Allelujah was currently laying on his bed, propped up against the wall with a book in his hands, reading through it slowly. There was the slight sound of rolling metal, then a small clank as something pushed open his door. With a surprised frown, Allelujah glanced up from his book to see... nothing. His door was slightly open, but otherwise he noted nothing important.
"What in the...?" He paused, brow furrowed, then shrugged and turned back to his book. Before he could even begin the next line, however, there was a small "clink" at the base of his bed. He turned to look down at the floor, and in turn the source, and saw...
"Oh man, Lockon is not going to like this..."
The Haro had rolled it's way into Allelujah's room sans owner, but what stuck him as more important was that the mechanical ball had clearly been in the hands of one of the girls. There was blush, false eye-lashes, eye liner, and even some smears of what he presumed to be lipstick. Eyes wide, Allelujah picked up the Haro to look at it. "Lockon won't like this at all
The alcohol was kicking in, so when Lockon reached over to brush at his hair he wavered a bit. He didn't seem perturbed by the action, and actually ended up leaning against his friend's side. "I don't wanna lose my Gundam... And I like not being keelhauled... what's keelhauled?"
Quite tipsy now, but not wanting to get in trouble with Sumeragi-san, he filled another shot and downed it. Five down, and half a bottle left. The boy was doomed to be drunk by the end of the bottle. The world was a sort of slightly-brighter, smoother place now, and Lockon's shoulder was very comfortable...
Allelujah was oblivious to Hallelujah's mildly-drunken "Gaaaay" rumbling at the back of his mind, and only snuggled in closer to Lockon as he leaned in. "Mm, that sounds unpleasant... I bet I could hold my breath that long..." no he couldn't, but he was tipsy enough not to care right now. He held out his glass for another shot; the whiskey was entirely too enjoyable of an experience to give up.
"I'm glad you feel good, Lockon. Maybe we should do more than just drink together... you know?" And still completely oblivious to the homoerotic tone he was taking.
"I'm not really sure..." Loaded question or not, Allelujah wasn't really thinking straight anymore as he slammed another glass. "I like to write... maybe you'd listen, sometime? Oh... If you do something fun, maybe I could watch or listen or..." he trailed off, his glass suddenly fascinating.
And Allelujah was hardly objecting, as he shrugged his thin jacket from his shoulders and curled up against Lockon's side, still a bit warm despite being only in a single layer of clothing. Without really thinking about it, he tugged his shirt off over his head and threw it aside, the alcohol convincing him that this wasn't at all an awkward thing to do. There was no commentary from Hallelujah, who was just as drunk as his mild counterpart. "I bet you do," he said, slumping against the other man's frame. "And sure, I'll read for you sometime..."
The young man, normally so reserved and reclusive, was for once not at all reluctant to allow himself to be drawn into another's arms. He slowly closed his eyes, his vision slightly blurred with the alcohol, his skin tingling softly as he shifted to gently grasp at Lockon, the strangely familiar scent of cologne. Nothing was wrong with the world right now, insofar as Allelujah was concerned.
No resistance, no objections, Allelujah was more than happy to press into Lockon as those arms wrapped around him. Maybe there was something inherently wrong with it, but right now, Allelujah didn't care if it was. Those warm arms were safe, protecting, caring... all the things he wouldn't give up for the world. "Mm... then don't," he suggested gently, lips inches from Lockon's chest.
"Ah?" The sound that slipped from his mouth wasn't one of annoyance, or even of surprise, so much of just a soft, almost innocent reaction to the situation. Looking up at Lockon and trying to sort out his own thoughts through the muddle of the alcohol, he couldn't help slowly running his fingers up along the swell of the other man's bicep. What was this feeling he was having? His chest felt tingly, his stomach fluttery, and without conscious thought he pulled himself up enough to press his lips firmly to the man above him. All that strength, all that danger, all that fear, all of it had receded for a time for the sake of this gorgeous, wonderful man hold him close.
"What in the...?" He paused, brow furrowed, then shrugged and turned back to his book. Before he could even begin the next line, however, there was a small "clink" at the base of his bed. He turned to look down at the floor, and in turn the source, and saw...
"Oh man, Lockon is not going to like this..."
The Haro had rolled it's way into Allelujah's room sans owner, but what stuck him as more important was that the mechanical ball had clearly been in the hands of one of the girls. There was blush, false eye-lashes, eye liner, and even some smears of what he presumed to be lipstick. Eyes wide, Allelujah picked up the Haro to look at it. "Lockon won't like this at all
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Quite tipsy now, but not wanting to get in trouble with Sumeragi-san, he filled another shot and downed it. Five down, and half a bottle left. The boy was doomed to be drunk by the end of the bottle. The world was a sort of slightly-brighter, smoother place now, and Lockon's shoulder was very comfortable...
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"I'm glad you feel good, Lockon. Maybe we should do more than just drink together... you know?" And still completely oblivious to the homoerotic tone he was taking.
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"Mm... then don't," he suggested gently, lips inches from Lockon's chest.
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