(yeah that should work)
Kaye slid off the barstool, struggling to not immediately topple over as he leaned against Simon, trying to regain his balance. The dimming lights in the bar caused his vision to swim even more, though he managed to stay upright, hoping that he wouldn't fall halfway to Simon's home. Though, knowing himself, he probably would.
They arrived at Simon's run-down apartment around twenty minutes later, both stumbling over eachother's feet. A drunken laugh escaped him as he closed the door behind him, then a hiccup as he turned to Kaye. Simon swayed, loosing his balance and falling forward– and barrelling straight into Kaye. They both fell back onto the couch, tangled together.
Kaye fell back down against the couch under Simon, a loud laugh escaping him as his cheeks suddenly flushed once again. He barely had enough of time to glance around Simon's apartment, though his attention was already glued to the other man, already aching to get closer to them.
Simon's face burned as he tried to disentangle himself form the other man, ending up in a heap on the creaking floor beside the couch. The bare, evidently worn features of his room were already blurring, fading out of view, because the only thing that mattered was Kaye. He stood unsteadily, leaning over the couch. At some point on the walk back, his fangs had retracted back into his gums, which meant that it was safe to, well, kiss.
Watching the other get up off the ground, Kaye sat up on the couch, leaning forward the slightest bit as the other stood completely upright. His attention was only focused on Simon, and he wasn't sure if it was from the alcohol…or something else. Though, suddenly, and impulsively, the only thing Kaye could think of was to grab Simon's arm, tugging the other man down and pressing his mouth against them once again.
Simon let out a soft sound of surprise, but quickly relaxed into the kiss, pushing a hand through Kaye's hair. "You taste.. like beer…" he mumbled into the other man's mouth, heart thundering in his chest. "I could get drunk off you…" Not that he wasn't drunk already, because he definitely was. But being under the influence of alcohol softened his hard shell, paving the road to messy kisses and blurted words.
A small, soft laugh escaped Kaye between kisses as he tugged Simon closer, his fingers brushing through some of their blonde curls. He seemingly couldn't get enough of Simon, the alcohol allowing his emotions to take reign of his actions. "Even– even drunker than you…already are..?" He questioned, his words melding into one another, smiling into each kiss.
"Even– even drunker," he mumbled back in agreement, drowning in a sea of euphoria. The kisses began to take on a newfound urgency, a hunger. Simon hadn't done this in years and dear lord did it feel freeing. Even in his intoxicated state, he managed to hold onto some of that feeling for later, when he might not have it.
"You– you taste…even better," Kaye mumbled, his hands dropping down to Simon's waist as the other continued to brush through his messy hair. He was used to hookups, but this felt different, as if he knew that Simon wouldn't leave him the next day and ignore him. At least…he hoped that wouldn't happen.
Simon pulled back an inch, his chest heaving as he drew a choppy breath through swollen lips. "I can't–" A hiccup escaped him, prompting a giggle to follow– something extremely uncharacteristic of him. "I can't believe– we're doing.. this…" He brushed a thumb over Kaye's cheekbone, perfectly content to get lost in the depths of those amber eyes.
"Me– me neither," Kaye breathed out, a crooked smile crossing his features as Simon pulled away. He could barely form words, too lost in a daze to focus on what was in front of him, though Simon's touch kept him anchored to the world. Instead, he ran a hand through Simon's soft curls, focusing his gaze on those blonde locks for a few moments.
Just the thought of the kisses they'd shared just moments ago made Simon's knees go weak. He opened his mouth to say something, but after nothing came out, closed it again and kneeled on the floor beside the couch. "I think…" he slurred, closing his eyes for a moment when the room began to sway. "That we should get– that we should get drunk more– more often."
"Definitely…" Kaye trailed off as he continued to run his hand through Simon's hair, before glancing back down to meet their mismatched gaze now that they were level. In his rational and drunk state, he couldn't help but think about how attractive Simon was, especially with the uneven scars on his nose and the light freckles sprayed across his skin. "You're– you're so pretty," he voiced, his words coming out with a light, almost dreamy sigh.
"I'm–" Simon's words caught in his throat. He tried again, wetting his lips. "I'm– I'm pretty?" How on earth had this man managed to steal into his affections like this? Why on earth did this man actually want to kiss him? Why was he not repulsed?
"So pretty," Kaye repeated, brushing a thumb over Simon's lips, as if he were tracing their shape. He continued to glance around the other man's features, settling on the small nick that was taken out of their ear. "How did this happen?" He asked softly, the emotion in his voice startling him a bit.
The question cut through the fog he was submerged in, bringing everything sharply into focus for a split second. "Oh." Simon swallowed, listing to the side. "It's– Erik–" Cutting himself off, he averted his eyes.
"Your…brother?" Kaye questioned, trying to match the name to a face, finally settling on the one that he had seen in the bar fight a few nights ago. "Why– why?" He asked, his brows drawing together in concern for the other man.
"We don't…" His mouth fumbled for the right words. "Have a– a good relationship. It's not the– not the worst scar he's– he's given me." The alcohol clouded his judgement, loosening his perception of what he would and would not regret saying.
"He's…given you worse?" Kaye repeated softly, his emotions prominent on his face as Simon spoke. He didn't know how to imagine a family member hurting their own brother, but it sounded terrible…and the fact that it had happened to Simon…
Simon clamped his jaw shut, images flashing before his mind's eye. Messy brown hair, grey eyes.. strong arms pulling him from the sea.. then a spurt of blood. Icy blue eyes staring him down.
"I……… there was a man," he slurred, falling silent after that.
"We…you– you don't…have to talk about it, Simon. Only if you want to," Kaye spoke up softly, brushing his thumb against Simon's cheekbone, trying to keep them focused on the present…not the memories that seemed to be troubling them.
A man with grey eyes and a wolfish smile. A man with a kiss almost like yours. Simon said none of it aloud, only nodded. "I– I'm sorry. I shouldn't be– shouldn't be dumping my problems out on you."
"No…no, I'm here to listen," Kaye reassured them, his amber eyes sincere as he watched Simon, seemingly attempting to try and tell what the other man was thinking. He had always been better at listening to others problems, it made it easier to distract himself from his own.
Simon swallowed, shutting his eyes for a moment. "My parents didn't like– don't like– gay people. There was a man– it didn't go well." His hand flew to the long scar running down his chest.
Kaye didn't say anything at first, the realization hitting him after a few moments. Had their family hurt Simon because they were involved with another man? What if Erik found out about him…would they hurt Simon again? "I'm so sorry," he said softly, knowing that the words would do no good for the scars that Simon carried, though it was all he could think of. Kaye had his own trouble with close minded people…and if his parents were still alive, he knew they wouldn't take it lightly.