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It was so damn noisy.
Reo was forced to practically shout when trying to talk to Chigiri with how loud the music was, the bass thumping through the floors and walls and creating a vibrating feeling under his feet. He had to keep an eye on his drink to make sure it didn’t spill.
“You look upset!” Chigiri hollered over the music, a cheeky grin playing on his face that already had Reo nervous for what he was about to say next. “Missing Nagi?!”
Goddamnit, Chigiri! He was here to forget about Nagi, albeit for a while! If looks could kill, Chigiri would be dead motionless on the ground. He didn’t even bother to respond to such obvious.. ragebait, or whatever the word was. Nagi used that word all the time. Gah, fuck! He just couldn’t stop thinking about him! Reo swore he was going to kill Yoich—
The harsh punch to his arm Chigiri gave him had him snapping out of his spiraling thoughts. He whipped his head to look at Chigiri, whose expression couldn’t be any more infuriating.
“If you’re so wound up, go talk to him! He looks pretty lonely without you!” Chigiri chirped, earning a scowl from Reo.
“No way.” Reo blurted, briefly glancing in Nagi’s direction as he took a sip of some of the shitty alcohol. He couldn’t describe the buzz that ran through his body at seeing how the two’s eyes locked together, his muscles locking in place. He spat out his drink, spinning around and slamming his hands down on some sticky table, leaning over it like he was about to faint.
He inhaled sharply through his teeth, eyes wide and blurring at the corners. He swore he saw red in his vision. Not metaphorical red from the boiling feelings that suddenly surged to the surface, but actual vision distortion that may or may not be a heart attack.
Chigiri instantly noticed, gaze flicking to Nagi before going back to Reo. He let out a hearty laugh, leaning against the table next to Reo, brushing his hair out of his face.
“Oi, Reo, chill out. You’re being mega weird right now!” The sweat sliding down Reo’s face was enough to say what he couldn’t. Was he dying? Is this what dying felt like?
Reo clutched at his chest, a sudden gasp leaving his lips. Sighing, Chigiri brought his drink to his lips, but jerked in surprise when Reo suddenly snatched the bottle of beer from his hand, proceeding to down the bottle, followed by Reo’s own. To say Chigiri was both shocked and genuinely concerned was an understatement. “Reo, are you insane?! You made eye contact with Nagi, big deal! He’s not going to—”
His words of advice fell on deaf ears as Reo practically stormed to the drink table. Chigiri knew Nagi was a sore subject, but he didn’t expect him to start downing drinks. Oh, well. He’d be fine, Chigiri sighed.
He, unfortunately, could not have been more wrong.
Approximately thirty minutes later, leaning against the wall, Reo stared up at the ceiling. The harsh party lights smeared together, his vision blurry, hand loosely holding a drink. Once he would finish his… the hell was he drinkin’? He looked down at his hand, eyes squinting to attempt to read the bottle, albeit unsuccessfully. He let out a groan, warm lips pressing against the cold rim of the bottle and relishing in the familiar burn of liquid down his throat. Before he knew it, he’d finished that drink too. He couldn’t keep count of how many he’d had tonight.
Reo’s head felt dangerously light, nearly empty. His knees almost buckled beneath his weight as he stood up straight, wobbling as he headed back to the alcohol, which had a significantly less amount than before. You could thank him for that. His pulse hammered in time with the bass, like a shitty remix of the song. Yet, despite the sweaty, crowded, alcohol-scented state of Chigiri’s living room, he felt… alive. Like nothing really mattered.
Leaning against the said bar table, he gripped onto another bottle, his fingers twitching with the amount of alcohol in his veins. He let out a shaky sigh, hazy purple eyes lifting to scan the room and look for Chigiri. Where the hell was—
His eyes locked on Nagi once again.
Change of plans.
Normally, he wouldn’t act like this. Normally, like earlier, he would’ve forced his eyes elsewhere, focused on something else. But with the alcohol buzzing through his veins, and the force he used to push his undealt feelings down, he found himself strutting towards Nagi, halting just a foot away from him and instantly invading his personal space.
“Ah.. Reo..? You look—” Nagi’s eyes scanned Reo’s face, tired yet alive, unbothered yet conflicted at the same time. “.. weird.”
Instead of a response, Reo’s legs wobbled, and he leaned against him, nose buried in the exposed crook of Nagi’s neck. Slow pants left his lips, free hand gripping onto Nagi’s shoulder.
