AU ending - What if Harry was that drunk?

[got_the_points]

"I'm not fucking in love-!" Nix cut himself off with a frustrated growl and ducked to kiss him again, this one more intrusive, with more intent.He didn't argue this time. He didn't tell him that Nix just wished he was Dick, and that he was working something out. Hell, no, he was too drunk for that, the kiss stirring something he didn't know was

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[onlythefinest]

Nix was surprised, but too angry and drunk to care. The alcohol dimmed things, made it hard to think beyond how Harry tasted, sharp and smoky. A lot like Buck. The thought was a good one in that it conjured a dim memory of hands on him, jerking him around, of a hot mouth.

[got_the_points]

It had been too long. Too long since he'd let himself go. He'd never even put himself in this situation, never considered it. And yet, here he was. He grabbed at Nix's shirt, pulling it, scrabbling. He wanted skin, suddenly. God he wanted to show Nix, to prove him wrong, wrong about something.

None of it made sense, but there they were. Hands, and mouths and the weight of a body pressed to him. Harry groaned.

[onlythefinest]

Another surprise that didn't last long enough for him to register it. He was already yanking his shirt off, pulling Harry up into the kiss, not knowing what he wanted, or what he was supposed to do. This wasn't Buck. This was his best friend. This was a mistake.

His hands dragged up Harry's chest, clutching at him until he thought he might leave bruises.

[got_the_points]

It was wrong, some small part of his mind was telling him that. But it was easily ignored right now, shrugging out of his shirt, letting his hands move up a man's chest - Nix's chest - in a way he never imagined.

What the hell were they doing? He didn't know and he didn't care. Not even his drunkeness could be blamed for all of it.

He liked that Nix was rough, breaking the kiss. Head ducked, he bit and sucked at the crook of Lew's neck. There was stubble there, and he tasted so different - not that what Kitty tasted like was anything but a vague memory, possibly an imagining.