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St. Patrick’s Day Fic!

Hamburr- “You know, you don’t have to do this”

They were almost at the door when Aaron stopped, stepped back.  Hesitated.

“You know, you don’t have to do this,” Alex reassured him, wishing more than anything to know what was going on in Aaron’s head.

“Yeah, I know.”  Aaron turned to him and smiled, and Alex relaxed.  It was only a half-genuine smile, half-meant to reassure Alex back, but he’d take it.  Maybe he was nervous, but he seemed sincerely willing to try this out.

He opened the door, and the muffled noise erupted in full, surrounding them before they’d even stepped inside, before Aaron closed the door behind them.  It was harder for Aaron to hide his nerves now, but his smile was every bit as determined as it was anxious as he inhaled through his nose, before turning to Alex to ask, “Where’s the host?”

Sean’s annual St. Patrick’s Day Party.  Unlike most of Alex’s friends, he’d actually managed to get a house on campus, which made his place their go-to for ragers, especially for this holiday.  Alex had never been able to convince Aaron to go before, but this year he didn’t even have to — Aaron had asked him about his plans, and whether his friends would mind if he joined.  Which of course they wouldn’t, but Alex was still worried that Aaron might; parties had never exactly been Aaron’s scene, he’d never been fully comfortable around Alex’s friends, and he’d told Alex on more than one occasion that he found St. Patrick’s Day a little offensive.

But of course Aaron was welcome to come, and he actually seemed to be doing okay here.  He introduced himself to Sean in an oddly formal way that had made the guy laugh, flirted with one of the girls standing next to Sean — Brittany — and then hit the dance floor with surprising ease.  He wasn’t the most comfortable with the large group that was already grinding, but he made do pulling a few girls in here and there, twirling them and teasing them, moves subtle but smooth, not stiff or awkward like Alex had feared.

“You know,” a voice said next to Alex’s ear, making him jump, “you don’t have to chaperone him.”

It was Jason.  Alex was always a little more awkward around him since their hookup back in January.  No hard feelings or anything — Jason was straight and curious, and decided Alex wasn’t his thing, and Alex had kinda figured anyway before they started.  It was just that going back to being friends (or, well, friendly acquaintances; they were never really close) wasn’t that easy after a sloppy blowjob in a bathroom stall, and the fact that it was easy for Jason only made it more awkward for Alex.

(It was stupid, really.  He’d gone back to being friends with plenty of exes just fine, hookups, even some of the other straight guys.  Maybe it was Jason’s misplaced confidence that made it weird.  Sure, it could’ve been the fact that he wasn’t into Alex that had made him an underwhelming experience, but it seemed more likely that he was one of those guys that assumed his good looks would carry him through it, especially since his ex Valerie had complained about the exact same thing in confidence.  He almost wanted to warn the girls he flirted with, but that seemed a little mean, and he’d probably get accused of being petty if Jason or one of his friends found out.)

“I know,” Alex said, perhaps a little too defensive, “I just worry about him, you know?  He doesn’t know any of you guys, I wasn’t sure—”

“Well it looks like he’s doing just fine to me, so.  Why don’t you enjoy yourself?  Grab a few melon balls,” Jason suggested with a shrug.

“Thanks,” Alex said as Jason left, trying not to think too hard about that word choice.

Alex took one last look at Aaron, a small but real smile playing on his lips as he let himself dance like an idiot in front of a girl, making her laugh… and headed for the bar to grab that drink.

An hour or so later, Sean’s girlfriend Casey suggested a game of spin-the-bottle, so the living room dance floor was replaced by a circle of ten, while the dancers moved downstairs. Aaron, to Alex’s surprise, did not go with them, instead opting to join the circle.  Alex was of course going to play, as soon as he poured himself a glass of water to hydrate after his first melon ball of the night; he wanted to pace himself tonight.  Casey decided they should sit boy-girl-boy-girl, so Alex ended up sitting between Casey and Leila while Aaron sat between Valerie and that girl Brittany from earlier, directly across from Alex.

