too much and get drunk” he teased. “Well to starts they come from different kinds of distillation. Rum comes from sugar cane so it probably will taste a bit better. Tequila comes from Agave so the taste is a bit planer but the alcoholic grade is higher. They both taste great with soda but I prefer tequila straight… the only think I like straight” he joked and winked before gulping another shot

Desmond: Desmond giggled a bit and shrugged, "Well...I'm sure you'll keep an eye out for me." He wasn't sure why but the professor's little joke made his cheeks flush a bit. "I don't think I would like anything straight..."

Alex: Alex shrugged “I’ll try. I wasn’t planning on staying too sober but guess I’ll be counting our drinks then so neither of us gets in troubles” he grinned. He actually laughed at the cute blushed expression on Desy’s face “That’s totally fine… you like what you like. Must admit I’ve had my run with straight ladies so I can’t actually deny I like some straight beside tequila”

Desmond: Desmond hummed, "Heh, I was kind of joking but I can keep an eye out on myself." Desmond nodded, regularly sipping from his own drink until it was quickly gone. "Well, lucky them, yeah?"

Alex: Alex shook his head “Nah it’s ok, I’ll keep an eye on both of us, no worries.” He laughed again and then shrugged ant how disinhibited that sounded from such a shy guy as Desmond “I guess… none of them complained so…” he took a smaller sip of his fifth shot of the night as he waved at the waitress again, tempted to order only soda for both of them now to keep them from getting too drunk too fast

Desmond: Desmond "Okay, but if you want help just let me know," he said and set his empty glass off to the side. "Well, I can't really imagine why they would complain in the first place."

Alex: Alex smiled “That’s alright, don’t worry about it.” He kept smiling and raised a brow “Are you flirting with me Desmond?” he asked half serious and half joking as he moved slightly to take off his jacket. -the alcohol making effect enough to make him feel slightly hot

Desmond: Desmond blushed a little more and shook his head slightly. "No...I'm just," he shrugged, "being honest." He smiled, his eyes dropping down towards the professor's arms. "What's gonna happen when you run out of skin?"

Alex: Alex grinned “Alright… just making sure.” He sat back and looked at his arms “I already did… I still have a few clean patches in my chest and stomach but not sure if I’ll fill those up. I don’t tattoo my hands or below the waist… as weid as it sounds, it doesn’t go with what I believe into” he explained as he waved the waitress again “Soda now?” he asked Desy

Desmond: Desmond kept his eyes on the tattoos on Alex's arms, "Hm...what do you believe in that makes you not have tattoos on your legs?" He could understand about the hands thing. There were very few people who he thought looked good with tattoos on his hands anyways. Desmond shrugged. "Sure, a soda is fine."

Alex: Alex smiled “I’m a spiritual person… and I learned through yoga and some buudism that below the waist and hands are sacred, you’re not supposed to mark them in anyway because they are the source for building either new generations or art…” he explained as he ordered their drinks, soda for Desy and 2 more shots for him

Desmond: Desmond couldn't help himself and giggled a little bit at that, he didn't even know why he thought it was funny. "I see, that's pretty interesting to be honest. I could never get a tattoo, I'd be too scared that I end up hating it."

Alex: Alex probably had too many drinks cause he found Desy’s giggle adorable… he wouldn’t have if he was sober. “It’s what they tell you… my yogi wasn’t so happy about all my tattoos but he gets the meaning behind them” he explained and smiled “The secret is to get something that has enough meaning for you to keep it for your whole life… plus nw you can erase them easily, it’s not like it was before”

Desmond: Desmond rested his elbow on the table they were sitting at and rested his chin in his hand. "Well as long as they understood why you got them." He nodded but shrugged, "Right, but I don't think there's anything like that for me."

