forum gay(?) fuck buddies who fall for each other (O/O)

Started December 30, 2018 by @SaltyLasagna

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(That’s ok)

M grinned proudly of his countryhome, looking back at him. “Thank you. I am proud of it as well. Well, to thr kitchen.”

Mika nodded, silently following M to the kitchen. Even though he was walking, his eyelids drooped a bit. The effect of the alcohol was started to wear off, and he was remembering how exhausted he really was.

M nosed around his cabinets, setting out some wines and other liquor in search for his yummy little Debbie cakes. He pulled out a battered box, pulled out a white cake and sniffed at it tentatively.

Mika knew he didn't have much time left before he crashed. Maybe 10, 15 minutes. He eyed the liquor, not sure if it would be inappropriate to ask for some or not.

M sniffed another and handed it over, his gaze flitting across Mika’s tired face.
“Would you like another drink?”

Mika took the cake and nodded. "Yeah.. that would nice, actually."

M grabbed out a couple cups with a slight stretch. “Okay, what would you like? Wine? Vodka?”

"Vodka. Definitely vodka," he said. He could feel exhaustion crashing down on him.

M flicked away one of the cups and poured him a half-cup full of vodka. “Here you are.”

Mika took it and thanked him before chugging nearly half of it, disregarding all of the reasons that that was a really bad idea. He hiccuped, then cleared his throat. "Sorry…"

M chuckled softly and sat down in one of his comfy kitchen chairs. “Do not apologize. Would you like any more?”

"No, that's probably not such a good idea," he admitted, now sipping the vodka. It tasted absolutely horrible, like acid and rust, but he was used to it. "I'm a bit of a lightweight and I get kind of… weird when I'm drunk."

“Weird?” M asked softly. “I doubt it. I bet you’re fine when you are drunk. I won’t mind it, though.” He waved a hand and stood to grab the vodka again.

He laughed. "Trust me, yes you would. I get all gay and shit when I'm drunk. But I promise I'll do my best to… not do that."

M shook his head and refilled his glass. “Do not worry about such things with me. I won’t care.” He sat down again, stretching with a faint yawn.

Mika shrugged. "Alright then, don't say I didn't warn you." He drained the rest of the vodka, somewhat relieved that M said he wouldn't mind his behavior.

M poured himself a glass in a random cup that suddenly appeared in his hand. He drained it promptly.

"There you go again," he said, giggling a bit. The alcohol was already starting to take effect.

M smiled a little at Mika’s giggle. He was quite adorable.
“I probably won’t drink so much.”

"Mm, cuz you already drank a lot earlier?" he asked, leaning against the counter. He still had the small cake in his hand, and he took a bite out of it. "Mmm… this is good."

“Yeah. I’m not really feeling vodka anymore.” He set his empty glass down and leaned into the back of his chair. “So. This is my home.”

“Yeah. I’m not really feeling vodka anymore.” He set his empty glass down and leaned into the back of his chair. “So. This is my home.”

"It's gorgeous," he said, looking around. "I'm kind of embarrassed of my apartment now."

M rolled his eyes and looked around. “The finest women and men who own mansions have said the same thing. “Don’t be ashamed” I tell them. So I’m passing it to you.”