“N… Nagi… ah.. ah..” Reo gasped at the familiar scent, his warm breath brushing over Nagi’s exposed collarbone. Nearly falling over once more, Nagi’s hands settled on Reo’s hips, staring down at the purple hair brushing over his skin. He couldn’t deny the goosebumps that peppered over his skin. Instinctively, Nagi’s fingers dug into Reo’s waist, pulling him impossibly closer.
A seemingly innocent shift of Reo’s body against Nagi’s thigh had sparks of pleasure suddenly running up his spine, the shiver making him unable to resist the urge of chasing the pleasure it made him feel. Before he could even make a move, he felt his pants getting tighter, his evident arousal nudging against Nagi’s thigh. Reo’s face still flushed with embarrassment, though he hoped he could just blame it on the alcohol.
“S.. sorry..” Reo murmured, his breath wafting against Nagi’s ear.
Despite his typical composure, the action had even Nagi tensing up, a red hue slowly spreading against his pale skin. He exhaled slowly, squeezing his eyes shut as his own cock slowly began to harden, pulling Reo closer so he could feel his boner.
“It’s fine..” Nagi whispered slowly, even as his brain lagged like an old computer, trying to catch up with the sudden actions. He hissed slightly as Reo began to slowly rub up against him, sweet whines spilling from his lips. The sounds nearly sent Nagi into a spiral, his nails digging into the exposed skin that was already covered in a sheen of sweat. A low growl rumbled from his throat, his hips instinctively bucking up against Reo’s, a shaky moan leaving his lips.
“H… hey, Nagi..?” Reo began slowly, hips still moving in awkward, jerky movements against Nagi’s thigh, showing off his clear inexperience.
“Yes, Reo..? Ah..” Nagi inhaled through clenched teeth, his head rolling back against the wall with a quiet thud.
“I…”
“What?”
Nagi peered down at Reo, who was both humping and clinging onto him like nothing else mattered. One of his hands unattached himself from Reo’s hip, sliding up to grab a fistful of his hair, pulling his head back to force Reo to make eye contact.
Reo’s eyes were glazed over with lust and embarrassment, his eyes flicking elsewhere. He was sure he already seemed so pathetic, he didn’t need to look Nagi in the eye while doing so. He’d sworn to himself that he wouldn’t be crawling back to Nagi, that he’d make Nagi regret the choice he did. But here he was, rubbing up against him like he was in heat. How much further could he fall?
“Look at me.”
The tone of Nagi’s voice made Reo shiver again, but this time felt different. It made him more desperate. His gaze slowly drifted back up to meet Nagi’s, his vision somehow being able to make out solely Nagi despite everything else being a lost cause. Reo let out a little huff, bottom lip quivering imperceptibly.
“Nagi… why’d you leave me?” Reo suddenly blurted out, his nails digging into Nagi’s shoulder, sure to leave marks later.
“What?”
“Why’d you leave me for Yoichi?!”
“I didn’t leave—“
“Yes, you did.” Reo sniffled slightly, a slight whimper leaving his lips at the friction of his cock against Nagi’s clothing.
“I wanted to get better at soccer, I didn’t want to leave you—“
“It doesn’t matter anyway. It’s fine. It doesn’t matter to me,” Reo growled, his grinding becoming quicker, his hips pistoning down forcefully.
“You clearly care.”
“I don’t.”
“You’re… a bad liar.”
“Shut up.”
Reo huffed, bottle slack in hand as he stared up at Nagi. His motions halted as he flipped his gaze over to someone walking nearby, shoving the bottle into their hand, to which they hardly batted an eye, probably as drunk as he was. With his newly freed hand, he slapped Nagi’s hand off his hair. Eventually, he began to grind again. Not his awkward shifts, but a slow, filthy roll of his hips, his shoulders quivering.
His eye twitched with despair, thighs clamping around Nagi’s leg. “I hate you…” Reo muffled his words against Nagi’s jaw, hair tickling the flushed skin.
Nagi kept his gaze on Reo, analyzing the changing expression he had. “… Okay. Let’s find a room.” Nagi dragged Reo along, though he didn’t have to put much effort into it with how Reo seemed more like a sloth than he did.
From the opposite side of the room, Chigiri grinned, leaning against Kunigami’s arm. “Told you they’d end up together tonight. Pay up.” That earned an eye roll and a grunt from Kunigami, reaching into his pocket and handing a crumpled up twenty dollar bill to Chigiri.