Alex: Alex nodded “some people needs reminders of what’s important for them” he shrugged. “Maybe not yet” he grinned as he bend his arm to show his left forearm, pointing at the guitar tattoo there “This was my first guitar… she was my first love so there she is, under my skin” he joked

Desmond: Desmond hummed and leaned over a little, looking over the professor's tattoos. His other hand reached out and traced over the tattoo without really thinking about it. "It's nicely done," he said with a smile.

Alex: Alex grinned at the soft touch over his tattoo, way softer than he expected it to be “Thanks! I was lucky to find a really good tattoo artist and be able to afford it…That’s an important thing to keep in mind. Being cheap with these kinds of things can really fuck it up” he said with a snort as the drinks arrived

Desmond: Desmond looked back up at Alex, keeping his hand on the man's arm. "I can imagine. I mean...it's just something that's so easily erased." He smiled up at the waitress and thanked her, taking a sip of his soda.

Alex: Alex pulled his arm away slowly when Desmond’s touch lingered. The last thing he needed was go down the same road some other professors seemed to be heading with some students. “It was back then. Technology makes it way easier and that’s why some people get stupid tattoos now without remorse” he said with a shrug as he drank his next show slowly. “So what you’ve been up to?”

Desmond: Desmond pulled his hands towards himself, taking up his glass of soda. "It still sounds cumbersome to go through." He shrugged and sipped at his drink. "Nothing really. I don't do much."

Alex: Alex sighed and set his glass on the table, looking at Desmond curiously “Why is that? Not doing much. I mean you have the time, the looks, the talent, I’m guessing even the money… and you’re on winter break, no other things to do than anything you want! What stops you to go find some adventures?”

Desmond: Desmond blushed again at essentially being called handsome by the professor. "I'm uh...I don't know. I just don't. I mean, I'm here to get better with my art and everything so I should stay focused."

Alex: Alex nodded “I know… you said that but you’re not in classes right now and life is not just work esy… you need to get some fun too. Relax and enjoy. What’s the point of working hard if you don’t reward yourself with fun things too? I can bet this shot you are pushing yourself so much that you can’t even tell me something you want to do for fun that is not related to your art” he teased

Desmond: Desmond "I relax sometimes," he mumbled softly, mostly to himself. He looked back up at the man and raised an eyebrow at him. "You bet me your shot?" He sat up a bit straighter in his chair. "I bet I can." He thought a moment, immediately thinking about how he likes watching anime, but that was animation and related to art. At least he thought it was. He hummed, furrowing his brow. "Um...I mean. Uh..."

Alex: Alex raised a brow “Alright… prove me wrong” he teased and waited. Desmond’s expression was just too cute for his own good “So? Nothing? Ok, tell me something you wanna do and you have kept yourself from doing because you’re too focused on your art then” he said looking curiously at the boy

Desmond: Desmond "Well...I can't think of anything right now because you put me on the spot. But I do other things for fun." He looked back at Alex, "Something I've wanted to do..." He looked back down at his his half finished soda. "I kinda thought it would be cool to play an instrument."

Alex: Alex laughed and shook his head, raising his hands in surrender “I believe you… maybe you can tell me some other time” he teased again. “That sounds like an interesting hobby even if still art related” he said with a smirk “what instrument would you like to learn?

Desmond: Desmond "Maybe," he stuck his tongue out at the man. He rubbed the back of his neck and shrugged. "Well...I kinda wanna learn how to play the guitar."

Alex: Alex rolled his eyes but kept smiling “Guitar is fun… I could help” he shrugged and gulped down the shot he had bet against Desmond. “Lemme know if you’re interested and I’d be glad to teach you a bit. I’m sensing you’re gonna use it as hobby and won’t try to become a rock start right?” he joked

Desmond: Desmond shrugged, "Who know? I never sleep anyways so I could probably pull off being a famous rock star and be a successful artist."

