#natsu dravneel

[splendidlyimperfect]

**I know this was supposed to be for Christmas but hey, at least I finally finished it!**

When a taxi refuses to take Sting to the airport because they won't accept his service dog, a charming stranger named Rogue offers to drive him instead. The act of kindness gets Sting home to his brother Natsu and the rest of his family in time for Christmas, but Sting can't help hoping that he'll run into Rogue again.

Chapter Summary: Sting, Rogue, Natsu and Gray play 'Never Have I Ever.'

Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Fairy Tail Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Natsu Dragneel/Gray Fullbuster, Rogue Cheney/Sting Eucliffe Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Christmas, Family Fluff, Home for Christmas, Meet-Cute, Airports, Blind Character, Disabled Character, Fluff, seriously just lots of fluff, Sting and Natsu are brothers, and are total shits to each other, Power Outage, Drinking, Drinking Games, Never Have I Ever, Truth or Dare, Kissing, First Kiss, Literal Sleeping Together, Making Out

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“I can’t believe your parents have tequila.”

Natsu’s voice came from somewhere to Sting’s left, where he was curled up on the basement sofa. They had pushed both couches together, as close to the fireplace as possible, and Sting could just feel the heat from Rogue’s body where he was sitting next to – but not quite touching – Sting.

“It was a gift,” Gray said, dropping a pile of blankets onto Sting’s lap. “My aunt and uncle brought it back from Mexico.”

“Wasn’t that like… eight years ago?” Natsu asked.

“Mm.”

“So, what I’m hearing is that they won’t miss it if we drink it all.”

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“You’re going to drink an entire bottle of tequila?” Sting asked, reaching out with his foot and trying to kick Natsu on the other sofa. He didn’t quite connect, but the shift brought him close enough that his knee rested against Rogue’s.

“No,” Natsu corrected, “we are going to drink an entire bottle of tequila.”

Sting snorted. “Last time you drank tequila, you go mugged by a fox.”

“A fox?” Rogue sounded curious.

“A literal fox,” Sting explained, laughing at the indignant sound Natsu made. “We were heading home through the park and he told me he wanted to pet this dog, but it ended up being a fox.”

“It looked like a dog,” Natsu insisted.

“Mhmm. It came up close enough to grab his bag off the back of the wheelchair and take off through the park.”

Rogue’s laugh was warm and rich, and it made Sting want to curl up against him. “Well,” Rogue said, “at least you got a good story out of it.”

“Oh, Natsu has lots of good stories,” Sting said, tossing a pillow in Natsu’s general direction. He was satisfied when it hit Natsu and he made a surprised sound. “He’s kind of an idiot.”

“Look,” Natsu started.

“Can’t,” Sting replied, and it took a second for Rogue to get it and start to laugh again.

“You’re the worst,” Natsu grumbled, and Sting could hear the lid being unscrewed from what he assumed was the bottle of tequila. “As if you’ve never done something stupid.” Lector, who was curled up on the couch next to Sting, gave a soft woof. “See, Lector agrees with me.”

“Now I’m curious,” Rogue said. “We do have all night to tell embarrassing stories.”

“That hardly seems fair,” Gray commented. “None of us know anything embarrassing about you.”

“Let’s find out then,” Natsu said. “Never have I ever!” Sting groaned, but when a shot glass was pressed into his hand, he didn’t argue.

“I need you to make sure the two of them are drinking when they should be,” Sting said to Rogue. “Natsu likes to cheat.”

“I do not,” Natsu said indignantly. “I, unlike you, can hold my liquor.”

“Oh, fuck off,” Sting muttered. When he felt a warm hand brush against his fingers he jumped, then realized it was just Rogue letting him know he was filling the shot glass.

“Sorry.”

“No, it’s okay.” Sting swallowed, hoping his cheeks weren’t pink. “Just surprised me, that’s all.”

Rogue left his hand against Sting’s for a moment longer, then leaned across him to hand what Sting assumed was the tequila bottle to Gray. This close, Sting could smell Rogue’s shampoo – it smelled like apples.

“All right,” Natsu said when everyone had their tequila. “Never have I ever broken my toe walking into a wall.”  

“First of all,” Sting said, gesturing at Natsu with his glass, “Fuck you, I’m blind. Second of all, it was one hundred percent your fault and you know it.” He tossed the shot back and made a face, then held the glass out for Gray to refill.

“It was only partially my fault,” Natsu insisted. “Forty percent, at most. The rest of the blame goes to Lector.”

“He was a puppy,” Sting insisted, scratching behind Lector’s ears. Rogue laughed beside him and something warm settled in Sting’s stomach. “Fine,” Sting said, gesturing in Natsu’s direction. “Never have I ever tried to go through a drive-thru when I wasn’t in a vehicle.”

