Unsatisfactory

Considering the chances of us meeting again like this in similar circumstances... would have been almost one in a thousand. Normally.

But since we’re so lacking in the normal department in the first place, I guess it makes sense that we did meet again like this then.

“You’re fucking staring.”

Though I admit...

“I told you to stop fucking staring at me.” He growled at me as he swayed a little on his seat.

This is not how I thought the night would go at all.

I smirked for a moment, though I am a little concerned now that I see him glaring at me angrily and pointing a finger dangerously close to my eye.

“Don’t point, Luc. It’s rude.”

“Shut the hell up, M’Dohl-y. You don’t know what the shit you’re talkin’ about.”

Again, I emphasize the lack of normality in our situation. I was also unaware at how vulgar he could be. And... Did he just call me M’Dohly....? I turn to the gruff looking man sitting on the bar, practically laughing his ass off. This is his entire fault... Bastard. Now look what I have to deal with.

“Viktor, what the hell did you give him?” I shouted over to him.

“Hahaha! Nothing! It’s ale! Normal ale!” Viktor boomed merrily at me.

“How much did he drink...” I asked, fearing the answer I might get from that one.

“Four.” It was Flik who answered this time. “Don’t even ask how much Viktor’s had.”

“Hahahahaha!! The kid just can’t hold his liquor!” Viktor laughed loudly. Gods... I’m afraid to imagine how much the bear man had to drink.

As I turn my attention back to Luc. He’s slumped over on the table, muttering something to himself... no... Not muttering. He’s giggling.

Oh gods...

“Okay buddy.” I got up from my seat, walking over to his side and took him by the arm. “Let’s go, time for bed.”

“NOooouuuu...” He drew out long enough before falling back into another fit of giggles, but he didn’t pull away. I can’t really blame him seeing how he’s decently wasted.

He is so going to regret this all in the morning, headaches and all. Hah, and the fact that I’m keeping notes and I’m not letting him live this down for a long while. Grumpy ol’ Luc, giggling like a pansy... who’d ever thought it was possible?

“C’mon.” I sling his right arm over my neck while I wrapped my left arm around his waist to support him.

Again, he started doing that strange “Nooo” of his. But instead of trying to move away, he leaned onto me more. Wow... I’m kinda glad he’s such a scrawny guy. I nod at the others as I escorted Luc out of the bar, getting a few waves here and there. Shit... I would have appreciated it more if they’d stop waving and just help me carry him up to his room.

The bastards.

The next few minutes were unexpectedly uneventful... sorta. I managed to steer Luc back into his room with only a few encounters with the wall as he seemed determined to walk right into them. And now, there he is, sitting on the bed, again.... muttering.

Yeah... it’s muttering this time at least.

“Hey... hurry up and go to sleep.” I told him in a quiet voice.

“No.” he said bluntly in a certain tone that caught me off guard.

Is he... sober already? Again... the muttering. I lean closer to him to hear what he’s saying. Instead he looks up to me, stoic as his voice just was... those beautiful green eyes were looking right into mine.

... He’s so close I could...

“I told you to stop fucking staring at me.” He growled at me again.

He’s rude when he’s sober and now he’s ruder when he’s wasted. Not to mention he cusses a lot. I frown at him.

“I can’t help it when you’re so damned effeminate.” I was just kidding. A little. He could really pass up as a girl if he wanted to. A pretty face like that... the girly figure... those damned beautiful green eyes...

It’s a little scary.

“What?” his voice was calm and straight. If I hadn’t known he was drinking earlier, I wouldn’t have thought he was drunk after hearing the rest of what he wanted to say. “Do you want to kiss me?”

Unfortunately I remind myself, he is drunk. And unfortunately my mind told me in return... I do want to kiss him.

Ah, shit.

I lean closer, took my chances... and I kissed him. Serves him right was the first thought that came into my head. Teasing me like this when I’ve been trying to so hard to hold back on him for a long time now... especially now when he’s so damned vulnerable. I wonder... if he’ll even remember any of this tomorrow. And if he did... would I be able to kiss him again? But if he doesn’t remember... then I can just...

AH! Finally, I decide to pull away. Thoughts like that weren’t healthy. I wasn’t going to take advantage of this moment. I can’t. I won’t. Well at least, I tried to pull away. The moment I made a move to part from him, Luc’s hands moved off the bed and grabbed me by the front of the shirt, pulling me down with him as he lay back on the bed.

Damn it.

“Luc...” I breathed against his lips. “Let go...”

“Do you want to kiss me...?” he asked me again, his breath hot against my skin. Gods... you know I do you jerk... Why do you even have to ask? “Do you...?”

Damn it!

Again, I didn’t answer... I just went for it, kissing his parted lips, daring to push my tongue into his mouth. I heard him moan gently into the kiss and felt him pull me closer. It felt so good... I didn’t care if the taste of that horrible ale lingered in my mouth after this. As long as it was him, I could go on without complaints.

I could now feel his hands wander away from my shirt, crawling beneath... playfully... until they reached my belt. Wait... no. I need to stop. He needs to stop. He really shouldn’t be untying tha-Oh geez!

I yelped, surprised at how quickly he managed to get my belt loose and sneak his hands into the front of my pants.

“Luc... we shouldn’t...” I say to him, flushing deeply as I look into his eyes before kissing him again.

“I know.” He said just as breathlessly, parting our lips for a moment and continuing on. “So tell me to stop.”

Gods... I hate you. I could sense his hands teasing me, leaving me very little choice but to cling to my thinning patience. How can he ask things he knew the answers to? I don’t want to stop... I don’t want to stop him. But if he doesn’t stop... I won’t be able to control myself anymore.

He then gently squeezed my length in his grasp.

“Tell me to stop.”

What the hell is this? Just a few moments ago he was walking into walls and giggling like a little girl. Now he knows exactly what I’m thinking. He knows. He knows I want him so badly.

Luc, you liar. You’re such a fucking liar. You’re not drunk are you?

“Tell me to stop.” He repeated, softly this time against my ear. I hissed as I felt him squeeze me again.

“Don’t...” I gasped against his neck as I felt him caress my need. “Luc, don’t or I’ll—”

And suddenly, it did stop. I felt his touch grow slack and his breathing calmed against my ear. Oh no he didn’t...

I push myself off him to look at his face. He wasn’t moving. His eyes were closed, he was breathing deeply. Obviously... Luc was asleep.

“....”

You little fucker.

[END.]