Alex: Alex frowned “It’s supposed to be a hobby, not something else to obsess over and work like crazy on it” he said seriously. “There must be something else you’d want to do… dunno… ziplining? Horse-riding… dunno… something else? Beer ping pong?” he joked “my point is that this is the time to do crazy stuff and enoy it Des… don’t let that go. It won’t make you less professional or talented”

Desmond: Desmond "I don't know...I never really thought about it, sorry." He traced a finger around the rim of his glass. "Beer pong sounds gross. Why would you drink something after sticking your fingers in it so many times."

Alex: Alex reached out to touch Desy’s wrist to make him look up “Hey no, don’t apologize ok? There’s nothing wrong with being the way you are You’re focus and driven to follow your dreams and be successful. It’s not bad… just don’t push yourself that much ok?” he ended with a smile. “It’s not that bad, plus it’s fun… sometimes stupid things are fun” he shrugged and pulled his hand away

Desmond: Desmond glanced up at him quickly before looking away from him. People kept telling him that-- that his drive wasn't a bad thing-- but every time this kind of conversation came up he felt like it was a bad thing. "Right...I'll keep that in mind.." Desmond wrinkled his nose. "I still wouldn't drink it."

Alex: Alex felt the mood going downhill so he tried to cheer the boy up “yu know what? I think you overthink a lot… I kinda want to dare you to do something silly just for you to lose up a little” he said playfully

Desmond: Desmond pressed his lips together, looking back over at his companion. "Oh? Silly like...what?"

Alex: Alex shrugged “Dunno… dare you to dance shirtless with the first hot guy we spot?” he teased as he finished his drink with a playful glint in his eyes. “But… it’d be too much and we’re definitively not playing dares here”

Desmond: Desmond 's face turned a bright shade of red at that, "I...hm, uh, I would probably need another drink...at least one more."

Alex: Alex laughed and rolled his eyes “I was joking. Not gonna dare you to do anything like that. You really want another drink tho?” he asked surprised since he wasn’t expecting him to try more alcohol.

Desmond: Desmond "Oh, okay," he said a little relieved. "That's good then...I don't think I could have convinced you to dance with me." He paused a moment before nodding. "Yeah, I would."

Alex: Alex chuckled “Really? You think I’m hot?” he teased “I think you could’ve found someone better here Des. I would’ve dance with you but I don’t think I should. I’m a terrible dancer” he winked at he waved the waitress again “same drink?” he asked the boy

Desmond: Desmond nodded, "Yeah, I do," he said honestly. Desmond laughed a little and shook his head. "No, I'm sure you're a fine dancer. Better than me anyways." He nodded, "Yes please."

Alex: Alex ordered their drinks and smirked to Desmond “Thanks. Just for the record, -I think you’re hot too” he winked again and tried not to think how inappropriate that was. ”Oh no you have no idea, there’s a reason why I don’t go to clubs that much. I always make a fool of myself”

Desmond: Desmond grinned at that, a giddy feeling circling in his stomach. "Uh...thank you." Desmond felt himself giggle again. "If you say so Alex. But we won't know whose worse until we have a dance off."

Alex: Alex smiled “Anytime… is the truth.” He probably should have realized he probably was drunker than he thought since he kept finding the boy’s giggle cute. “No no no… no dance off. I’m not nearly as drunk as I would need to do something like that”

Desmond: Desmond licked his lips and grinned a bit, biting his lower lip. "Well...I didn't mean right now. But at some point we could." He didn't even know why he was pushing for that. He couldn't dance. But...well, he was trying to be more adventurous.

Alex: Alex rolled his eyes “Yeah no…. not happening kid” he smiled and was immensely thankful for the drinks that had just arrived. He grabbed his glass and clinked it to Desy’s “to the bad dancers” he joked

Desmond: Desmond "To bad dancers," he agreed and took a sip of his drink. "I...I don't know if I said this before, but you don't have to call me kid you know?"

Alex: Alex drank all his shot in one go and huffed “You did… sorry. It’s just an endearment term but I can stop if it really bothers you do much…”

Desmond: Desmond hummed and reached a hand up to comb through his hair. "No...it's just..." he shrugged. "I'm not a child so, it feels a little weird." He said after finishing half of his drink.