“Okay,” Natsu said, “in my defense, I was drunk, the sign said ‘no walk up service,’ and I was not walking.”

“I felt awful for the cashier,” Sting said. He tipped his head toward Rogue. “When she told him ‘no walk ups’ he told her it was discrimination, and she ended up giving him free chicken nuggets.”

“You weren’t complaining when you ate half of them,” Natsu insisted. “Also, Rogue drank too.”

Sting raised an eyebrow and reached out for Rogue’s hand, tapping the shot glass to make sure Natsu wasn’t lying. He could hear a quiet hitch in Rogue’s breath when Sting’s fingers brushed the inside of his wrist, and when he didn’t pull back, Sting let the touch linger.  

“I was, um… on a skateboard,” Rogue admitted. Once Sting had verified the glass was empty, Rogue held it out to Gray for a refill. He shifted his other hand onto Sting’s knee, and the warm sensation turned into a thrill that ran up Sting’s arm into his chest.

“You know how to skateboard?” Gray asked.

Rogue sighed. “I was kind of a, uh… skater-slash-emo kid in high school,” he admitted.

Natsu burst out laughing. “I guess it’s not too hard to picture that. You’ve definitely got the hair for it. It’s black and pretty long.” The last statement was directed at Sting, who had already reached out to touch Rogue’s hair without thinking. Instead of pulling away, Rogue leaned into Sting’s hand, letting him run his fingers along to the back of his head where it was tied up in a ponytail.

“It’s, uh…” The words stuck in Sting’s throat and he swallowed hard. “Soft. And nice.” He quickly withdrew his hand, but Rogue didn’t pull away. Instead he ran his thumb across Sting’s knee and mumbled, “Thanks.”

“All right,” Gray interrupted, and Sting breathed a sigh of relief. “Natsu already went, so it’s Rogue’s turn now.”

“Oh.” Rogue shifted next to Sting until they were pressed together, knee to hip, then said, “Never have I ever been arrested in a foreign country.”

Sting could hear Gray’s sigh as he tossed back his shot and muttered, “It was a misunderstanding and you know it.”

“You got arrested?” Sting asked incredulously. Gray was the kind of person who would find five dollars on the ground and spend three hours looking for the person who dropped it. “This is a story I have to hear.”

~

Two hours later, Sting was comfortably drunk, and they had switched to ‘Truth or Dare.’ Gray had argued that they weren’t in high school, but Natsu had teased him about being too chicken to play and he had acquiesced.

“What,” Natsu said to Sting, giggling, “was the worst sex you ever had?”

Sting groaned, tipping his head back against Rogue’s arm that was draped lazily across his shoulders. He’d removed his sweater at some point and Rogue’s fingers brushed against his bare arm now, tracing lazy circles on the skin of his bicep.

“You’re an asshole,” Sting said to Natsu.

“It was Lisa, wasn’t it?” Natsu snickered.

“Yes,” Sting grumbled. “We were both sixteen and the only reason she wanted to sleep with me was because she was self-conscious, and I couldn’t see her.” Rogue snorted. “She was terrible!” Sting added, waving the hand that wasn’t holding his shot glass for emphasis. “Just like… laid there. Like a… a fish.”

“A fish?” Rogue asked, laughing.

Sting frowned. “No, a…” He shook his head, gesturing vaguely. “I can’t do the words. ‘m a bit drunk.”

“Just a bit?” Gray asked. Sting stuck out his tongue in Gray’s direction. “Nice one. Okay, whose turn is it?”

“Yours,” Natsu said.

“No, I took off my pants. It’s Rogue’s turn. Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

Sting sighed and was about to tell Natsu that he wasn’t allowed to dare anyone else to eat hot sauce when Gray said, “I dare you to kiss Sting.”

Sting’s cheeks immediately flushed hot and he felt Rogue tense against him. The gentle touch against his arm stopped and the contented sensation in Sting’s stomach quickly turned to an anxious mess.

“You don’t have—”

“Can I?” Rogue shifted on the couch until he was facing Sting, moving the hand from Sting’s arm to tentatively touch the back of his neck.

“You…” Sting’s mouth went dry and he hoped nobody could hear his heart pounding when Rogue moved closer. “Um. Yes. Very much yes.”  

Rogue’s fingers slid into Sting’s hair, hand trembling as he murmured, “Good.” Then he pulled Sting closer and kissed him.