Casey started of course, giving Sean a sassy smirk when she landed on Brandon before she went to town on him, eyes opening intermittently to see if it was getting to Sean.  (It wasn’t.)  Alex got Valerie, who’d apparently put on way too much tropical-scented perfume for his liking, making her smell like a hurricane hit a mango plantation, but she tasted like pizza and Guinness and she didn’t mind his overuse of tongue too much. (He knew he needed to work on that, but 30 seconds didn’t give him a lot of time to adjust his technique.)  Leila landed on Sean, who teased Casey every bit as hard as she’d teased him before; Brandon got Brittany; and Valerie got Kelley, who commented on the scent in a way that suggested she enjoyed it almost as much as Valerie’d enjoyed fondling her rack (not that he blamed her — Kelley was blessed).

Then it was Aaron’s turn to go, and he spun with no hesitation.

“Who are you and what’ve you done with my roommate?” Alex quipped.

Aaron chuckled good-naturedly.  “Told him to lighten up.  Even boring, uptight hermits need to let loose once in a while.”

Leave it to Aaron to quote Alex’s own words back to him.  He had a habit of doing that, which Alex was sure would make him a great lawyer one day, but there was no bite to it; the insults that once littered their arguments were now self-deprecating monikers they’d reclaim precisely for moments like this, where they’d remind each other how far they’d come since freshman year.  Since becoming friends.

Aaron was looking at Alex.

“What?” he asked. Aaron cast his eyes down towards the bottle, then back to Alex, signaling him.  Alex looked down.

Oh.

“What are you waiting for?” Casey urged, “You wanna play this game or not?”

Aaron looked conflicted, and Alex quickly jumped in before his friends could chime in, “You don’t have to kiss me, Aaron, go ahead and spin again if you want to—”

“What?!” Kelley squawked at an octave that could crack glass, “No, you don’t get to get out of it!  If Val and I had to kiss, so do you two!”

“You’re both bi, though,” Alex pointed out.

Valerie sighed.  “Alexander, I told you, I find our contemporary use of labels divisive and limiting—”

The group let out a loud groan, Alex loudest of all.

“You know what I mean,” he said stubbornly, “Aaron’s straight, it’s different for him.”

“It’s fine, Alexander,” Aaron cut in, “Let’s just get it over with.”  He turned to Casey.  “How long are we supposed to do this for?”

“30 seconds to a minute.  It’s not an exact science.  Just enough to make it juicy.  And it has to be open mouth, on the mouth.  No weirdly-long-peck-on-the-cheek loopholes, ‘kay?”  She winked.  “Have fun.”

Alex’s stomach was fluttering with so many conflicting emotions it was hard to keep track of them all.  Was he excited?  Scared?  Both? A part of him had always kind of wondered about Aaron, but now that they were friends and he was finally comfortable around Alex in a way he hadn’t been when they met…

It was one thing to be uncomfortable around an acquaintance or two.  It was another to be uncomfortable around Aaron, his only real constant at Princeton other than his own drive to succeed.

Was Aaron uncomfortable?

He was inching at a snail’s pace towards Alex, as if approaching a ticking time bomb.  That determined look was back in his eyes again, but it was hard to tell what else he was feeling, his face kept carefully calm and blank.  Alex had always wanted Aaron to fit in with the rest of his friends, but he wasn’t sure he wanted it like this.

“You know,” Alex said softly when their faces were a foot apart, “You don’t have to do this.”

Aaron answered this with one of his softer, kinder smiles, his eyes warmer.  Gentle.

“I know, Alexander. It’s okay.”

Alex wasn’t sure if it was the reassuring tone or that face, but something inside him relaxed, and he dared to hope that Aaron was right.

“Okay,” he breathed.

With that, Aaron cupped the back of Alex’s neck, closed his eyes, and pulled him in.  Their lips met.

Oh.

Oh no.