[Drabble] One Shot, Two Shots
"MatsuJun... it's going to break if you keep gripping it that hard," Aiba murmured, the smile on his face showing a hint of strain as he gave his friend a questioning look.
Jun blinked, his eyes flickering down to his own white-knuckled grip on his wine glass. Cheeks slightly flushed with embarrassment, he sat the glass down and stammered an apology as he fixed his eyes resolutely on his unfinished dinner.
Aiba frowned and glanced over his shoulder, then back to his friend, his expression knowing. After a moment's contemplation he pushed his still half-unfinished dinner away and signalled for the waiter. "I'm stuffed. Feel like going for a drink?"
Jun looked up, his expression torn between grateful and indignant as he met Aiba's eyes. "But you're not finished."
Aiba shrugged and flashed Jun a wreckless smile. "I ate a late lunch. How about that drink?"
Jun swallowed, his gratitude warring with his pride for a long moment before he reached out and pushed his plate away and gave a friend a firm nod.
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Four hours and 8 beers, 3 shots of vodka and a disgusting amount of chicken wings later (Aiba finished most of those, naturally), Jun was pretty certain he might be drunk.
No, he was pretty sure he was drunk-- he just couldn't remember why this mattered anymore. In fact, he couldn't really focus on much else but Aiba's slurred words, the way his friend's mouth seemed to move in slow motion and the faint, recognizable scent of strawberry shampoo over the stale cigarette smoke floating in the air around them.
Jun never came to places like this. It was dirty, out of order and they were the only two people here under the age of 45.
Jun felt Aiba's hand cover his own as the other slumped against him, murmuring happy, drunken nonsense as he laid his head on Jun's shoulder.
Okay, maybe this place wasn't so bad afterall.
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"Aiba... I can't get you up the stairs by myself! I'm drunk too, you know," Jun hissed, latching onto his anger and frustration in the hopes that it would sober him a little. He tightened his grip on his friend, shaking him a little as he felt him start to slowly sag towards the stairwell again. "If you don't wake up right now I'm going to drop you down the stairs."
Aiba murmured a sleepy apology and straightened a little in Jun's grip, his hand clutching at the back of the other's tshirt as he tried to gather his wits.
Jun sighed, some of his anger draining from him in spite of himself. He really should drop Aiba down the stairs. It would serve him right for being an idiot and getting so piss drunk that Jun had to practically carry him up to his apartment.
"S'ry," Aiba slurred as he pulled himself up higher, burying his face in the juncture of Jun's neck and shoulder and letting out a heavy sigh.
Jun took a deep breath, his grip tightening a little around Aiba's waist as the other huddled unsteadily against him. He let out the breath after a long moment, the anger gone from his voice, replaced with a sort of fond resignation. "You know we went out drinking so you could cheer me up..."
"Not happy now, MatsuJun?" Aiba asked-- or at least that's what Jun thought he asked. The words were hard to make out when his heart was pounding quite so loudly in his ears.
"... idiot. You should go sleep."
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"You can undress yourself, you know," Jun deadpanned at his friend, his mouth pulled into an angry line as he watched Aiba sprawl on top of his covers and proceed to settle into soft snoring while still fully dressed.
Jun wasn't sure how long he stood there, transfixed by the way Aiba's lips parted in his sleep before he finally was able to move again, his hands reaching out to lift the other's legs up onto the bed.
"Hope you stay happy, MatsuJun," Aiba mumbled as Jun helped his settle against the pillows. "...want to make you happy."
Jun stared at Aiba's face for a long moment, his fingertips drifting in a featherlright touch against the other's hair. He sighed and pulled his hand away, smiling a little to himself as he reached down to pull the covers up over his friend. "Idiot."
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"Mou... my head," Aiba groaned, his voice rough as he flopped down at his kitchen table dressed in his clothes from the day before and with his hair sticking up at odd angles around his head. "I'm dying, MatsuJun."
"You're not dying." Jun sighed, thrusting a cup of coffee in front of the other and giving him an irritated look. "It's called a hangover."
"I'm pretty sure I got hit by a truck on the way home last night and you're not telling me," Aiba insisted, his eyes half-closed as he lifted the coffee to his lips and took a sip.
"If you wanted to know how you got home last night you shouldn't have drank that much," Jun pointed out, huffing slightly as he took a sip of his own coffee.
Aiba gave a slight nod, sipping at his coffee in silence as he tried to ignore the pounding at his temples.
Jun sipped at his own coffee absently, pausing a few times to glare at Aiba over the rim of his cup. No one with hair that messy from sleep who was still wearing clothes from the day before and smelled like stale cigarette smoke should have looked that cute. "You need a shower."
Aiba grunted, giving a slight nod as he sat his coffee cup aside and lifted his eyes to look at his friend fully for the first time that morning. He watched the other for a long moment, his expression taking on that curiously serious look that he sometimes got when he was thinking something over.
With a soft sound and a tired smile Aiba stood slowly from the table and reached out to toussle his friend's neatly styled hair. "Next time you stay over you can share my bed. Sleeping on the floor will make you stiff."
Jun froze, his mouth hanging open a little as he listened to Aiba's footsteps as he moved down the hallway toward the bathroom.