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[madeyouachoker]

Characters: Miyamoto Kazushi ♥ Sportstape, Tomochika Kenji ♥ madeyouachoker
When: Day after Event .5
Where: Apartment BLDG C; Room C4
Style: Third
Open or Closed: Semi-Closed
Rating/Warnings: BoysxDrinksxMakeoutparty

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[sportstape]

Kazushi set his grocery bags down at Kenji's feet and went to his bedroom, where he dropped off his new clothes and immediately put on some of his new deodorant. Much better.

Then he approached the second bedroom door. He took a deep breath. What they were doing might be perfectly legal here, but he was still well aware that this was something his parents, coach, and most other adults would disapprove of. The fact that he was checking for Edgeworth just convinced him further.

He knocked three times, softly, and waited. There was no answer. No sound of rustling from within. He closed his eyes and hoped that Edgeworth wasn't in there sleeping, then knocked again, much louder. Still no response. Once more he knocked, as hard as he could, simply because he wanted to make certain that they were alone in the house. It seemed his roommate was truly gone.

"What if he comes in later?" he asked Kenji nervously.

[madeyouachoker]

"Dude, he's not our dad... What are you so nervous about?" Kenji groaned softly, rolling his eyes once more as he reached up to grab a few cups from the overhead cabinets. Luckily this place came with atleast some stuff...

"Just chill out, huh? We're going to have some fun--for once in your life, Kaz."

As he moved to the counter to mix them both up their first drink, he watched his friend anxiously from over the bar top. "If you start drinking with a head like that, you aren't going to enjoy yourself you know."

Had Kazushi ever even had a drink before...?

[sportstape]

"It doesn't matter that he's not our dad," Kazushi said, "He expects us to be responsible, and this is definitely not a responsible way to act."

He sat down at the kitchen table and unzipped his track jacket, hanging it over the back of his chair. He watched Kenji mixing the drinks, fascinated. He worked effortlessly. The smell of alcohol was so strong, even from across the kitchen, that it burned his nose.

"How much stuff do you know to put in? Are you sure you aren't putting too much?"

[madeyouachoker]

"Dude, I know how to mix drinks. Give me a break." Kenji replied with a laugh, stirring up the drinks before making his way over to Kazushi's side. He handed him one--a tall light green drink, filled to the ridge with ice cubes and complete with a little matching umbrella sticking out to the side.

"It's a little strong, yeah--but I'm going to make you STRONG, dude." He laughed, "Have a sip--Tell me what you think."

He had to admit, maybe he'd put a... good bit of alcohol in there. But Kazushi needed to learn! He needed to GROW UP!

[madeyouachoker]

Kenji had the bottle again at this point. He had his head tilted back, the alcohol streaming down the sides of his mouth and over his chin.

However, at the sight of Kazushi emerging from the bathroom wrapped in the shower curtain, he spat all of it out and began to wildly laugh once more, "OH MY GOD, DUDE!" He choked, doubling over as he began to cough away the drops of the drink stuck in his lungs.

His phone was out in the next instant but in his drunken rush, it flipped out of his hand and spun over on the floor at Kazushi's feet, "F-fuckkkk... hahahha... Dude, you totally look like a girl."

He tossed out a hand to catch himself on the bar, the room briefly spinning before he brought himself back to a 'sober' comfort zone, "H-haa, you... are one sexxxyyy lady, dude."

[sportstape]

"If I was a girl," Kazushi began, batting his imaginary long eyelashes, "Would you hit on me?"

He laughed that tears started to roll down his cheeks.

"Am I prettier than Clotho?"

He pretended to float around in the graceful way that she had, but in his drunken state it looked more like a cross between a forward-moving moon walk and the electric slide.

[madeyouachoker]

"Dude, as a MAN you're prettier than Clotho." Kenji snorted, reaching out to grab him by the wrist and yank him back, twirling him around underneath his arm.

"I'd hit on you allll dayyy, babe."

Another snicker and he tugged Kazushi close, knocking their chests together so hard that he let out a tiny gasp of air, "Ow--ah... Hahahah, dude, you'd totally be my girrrrl."

[sportstape]

"Dude, if one of us was gonna be a girl, it'd be you," Kazushi laughed. He must have been laughing nonstop for several minutes. His chest ached. "I can't picture how you'd look as a girl, though, because you're too sticky and you smell like alcohol! Go take a shower!"

[madeyouachoker]

Kenji's eyes went wide at that and he began to laugh, his cheeks a little subconsciously red at the closeness of the other. It was then that he stepped back into the same puddle as Kazushi had--but without meaning to.

His foot hit the water at the wrong angle and he snatched hold of the towel covering Kazushi's body to try and keep his balance. Unfortunately, the lack of stability in both the drunken boys kept him from being able to find good balance before he brought them both tumbling down right into the large puddle of water.

Kenji felt like he'd nearly broken his back. While the pain surged through him like electricity, all he could do was laugh, amused at the way that their bodies had landed with their legs so perfectly weaved in between each other. With Kazushi's chest practically crushing him, it was a wonder he could get a breath out.

And just like before, he found himself oddly enjoying the feeling of physical contact between them.

[sportstape]

"See? If the floor had been bubble wrap, it would have been so awesome to fall! We could roll around and pop all the bubbles!"