Alex: Alex nodded “Ok I won’t call you that again” he agreed and then frowned “hey… easy on that… you’re not sued to and it might get to your head too fast” he warned

Desmond: Desmond "Thanks...yo can still call me Desy though." He raised an eyebrow at him. "Really?" Desmond vaguely remembered reading somewhere that stuff like that would happen if a person drank on an empty stomach. So he was probably already in a bit of trouble on that front. "You know...I'm glad yo showed up."

Alex: Alex smirked “Desy will be then” he assured before finishing his last shot. “Yeah? I’m glad too… It’s been a while since I actually had a good time here. Guess it works with the right company” he said feeling the alcohol getting to his head already. That was the right indication for him to stop drinking to keep himself from doing something stupid, especially when he had promised to look out for Desmond

Desmond: Desmond grinned and drank his last half of his drink more slowly. He nodded in agreement; he hadn't been having too much fun when he had been here earlier with his classmate. "You're easy you, uh, be around. You know?" He combed his fingers through his hair. "Comfortable I mean."

Alex: Alex could tell by Desy’s reply that maybe both of them had more than enough drinks for the night so he called the waitress once more to order water for them both and to close his tab. He needed them to sober up a bit so they could go back to the institute “I’m glad to hear you’re comfortable around me” he smiled and thanked the girl for the water “I think we need this cause otherwise we’re gonna have some troubles to go back”

Desmond: Desmond nodding slowly because Alex did have a point. Stumbling around in the cold didn't sound like a fun time. "Yeah, you're nice," he said grinned and took the water sipping it. "Oh, and thank you for the drinks."

Alex: Alex chuckled “I’m glad you think so” he grinned “Anytime… hope this changed your vie won drink a Little… not to make you wanna drink often but to see it’s not that bad to let loose a little sometimes” he said as he took a sip of his water and leaned back a little

Desmond: Desmond shrugged, "Yeah...well, this drink I had is good. But I don't know about other stuff." He rested his arms on the table, finishing down the rest of his water.

Alex: Alex nodded “It wasn’t that bad so maybe sweet drinkd would be your thing. Just be careful next time? Don’t mix drinks tho… different kinds of alcohol together can make you drunker faster” he advised. “You’re ready to go back?” he asked as he moved to grab his discarded jacket

Desmond: Desmond "I will remember that going forward," he mused softly and nodded. "Yeah, let's go. We can walk."

Alex: Alex stood up slowly, checking his own balance before smiling at the boy “Good… you do that.” Once he was sure he could walk as straight as possible he offered his hand to help Desmond up “you ok? Not dizzy or anything?”

Desmond: Desmond "I'm great ," he said and stood up. Perhaps too quickly because the world did tilt a little bit and he hard to grab the table to steady himself. "Well...maybe a little dizzy."

Alex: Alex reached out to hold Desmon’s arm when he noticed him stumbling “Easy there… come on lemme help” he said as he moved closer to the boy to wrap an arm around his wait to guide him out of the bar. Once outside he reached for his phone to get an Uber

Desmond: Desmond leaned against Alex as the man wrapped an arm around him, smiling a bit. "Aw," he pouted when he saw Alex pulling out his phone. "I thought we were walking."

Alex: Alex smiled when the boy leaned against him, doing his best not to enjoy how good it felt to have him that close. “No pouting” he smiled “I don’t think we’re gonna make it to the institute walking, plus it’s cold” he said with a chuckle

Desmond: Desmond still kept his pout, "But the cold good for stuff like this I read." He leaned against him a bit more. "Pleeeeease?"

Alex: Alex laughed “Stop pouting… too cute to handle” he blurted out and shook his head. “What if we fall down? We both had a bit too much alcohol” he said as he leaned a little closer to the boy when they stopped

Desmond: Desmond's face flushed. "I'll stop if you promise we can walk a little bit." he said, one hand resting on the professor's uppper arm.

