drinking

A Story by Darius

short 1

mori was pretty docile as we drove to his house, and luckily his parents weren’t home so i wouldn’t have to explain why their son was piss drunk. i scrambled out the car and lugged him up the front steps to his house.

i managed to fish out his house keys from one of the many pockets on his jacket and unlocked the door. we made our way clumsily upstairs and into modi’s room. unthinkingly he collapsed onto the bed with an exhausted sigh and began to doze off.

“mori, hold on, at least take off your shoes and jacket first.” i said sitting beside him and unzipping his coat. he groaned reluctantly and forced himself into a sitting position, “if you wanted to see me naked all you have to do is ask.” he spoke unexpectedly clear and coherent, and raspier than usual. “trust me, i don’t.”

he flashed me one of those signature half smiles i loved and shifted closer to me, “you smell good,” he paused to draw in my cologne, “really good.” i was trying not to get sidetracked at our close proximity, but i couldn’t help it.

“youre drunk.” i said dismissing his statement as i reached down and undid his shoes. he smiled and inclined in again, snuffling the crook of my neck, “and you’re so warm,” he rested his forehead on my shoulder and i felt his arms drape around my lower body.

he respired deeply, his shoulders unfolding as he relaxed his entire body against me. i’ll admit, i liked having his weight against me. “you feel nice.” he said, causing me to sigh at the rumble of his voice against me.

i bit down on my bottom lip gently, and removed his arms from around me, “mori, lay down, you need some sleep.” i insisted. his smiled faded, his expression grew deep. his eyes stared intently back at me, examining me, surveying me.

his eyes travelled down to my lips, slowly he reached forward and pushed away loose strands of my hair, “you know, ive always thought you were a handsome guy, but man you’ve got some tempting lips.” he said, gazing at them with absorption. what a weirdo.