Kazushi grabbed Kenji around the middle and rolled around on the floor, using their two bodies as one. As the rolled, he was laughing (no surprise there) and saying, "Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!"

His eyes were closed as he tried with his drunk mind to picture rolling on a bubble wrap floor.

[madeyouachoker]

Kenji 'popped' along with him for the moment but his eyes were opened. The moment Kazushi had stopped rolling them about, he was eying him, staring down at him with a sudden piqued interest.

With his strong athletic arms held so tightly around his midsection, something felt off. And not the 'drunken' sort of off but ... just plain off.

He stared down at him, thinking over a few things rolling around in his mind. Nothing was clear but... Kazushi sure was close. "H-haaah... dude... Hahaha... I'm dizzy..."

He could feel the other's breath on his face with how close they were now. He was holding him down on the floor beneath him with a little force, his lips slightly parted.

"I win." He told him quietly, sinking his fingers a little into his shoulders to hold him in place... to hold him close.

[sportstape]

Kazushi was so dizzy that the room was spinning around them, and he was trying his hardest to focus his eyes on Kenji and figure out what the funny expression on his face was. "Wait," he asked, "What did you win?"

[madeyouachoker]

Kenji let out a soft groan into the kiss when he felt Kazushi so easily return it. Somewhere, far off, a voice in the back of his head was telling him over and over again that he would regret this when he was sober but he ignored it.

His hands were stroking over Kazushi's bare chest, sinking his fingertips into his skin and using it to hold him in place while he met the kiss skillfully. He traced his tongue ever so lightly over his lower lip, hoping for entrance despite his eagerness to push farther quickly.

The fingers in his hair were making his vision so hazy and his body move on it's own.

[sportstape]

Kazushi felt Kenji's tongue asking for entrance, and he parted his lips slightly. He felt a hot rush flow through him that was something completely separate from the alcohol, and he moaned in a deep, throaty way that was almost a purr.

It suddenly seemed unfair to him that almost his entire body was available for Kenji's touch. He released Kenji's hair, ran his hands down Kenji's torso, and slipped them up his shirt. Beneath, the skin was cool and sweaty, but so soft... so deliciously soft... he never wanted to let go.

[madeyouachoker]

Kenji let out an involuntary groan when he felt Kazushi's hands slip over his heated skin, his tongue wiggling its way past newly parted lips. There was no room for words at this point, no room for anything but the lusty sensations he felt overcome him at the tip of his tongue brushing up against Kazushi's, slipping past it, skillfully pressing against it.

"M-Mmmnngh..." He sighed in encouragement, clenching his fingers into his perfect, broad shoulders and tugging him closer, idly wondering to himself how easy it would be to roll him over on top of him. He wanted to feel him crushing him again.

[herr_edgeworth]

Miles noticed it was strangely quiet as he turned the handle to his apartment door. The boys had said they would be back by evening, and usually Miles could hear them talking through the walls. If they were still gone, Miles wouldn’t so much mind, but hopefully they would be back before it got too late.

They’re fine, he assured himself, slowly pushing open the door. They’re responsible, they can take care of themselves. At first, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Positioned toward the kitchen as he closed the door behind him, he noticed a few bags of groceries left on the counter. Perhaps they had come back and gone again? He noticed, though, a glint from the floor which took his attention

[herr_edgeworth]

… Oh.

Oh God.

It was then he noticed the nearly empty liquor bottle sitting in one of the puddles of water.

What would he do? Most of him wanted to turn back around and leave, but where would he go?

Not realizing how long he had been staring, he turned his head away and held his hand up to his face, half to keep himself from looking back, half to hide the very apparent blush which had steadily grown on his cheeks.

… There was nothing else to do.

“Boys,” Miles said briskly, doing his best to sound more authoritative than mortified.

[sportstape]

"Kenji," Kazushi whispered so quietly that it was hardly more than the sound of a sigh or a breath.

Kazushi's eyes fluttered closed and in the familiar darkness behind his eyelids, he was able to exist in a world based solely on the other senses. The feeling of Kenji's fingers gripping his shoulders fiercely... the taste of Kenji's tongue sliding across his own... the word "Boys" that cut through the silence of the apartment, sending a chill down his spine...

"Oh, shit!" he cried, suddenly completely sober, throwing Kenji off of him and leaping to his feet. "What the Hell are you doing, Kenji? I thought you liked girls! Why would you take advantage of me like that?"

He was then very aware that he was nearly naked, his entire body flushed with lingering excitement. He snatched the towel off the floor and wrapped it around his waist.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Edgeworth," he said, giving a quick bow without looking the man in the eyes.

[madeyouachoker]

"M-ME?" Kenji snarled almost immediately in response, all pleasure and happiness leaving him with the single word: "Boys."

He was embarrassed--of course he was but even more so, he was shocked that Kazushi would act as though he were taking ADVANTAGE of him!

He was scrambling to his feet now, his cheeks still scarlet from the crime they'd so nearly committed. "A-Advantage?? You... You were the one--You... DUDE, NO. Dude! You TOTALLY were putting your hands on me before I did! YEAH--I kissed you but WHOSE THE ONE WHO WAS FEELING ME UP? That was you."

He folded his arms, the room spinning so badly that he had to reach out to grab Kazushi again for support, "A-ahhh... G-goddd... d-damn ... ah..."

Really though... What had he been doing...?