#happy to pretend he didnt immediately fall for some dumb drunk boy before they even got really serious

[cosmicbash]

3 for the kiss prompts please

3. Drunk sloppy kiss

"Goddddd I fucking love this bed-" Colson's face is rubbing back and forth along their blankets like a cat. Cheeks pink and eyes squeezed shut in pure bliss while he hugs the bed spread.

Usually such a cute action would warm Marshall's heart a little, maybe pull a forced eye roll and a little scoff from his mouth before he nudges his boyfriend for being so dramatic.

Tonight all it does is make him scowl, hands twitching up and down in concern while he figures out the best way to get his mess of a boyfriend off the bedspread before its ruined. "Yeah, you've said that....twice."

Colson's drunk. Full on plastered, in a state that Marshall hasn't seen in months, not since when they first started hooking up and definitely before they officially decided to call their ever increasing phone calls and sexy reservations something more than just "getting it out of their system".

They're only about two weeks into this whole boyfriend name change and Marshall really didn't think the blonde could make him want to second guess it this quick.

"I know, I know, but, it's just- just sooooo fucking comfy babe. Like laying on a clouuuuud-" Rolling onto his back Colson stretches his arms out even farther. "So big too-"

Marshall's just relieved to see the front of his boyfriend's tight jeans still dry.

Before they'd stumbled their way inside and Colson had thrown himself onto their bed the blonde had probably told him about a dozen times how badly he had to piss. Near whipping his dick out right in front of their room door to relieve himself on the wall.

When he sobers up they're definitely going to have a talk about that, and how his friends can't just deposit the drunkard on their hotel's doorstop and hope for the best.

For now they at least need to get him up and to the bathroom. "Alright. Well appreciate it from afar, before you turn it into a rain cloud."

The best option seems to be pulling the other man up by his arms, so Marshall goes with that. Eyebrows furrowing and mouth scowling at the short bout of resistance Colson gives before finally allowing himself to be pulled forward. "But I'm so comfortable? Come onn-" His whining voice is quickly becoming the source of a headache. "Rainclouds are sick as fuck too, all like gray and lightning-y and- and...wet-"

"Lightning-y?" Marshall grunts, his arms locking tight around Colson's middle as the drunk leans his weight heavily onto his shorter body. "If you some how electrify our bed with your piss I'm calling an ambulance-"

"Piss?" That word at least seems to rouse some life back into the younger rapper. Colson's bloodshot eyes blinking back open and meeting his in an uncomfortably long gaze. "I have to piss."

"Really? Never would have guessed."

Maybe it's because he's sober, maybe he just doesn't have the patience to take care of a partner in this state, Marshall just can't pull more than blunted snark and bit back retorts from his mouth tonight.

A wet kiss being planted on his mouth is the absolute last thing he's expecting though. The sharp taste of vodka and who knows what other alcohol immediately tingling his lips and tongue when Colson unskillfully tries to shove his inside the surprised rapper's mouth.

There's a sudden heat behind the kiss out of nowhere that Marshall can in no way meet, but a quick shove against the brat's sternum breaks them apart. His cheeks flushing a lighter pink that his partner's and his irritation skyrocketing. "Fuck, Colson! Don't kiss me with that nasty bar mouth-" He can taste the alcohol on his teeth. It's disgusting. 11 years of sobriety and the first real taste of vodka he's getting has to be from his trashed boyfriend. "God, gross. Brush your fucking teeth."

He almost wants to punch Colson, and honestly the fact that his brain immediately disregards the suggestion is something he's really gonna need to sit down and think on.

Not tonight though. He can contemplate his feelings AFTER Colson makes it through the evening without pissing on him or any of their furniture.

"Mmm, Sorry baby-" the blonde’s face is ducking down again. That long neck of his almost succeeding in connecting their lips for a second sloppy kiss. If not for the light shove Marshall gives again. "Hmm? Oh. Alright, alright-"

That finally gets Colson standing up right. His glossy blue eyes steeling Marshall with a long stare before the drunk abruptly pulls away and makes his clumsy way towards the bathroom. Every sway and bump into a wall or the doorway testing Marshall's dwindling concern.

This wasn't how he had expected their night to go.

Rolling his tongue in his mouth Marshall can't help but scowl at the empty bed. He's gonna have to brush his teeth too now thanks to that brat. "Fucker."

Shaking his head the brunette gives the room a quick once over and wastes some time fixing the blankets and knocked into furniture before he follows Colson into the bathroom. Fingers crossed the other man doesn't have his head ducked inside the toilet bowl by now.

Seeing Colson swaying in front of the mirror with a toothbrush stuffed in his mouth is a pleasant surprise to say in the least.

"I fucking love this toothpaste-"

"I'm starting to think drunk you loves everything." A smile is tugging at his lips.

"What?" Colson's eyes roll over his way, white foam bubbling around his mouth almost comically. "No I don't." Marshall can't help but snort, even as Colson looks away with another eye roll. "This tooth paste is fucking fire."

"Pretty sure that's just gingivitis."

"You're ginger- jin- ginga......you're a prick."

"Yeah. I know." His feet are carrying him over to his boyfriend. Their bodies bumping softly as his fingers reach out to grab his own toothbrush. A smile officially broke out on his face. "Unfortunately I'm yours though, so you're gonna have to put up with it."

"That's okay." Colson's body bumps him back, toothbrush scrubbing a few more hard times before he spits. Eyes meeting Marshall's gaze in the mirror with a shrug. "I love you too so it's okay."

There's a pause. Both of them staring through the reflection with Marshall's heart suddenly racing in his chest.

"Fuck-" The regret is immediately visible on Colson's flushed face. "Holy fuck I just said that out loud didn't I? Holy shit. I love you, ah! No, I mean, I do, but-" Marshall can practically hear the gears turning at a frantic speed inside the blonde's head while he panics as much as his wasted state will allow. Red eyes widening and sluggish movements growing a little jerkier. "I said that wayyyy to soon. Wow. WOW. I'm like- so fucking sorry dude, Holy shit."

"You love me?" The older rapper can't help but ask to hear it again. Even if it's just some drunk slip up from a boy who he has no doubt will just as quickly pledge his undying love to their showerhead in a few hours.

Colson's voice and expression sobers up for a few seconds though. Body twisting to properly look at him as he answers affirmatively. "Yah. Yah I really freaking do." There's a twinkle of terror replacing that drunk bliss now. Cutting straight through Marshall to his core. "I love you. I deadass love your weird bitchy ass."

They haven't even been dating for two weeks.

He's only just gotten used to calling the toothpick his boyfriend.

He-

"I love you too."

He's once again getting yanked into a sloppy kiss.

At least this time it tastes more minty