Alex: Alex sighed exagerately and smiled “Fine… we can walk a little then. You can walk on your own or need me to help?” he asked as he looked at Desy’s eyes carefully to make sure he was ok and not too drunk

Desmond: Desmond grinned, proud that he had won the little argument. He raised his eyebrows a little at the professor's question, his face drifting closer to the older man's own. "I'm doing great," he mumbled just their lips pressed together softly.

Alex: Alex froze the moment he felt Desy’s lips against his own. Something inside his head screaming that he should pull away. This wasn’t supposed to happen and he shouldn’t be enjoying it as much as he was so against his better judgment, he cupped Desmond’s cheek and deepened the kiss, moaning into it

Desmond: Desmond pressed closer to the professor, whatever rules advising against things like this were far from his mind. His hand drifted up Alex's arm and slipped to the back of the man's neck, encouraged by the sounds the other made.

Alex: Alex was sure this was a terrible idea… even if it felt so damn good. Desmond’s hand in the back of his neck didn’t make it better. That simple touch ignited something more dangerous inside of him and in only encouraged him to push the taller boy against the bar’s wall

Desmond: Desmond groaned softly as his back was pressed up against the wall, slipping his other arm around Alex, keeping the man close to him. He hummed, running his tongue against Alex's bottom lip.

Alex: Alex was supposed to be smarter and more mature tan this. He should stop, pull away, apologize and stop drinking to get himself in these kinds of situations. But instead, he parted his lips and sucked at Desy’s tongue when he felt the boy licking at his lip. Both of his hands moving on their own to the boy’s hips to keep him in place

Desmond: Desmond A shiver traveled up his spine and he took the time to explore Alex's mouth, moaning softly as his hand slipped up into Alex's hair.

Alex: Alex nearly growled at the fingers in his hair. It always had been such a sensitive spot. He finally broke the kiss and pulled away just enough to catch his breath, his lips still ghosting against Desmond’s “This is a really bad idea” he swallowed hard but didn’t make any other attempt to put more distance between them

Desmond: Desmond was breathing a bit hard (thanks to his smoking habit) when Alex pulled away from him. He kept his hand on the back of the man's head in his hair, not wanting to give him a chance to pull away. "It feels like a really good idea," he said, leaning back in towards the man, nudging their noses together.

Alex: Alex kept his eyes closed and took a deep breath “It’s not… this can’t happen” he murmured in a broken tone as he reached for Desmond’s lips once more, a chaste kiss this time. “You deserve better than this… I’m not taking advantage of the situation” he said as he finally opened his eyes and pulled away enough to look at the boy “I’m sorry Desmond”

Desmond: Desmond "Huh?" he frowned when Alex pulled back from him. "But you're not--" he shook his head "--not taking advantage of me." He gave him a small smile, his fingers still playing in Alex's hair. "I wanna kiss you."

Alex: Alex groaned and losed his eyes again. Desy’s touch sending shivers down his body “You’re not thinking clearly right now… neither am I” he whispered and leaned closer, way too tempted to kiss the boy again “I wanna kiss you too but I shouldn’t”

Desmond: Desmond shook his head, because he really didn't see anything wrong with this. He wanted to kiss Alex and Alex wanted to kiss him; it was a win-win as far as he was concerned. When Alex leaned in closer and Desmond met him half way with another soft kiss.

Alex: Alex was about to argue but Desmond’s lips felt so good… What could be the worst thing to happen? He asked to himself in his head, but instead of pulling away and cooling off he nipped at the boy’s lower lip as his hands slid from his hips to his ass to pull him closer

Desmond: Desmond let out a happy little moan, responding to the kiss in kind. His fingers curled in Alex's hair slightly, his other hand came up to rest on Alex's lower back.

