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Started December 13, 2018 by Deleted user

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Simon shut his mouth for a second, wondering whether or not he should have said that. “I think so..” he mumbled, heat seeping across his face. “Is that— is that okay?”

Kaye nodded slowly, a small, almost adorable grin tugging the corners of his lips up as his mood suddenly spiked. Did Simon just say that he looked good? The Simon he knew? "You're– you're pretty cute when you're…drunk," he said after a long pause, most of his words mumbled together though still discernible.

By now, Simon’s whole face was roughly the same colour as the dark red wine the woman next to them was drinking. “I— I am? Only- only when I’m drunk?”

"No…no," Kaye started, his brows drawing together as if he were trying to remember what he was going to say. "You're– you're always cute. You're…you're the cutest person here," he exclaimed with a drunk laugh, motioning to the entirety of the room.

“I’m the—“ He falthered, mind going completely blank. Simon swallowed, tried again. “You think I’m the—“ But the words refused to come out, no matter how hard he tried.

"You're–you're…lots of other things too, but– definitely cute," Kaye slurred, part of his mind willing him to stop and realize who he was talking to. Though, he ignored his urgent thoughts and continued to grin stupidly, his drinks quickly catching up to him.

Simon swallowed, suddenly realizing how hard his heart was pounding. And stupidly, so incredibly stupidly, he reached out a hand and threaded his fingers through Kaye’s hair. It felt nice, soft, so he brought up his other hand and did the same.

Kaye nearly choked, his heart fluttering irregularly as Simon lifted his scarred hands and threaded them through strands of his dark hair. He felt himself lean forward on its own accord, a deep blush staining his cheeks, though he felt strangely comfortable and safe under the others touch.

And all of a sudden, there was no space left between them. Simon’s hands were in Kaye’s hair, and his mouth was pressed up against the other man’s— and god, he had never felt better. Lost in a sea of hazy euphoria, he pulled back for a breath and came crashing back down again, lips falling open.

An odd, warm feeling coiled in Kaye's chest, something he couldn't describe as Simon pressed their lips against his own. Was this really happening? Was Simon really kissing him? Realizing that he was practically frozen, Kaye began to move in sync, leaning forward into Simon's kiss as messy strands of hair fell across his gaze.

Simon’s heart was thundering so loudly— he honestly would not have been surprised had Kaye said that he cohkd hear it. His face was flushed, his hair was a mess, and his breath carried the strong scent of alcohol, but there was no way he was going to stop. Not now, when he’d finally caved in and done the thing he had been aching to do. Not now, when he had Kaye under his hands, under his mouth.

Kaye placed the palms of his hands against Simon's chest, a steady, rhythmic beat sounding from inside, keeping him anchored to where he was. Aching to get closer to Simon, he continued to lean forward, soft breathes escaping him between kisses. This wasn't like most situations he was in, where they were usually softer, calmer, peaceful. Instead, this seemed to get heated by the seconds slipping away, a tangle of breathes and heartbeats.

A sudden burning sensation in his gums made Simon pull away abruptly. Even in his current state, he knew what the pain meant, and he knew that the fangs currently sliding out on top of his human canines could hurt Kaye. Breathing heavily, he reached forward, almost in a daze, and traced the shape of Kaye’s lips with his fingers.

A small pout formed on Kaye's lips when he realized that Simon had pulled away, still lost in some sort of drunk euphoria where his emotions seemed to be swimming right in front of him. Though, Simon's lingering touch was still there, causing Kaye to lean in on his own accord, glad that the other man was still near him. Had Simon just kissed him? Did that really just happen? But, he continued to not say anything yet…partly because he was still lost in his own small daze and thoughts.

Simon lay a hand on Kaye's chest and gently pushed him back, his movements oddly soft. His face, too, had opened up under the spell of the alcohol, he was no longer hiding, no longer masking his emotions. "Kaye, wait," he slurred, pulling back his lips to reveal the fangs. "I don't– I don't wanna hurt you."

"Oh," Kaye mumbled, a faint frown replacing his pout when he noticed the longer teeth that had slid out, too drunk to realize what these fangs meant, so instead he ignored them. "You–you don't have to worry about…hurting me," he slurred, though he moved back with Simon's hand, not wanting to upset the other man.

The realization that his hand was on Kaye's chest suddenly came crashing down on Simon, as well as the fact that they'd just kissed. His heart stumbled over its next few beats. "But I– but I do," he managed, body listing to the side. "I could… hurt you.. what if I bit you? You'd– You'd be.. hurt.. you'd…" He trailed off, suddenly realizing the implications behind those words. "I mean–"

Kaye's gaze still looked a bit clouded, though surprisingly very understanding in his lilting state. Did the other man…were they worried for him? "No– no…I'd be okay. If you bit– bit me…then I would be alright," he reassured, trying not to slur most of his words together. "And…we can use– bandaids!" He exclaimed drunkly, a small hiccup escaping him as he laughed lightly.

(they're adorable omg
maybe they crash at Simon/Kaye's place?)

Simon shook his head, the movement causing starbursts of pain to go through his head. His hand flew out to steady himself– and landed on Kaye's lower leg. But he was too drunk to notice, only kept on speaking. "But I could… hurt– hurt you. By accident. I could… you could….. hurt.." Waving his hands in a vague gesture, he looked at Kaye to see if the message had gotten through.

(lol thanks
and yeah, should they go to Simon's place since they went to Kaye's last time?)

Kaye's attention was now drawn to where Simon's hand had landed, almost too caught up in thought to notice that they were talking to him again. Should he move it? Keep it there? Unsure, he glanced back up towards Simon, only catching a few words at a time. "It'd…it'd be okay, Simon. If– if I get hurt, I'll be okay," he said after a long pause, leaning towards the side as if he would fall off his chair any moment now.

(sure! that works because in the morning Simon will wake up all ashamed and embarrassed and ajskjs this is going to be fun)

Simon, convinced that Kaye was about to topple over, quickly wrapped his arms around the other man and righted him, only to find them pressed together. He began to pull away, but Kaye was so warm, and soft, and he smelled so good…. he just ended up staying right where he was, his drunken mind short-circuiting completely.

(oml can Ashley just be watching this whole thing)

(yesss, definitely. I'm planning on Ashley calling Kaye in the morning and asking him what happened. Kaye's going to get very embarassed)

Kaye leaned against Simon's chest, finding himself quickly warm and almost protected in the others hold. Plus, Simon was taller and a bit broader than him, so Kaye's small frame found itself fitting comfortably against the other man. "I'm…I'm tired," he yawned after a few moments, messy strands of dark hair falling across his gaze in the process.

(oml this is going to be great)

Simon carefully leaned back, brushing the fallen strands away from Kaye's beautiful face. "We can.. you can.. come to my place? I can– I can sleep on the couch?" It came out as more of a stream of blurred words than a proper sentence, but he figured Kaye would get the gist. "If that's okay?"

Kaye was suddenly much too tired to answer, so he simply nodded in agreement, glad that he would be spending more time with Simon. "It's…it's okay," he mumbled as he leaned forward, pressing a small kiss to Simon's jaw, the only place he could reach with their height difference.

Simon's slowly drooping eyelids flew open, and he barely, barely, refrained from crushing his mouth against Kaye's again. "Let's– Let's.. go. Let's go," he mumbled, mouth numb from shock as he stood and pulled the other man with him.
(skip to the house?)