Oh, Sting thought as his heart stuttered and skipped a few beats. He quickly returned the kiss, leaning into Rogue and bringing a hand up to touch his cheek. Rogue made a soft sound against Sting’s lips that sent sparks straight to his stomach and Sting kissed back harder, tipping Rogue’s chin up with gentle fingers.

After a second, they both pulled back and Rogue pressed his forehead against Sting’s, letting out a quiet sigh. Sting moved his hand down to Rogue’s neck, enjoying the way Rogue’s heartbeat fluttered under his fingertips.  

“And with that,” Natsu said, voice only slightly teasing, “I think it’s time for bed.”

~

As soon as Natsu and Gray were upstairs, Rogue’s hand made its way back into Sting’s. “You okay?” he asked.

Sting swallowed, sliding their fingers together and nodding. “I—yeah. You?”

“Yeah.”

A gentle silence hung between them for a moment and then Rogue asked, “Can I…”

Sting couldn’t help the smile that crept across his face as he answered Rogue’s fragmented question with a kiss. Rogue sighed happily against him, this time bringing both hands up to run through Sting’s curls as he quickly deepened the kiss. Sting opened up to him, tasting the tequila on Rogue’s lips.

“C’mere,” Rogue murmured, pushing himself back against the couch and nudging Sting’s hip. Sting quickly shifted onto Rogue’s lap, legs on either side of his thighs, and when Rogue’s lips pressed against his neck, he let out a quiet sigh.

“You’re gorgeous,” Rogue murmured against Sting’s skin, nipping at his earlobe and sliding his hands down and under Sting’s shirt.

“’m gonna take Natsu’s word on you being good looking,” Sting said, laughing. “He keeps telling me he has good taste, and I think this time he’s right.” Rogue smiled against his skin, pulling him closer and continuing to kiss across his neck and down his shoulder.

“C’mere,” Sting murmured, tipping Rogue’s chin up. He ran his hands over Rogue’s collarbone, up his neck and across his face. Rogue sat still as Sting traced his features with gentle fingertips – high cheekbones, soft eyelashes, a dimple in his cheek. “You’ve got a scar here,” Sting said when he felt the uneven skin across the bridge of Rogue’s nose.

“Mm.” Rogue leaned into Sting’s touch. “The unfortunate side effect of skateboarding is falling on your face occasionally.” He brought his hand up to Sting’s face and ran his finger along Sting’s eyebrow. “You’ve got one here.”

Sting laughed. “The unfortunate side effect of being blind and having a brother who is kind of an asshole,” he said, “is that you occasionally fall into swimming pools.”

Rogue leaned up and gently pressed a kiss to the scar, then rubbed their noses together. “Better?”

“Better.” Sting giggled, tipping his head forward and resting it on Rogue’s shoulder. “I think I’m kinda drunk.”

Rogue laughed, kissing Sting’s temple and wrapping both arms around him. “Me too,” he said, then yawned suddenly. “Mm. I wanna keep kissing you but I’m gonna fall asleep.”

“Same,” Sting said, nuzzling Rogue’s cheek. “Sleep with me?” Before Rogue could answer he added, “I mean—not like that, actually sleep, I’m too drunk to…”

“I know,” Rogue said, smiling as he kissed the corner of Sting’s mouth. “And yes.”

~

Sting woke up to the familiar weight of Lector across his legs, and a warm body pressed against his chest. Rogue. A smile crept across Sting’s face as he nuzzled the back of Rogue’s neck and kissed it.

“Mornin’,” Rogue mumbled, stirring under Sting’s arm. He yawned, stretching and turning to face Sting. “You sleep okay?”

“Mm.” Sting shivered at the feeling of gentle fingertips drawing patterns across his stomach, exhaling shakily when a soft kiss was placed on his neck. Rogue hummed against Sting’s skin, thumb rubbing circles over his hipbone.

“Is the power back on?” Sting asked as Rogue trailed kisses across his neck to the hollow of his throat.  

“Mhmm.” Rogue’s hand drifted up Sting’s side, brushing along his bare skin and shifting against him until they were pressed chest to chest. “’s still early though.”

Sting exhaled, pulling Rogue closer to him and grinning when he felt Rogue hard against his thigh. “You don’t seem very sleepy,” he murmured, slipping his leg between Rogue’s and pressing forward. Rogue exhaled shakily and shook his head.

“’m not,” he said, rolling his hips and bringing one hand down to the waist of Sting’s sweatpants.

“Good,” Sting said, nudging Rogue’s hand further down. “’cause I really like you, and I want you to touch me.”

Rogue’s fingers trailed across Sting’s sweatpants and Sting could hear the smile in his voice. “I think I can do that,” he said as Sting ran gentle fingers through his hair and pulled him back in for a kiss. “And I really like you, too.”