Alex: Alex snapped out of it as if a bucket of cold water had fallen upon his head. It was Desmond’s little moan into the kiss what brought him back to reality and he could almost swear he had sobered up when he realized what he was doing. He pulled away and took his hands off the boy, taking a step back “I can’t Desmond… I really can’t” he swallowed hard feeling his heart dropping to his stomach

Desmond: Desmond's own eyes snapped open when Alex pulled away from him, a frown pulling on his lips. "Uh..." he was still breathing slightly hard. "What? I..." He glanced away for a moment, licking his kiss bruised lips. "I'm sorry-- did I do something? I didn't mean to..."

Alex: Alex sighed. This was exactly what he didn’t want to happen. He reached to grab Desmond’s arm “No no… don’t apologize you didn’t do anything wrong. I did. I shouldn’t have kissed you. I’m sorry Desmond, I just can’t do this” he groaned “You’re a student at the institute I work at… I shouldn’t let this happen. I’m not supposed to take advantage of a situation like this. I’m supposed to take care of you not…” to try to get in your pants, his mind added

Desmond: Desmond frowned and chewed on he inside of his left cheek, hurt flashing across his face. "But, you're not taking advantage of me...you're not." He shook his head. "I...I like you. And..." Well, he didn't know if Alex liked him in a similar way but, "well, you wanna kiss me at the very least."

Alex: Alex could see the boy’s hurt and it made him feel worse “It might not look like it, but you’re in no condition to grant consent to anything right now. That’s why what I did was wrong.” He sighed “I like you too Desy, and because I like you I don’t want to hurt you” he said seriously

Desmond: Desmond shook his head; that didn't make any sense. If he was too drunk then so was Alex...which meant that no one was taking advantage of anyone, he was pretty sure. "But...I'm hurt right now..."

Alex: Alex sighed and rubbed his face “I know Desy and I’m sorry… but it could be worse…” he took Desmond’s hand “I don’t get involved Desy… this was great and I wanted to kiss you but it can’t be more than just something physical to me and you deserve so much better than that” he explained in a bitter tone

Desmond: Desmond blinked a couple of times, looking back at the professor, his frown still on his face. "But what if I...only want something...um, physical?" He looked down after that, not knowing if that were true or what he wanted from the older man. He gave his hand a squeeze.

Alex: Alex groaned “then we can talk about it when we’re both sober?” he said in a tentative tone “but even then… I don’t think it would be good for you and I don’t wanna take something from you… I’ve been doing this with people I don’t know cause it’s easy to walk away and pretend it never happened. I couldn’t do that to you”

Desmond: Desmond pressed his lips together, both happy and upset by that at the same time. He sighed, still holding Alex's hand. "Okay...fine." He looked back up at him. "Can we still walk a little bit?"

Alex: Alex nodded, hoping Desmond really had gotten what he tried to say, but doubting it since they both weren’t in the best condition “We can walk… isn’t it too cold?” he asked before letting go of the boy’s hand

Desmond: Desmond sighed when Alex let go of his hand and stuffed his own hands in his pockets. "I guess...but I, uh, like I said, the cold is supposed to be good for stuff like this."

Alex: Alex hummed “You’re right… but I would rather you not getting sick tho… let’s walk a little and then I’ll call a cab, deal?” he asked trying to smile cause he could see how upset the boy was after what happened

Desmond: Desmond "You're sweet." he said. He took a moment to pull his hat down a little bit more over his ears. "Okay...deal."

Alex: Alex rolled his eyes and tried not to smile “You’re the only person who would say that after what happened…” he huffed and started to walk next to the boy

Desmond: Desmond shook his head. "No...you're very caring...I mean. Not wanting me to get sick and...well, other stuff. It's nice."

Alex: Alex shrugged “Everyone deserves to be cared for… that’s why...” he trailed off “Never think you don’t deserved to be taken care of Desmond… you do” he assured and bumped his shoulder against Desy’s

Desmond: Desmond "See...sweet." He fell quiet after a moment, simply walking along next to the professor in a slightly comfortable silence.

