Bryn squeaked in surprise, jolting as Zack started to feel him up. This wasn't exactly new territory but it also didn't happen often. And Zack almost never instigated. And god this felt nice, even though Bryn knew he was only doing it because he was drunk off his ass. He tangled his hands in Zacks's hair, gently pulling his head away from Bryn's stomach even as he relaxed into the touch. "Zack… not right now, okay? Let's get you to bed first."
Zack’s head fell back with the pulling of his hair, but his hands continued going up to feel all the lines he could. It felt nice on his rough fingers, and drunk Zack liked it a lot.
“Mmm… why not? Your skin is nice.” He strained a little against Bryn’s hands, trying to make it back to his skin with faint gasps of pain as his hair obviously was pulled.
It felt good for a very sober Bryn too. Goosebumps raised under Zack's fingers as he fought to stay fully composed. He winced when he realized he was hurting Zack, releasing his hair immediately, and swallowed nervously. His weight shifted from foot to foot. "Zack, please. I don't like doing this out in the open."
Zack leaned his head forward again and he ran his lips back and forth on a patch of skin, like he was nuzzling it or something. He didn’t seem to hear or be paying attention to his boyfriend as he just felt his skin, his eyelashes tickling his stomach, too. Zack seemed to be having too much fun.
If Zack had been paying attention, he'd notice the way Bryn's lips had pressed into a flat little line of displeasure. He didn't want to push Zack away but he didn't want to keep doing this here and he didn't know if Zack would listen if he said no. In fact, he almost knew he wouldn't. His hands came to rest on Zack's shoulders, pushing lightly. "Zack, I don't…"
Zack whimpered faintly as he was pushed but fell back anyway, his own lips now taught with unhappiness. He snuggled with the vodka bottle instead, disappearing into a lump of flannel and drunk stupidity. Zack would have never done something like that on purpose. Zack had undergone worse that hadn’t been to his consent, so he knew what it was like. Alcohol just made the Demon somewhat more… Human.
Bryn felt the little pit of unhappiness in his stomach grow. He didn't mean to make Zack unhappy, he just… Well, it didn't really matter now, did it? He pulled the vodka bottle out of Zack's grasp and set it on the coffee table. Then, he looped his arms under Zack's armpits and struggled to pull him to his feet. "C'mon, big guy. Let's get you some rest."
Zack was much heavier than he looked, or maybe it was the fact that Zack didn’t want to go. He struggled against the Human, shaking his head.
“I wanna stay… not go…” He mumbled, attempting to hide away into the cushions of the couch, growling faintly as he was pulled.
Bryn sighed and stopped trying to pull. Maybe he could leave Zack here and grab a blanket? But… then they'd have to sleep alone and both of them didn't like doing that. Then again, he couldn't exactly stay the night. The couch was only really big enough for one person laying down and Bryn couldn't be sure Zack wouldn't… do anything while Bryn was asleep. Not if they were all pressed up together. "Why not? What's so fucking attractive about this stupid, vodka stained couch?"
Zack just growled faintly again, already dozing off into sleep. He was curled up in a lump on one part of the couch, leaving the other two cushions free. He’d probably wake up sore and hungover the next day, both of which were not a good mixture. He ignored the Human and hid into his flannel, still hooting and growling as a response to his frustrated question.
"Oh… fine" Bryn sounded weary, and he settled onto the free cushions with a sigh. He's sleep here, no matter how worried he was. Better to be afraid with his safety blanket then unhappy without him. "Be unhappy, I'll be here for you in the morning when you're reasonable. And could you at least drink the damn water? Please?"
Zack growled again and didn’t move from his spot. He was acting as if Bryn was threatening to poison him with said water because there was no way he was drinking it. But soon he fell asleep to just ignore his Human, and he woke up early the next morning (the usual time he woke up) with a throbbing headache. He groaned faintly and uncurled slowly, stirring a little.
Bryn had grabbed a pillow and some blankets from upstairs to make Zack a little more comfortable and then spent the night on the floor. He was sleeping there now, one hand reaching up to the couch to hold Zacks. There was a bottle of aspirin, a cup of water, and a note that said I hope you know what to do with these now that you're sober sitting on the coffee table.
Zack gave his left hand for the Human to hold as he took three aspirin and drank the whole cup of water. He stretched out on the couch with a faint noise of pain as his old bones rubbed against each other. He didn’t like being sober. He would rather be stupid and drunk than expertly aware of everything around him and sober.
Bryn wasn't really a morning person and it took him a while to wake up when he hadn't had to deal with a stinking drunk version of the man he loved the night before. He clutched at Zack's hand desperately, straining for more contacts even in his sleep. Normally he would've just curled up with Zack on the couch but last night had scared him and he wanted a couple boundaries.
Zack slowly took his hand back from the Human and turned his body so he was facing the couch, squeezing his eyes shut. He was still exhausted, but that hadn’t stopped memories from last night from resurfacing. He felt terrible all around for it. He didn’t even deserve his smol mate boi’s hand holding.
Bryn whimpered on the floor, curling up into a tiny ball. He'd given most of the blankets to Zack becuase he'd been so curled up and grumpy last night, leaving himself with only a sheet and a couple of lumpy pillows. It obviously wasn't comfortable, especially when Zack wasn't there to hold him.
Zack tossed the extra blankets down on him so he himself could curl up better against the cushions, leaning his head on the pillow that was received and shutting his eyes again, his brain still throbbing behind his eyes. He had no idea what was going to happen today, especially considering that Bryn was staying home.
Bryn curled into the blankets happily, but he still didn't seem content. He tossed and turned, unable to get comfortable after so many days of sleeping next to a warm body. He whined softly, pressing himself up against the bottom of the couch for some kind of contact.
The couch was just a couch, after all, and didn’t help much at all with contact to his boyfriend. Zack wasn’t really in the mood for it, anyway, as he curled up by himself, squeezing his eyes shut harder against the throbs of his head. He swallowed heavily, willing the aspirin to work faster.
Bryn woke up half an hour later with a soft groan, sore and uncomfortable. His back ached from sleeping on nothing but a sheet and his stomach felt topsy turvy from his encounter with Zack last night. He still seemed closed off, was he mad? Upset? Hurting? It was hard to tell, so he rolled over on his belly and peeked up at the couch. "Zack, babe, are you doing okay?"
Half an hour later Zack didn’t feel much better, but he didn’t feel worse, which was probably a good thing. He started a little at Bryn’s voice and just kept his eyes closed, acting like he was asleep. He wasn’t in the mood to do anything right now. Especially being called babe by his probably horrified boyfriend.
Did Bryn feel shitty? Yes. Was he upset or horrified or angry? No. Part of it was being used to guys ignoring the little signals, the soft no's, and part of it was knowing that Zack had been drunk off his ass and that he'd stayed down when Bryn pushed him away. Bryn perched at the foot of the couch, watching him nap. "Still asleep, huh?" He reached forward to brush some of the hair out of his eyes. "God, you're gonna hate yourself when you wake up."
Zack thanked his lucky stars that Bryn hadn’t noticed the empty cup of water on the table next to the still-open bottle of aspirin. He was tempted to jerk his head away from Bryn’s hand, still feeling nasty and unworthy of even the smallest of touches from his lover. But he curled up tighter to avoid the brush to his eyes, focusing on his breath and keeping it slow.
Bryn frowned, sighing softly. "You were like that last night too," he said softly, withdrawing his hand like he'd been burnt. "Even in your sleep, you won't touch me. Am I really that disgusting? Did I fuck up so badly last night?" His gaze was soft on Zack's face as he talked to himself.
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