Alex: Alex shook his head and kept on walking, unsure if there was something else to be said. He probably had fucked up enough for one night

Desmond: Desmond hummed softly to himself, one hand moved to rub at his stomach and leaned against Alex a bit. His stomach rumbled and he frowned. "Ugh...is anywhere open right now?"

Alex: Alex frowned “You haven’t eaten?” he asked worried “That would explain why the drinks affected you so much. Come on kid, lemme buy you dinner and then we’ll go back to the Institute” he offered with a smile as he guided the boy to the nearest restaurant

Desmond: Desmond shook his head. "It doesn't have to be a whole dinner...just, uh...something small."

Alex: Alex rolled his eyes "Shhhh I'm buying you dinner..." he smiled and bumped his shoulder with Desmond's, hoping it would help with the awkwardness and have a good end of the night.

Desmond: Desmond shook his head again, pressing his lips together. "No...I won't eat it. I don't want you to waste your money."

Alex: Alex crossed his arms and frowned "Really? you gonna be like that?" he asked slightly hurt

Desmond: Desmond "Uh--" he almost panicked and waved a hand in front of his face. "No, not...I didn't mean it like that. I just...hm...I'm weird with food so it's just most likely I won't eat it. I don't want you to buy me something that I'm just gonna throw away. Sorry."

Alex: Alex sighed “I don’t care if you don’t finish the food. So? Up to you… we can stop by the store and buy a sandwich or something or we can go for real food” he said with a sigh

Desmond: Desmond chewed on the inside of his cheek and thought it over. He rubbed at his arm and nodded. "A sandwich would be good."

Alex: Alex nodded and quitted arguing “Alright… a sandwich then. I’m sure we’ll find a convenience store nearby” he said simply as he hoped this didn’t completely fuck up the friendship he had with the boy

Desmond: Desmond nodded, "Okay...thank you." He fell silent again and kept a look out for an open store. He nudged him and motioned with his head. "There's one over there."

Alex: Alex smiled a little when Desmond didn0t shut him out completely, the little nudge seemed natural and not forced “Right… come on then, let’s see what we can find so we can go back to the institute. You feeling better? Less drunk I mean”

Desmond: Desmond shrugged and combed his fingers through his hair. "I feel...okay I guess," he said as they moved closer to the store. "How are you feeling?"

Alex: Alex nodded “That’s good… we’ll get some water. That’ll help too” he said as he opened the door for the boy to get in first. “I’m ok Desy, you were right, the cold air helped”

Desmond: Desmond smiled, though he still felt odd about this whole situation but he was trying to act normal. "Okay, water would be good right now anyways," he said as he stepped inside. He quickly made his way through the store to the cold section and grabbed himself some water. "Good...I'm glad."

Alex: Alex felt the need to apologize again but he knew it would only make everything more awkward so he just smiled a bit. “Water it is” he said and followed the boy through the store, grabbing a bottle of water for himself “Alright now food? What would you like?2 he asked as they walk around. “I am too… Des? Look I understand if you don’t wanna be friends anymore after all that” he said suddenly

Desmond: Desmond nodded and went to find some cold cut sandwiches. "Just something simple. Like...bologna or something." He basically stumbled when he heard what the professor blurted out. "What? Oh..." he shook his head and pressed his lips together. "No..no, it's fine...I shouldn't have...I mean. You're fine. I promise."

Alex: Alex nodded “That sounds good” he followed and then he reached to hold Desmond’s arm when he stumbled “Easy… hey no, please don’t take the blame, it wasn’t just you” he said honestly and looked at the boy in the eye “how about we both take the blame and try to still be Friends?” he asked awkwardly

Desmond: Desmond chewed on the inside of his mouth and nodded quickly. "Okay...I'd like that. Thanks..." he gave him a quick smile before turning away to look for his sandwich, still feeling weird. He found it quickly enough. "Okay...let's go."

Alex: Alex only nodded and followed the boy after grabbing the first sandwich he found as they made their way to the cash and then their way back to the institute in a slightly less awkward silence

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