"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.
Something clouded Simon's eyes, and it wasn't the alcohol. "Don't be," he mumbled, tearing his eyes away to search for a blanket. After locating one, he forced himself to stand and take hold of it. "I can- I can sleep on the couch. My room is just down the hallway, if you want-"
Kaye watched Simon stand up, unsure if he had reminded the other of something, because suddenly, Simon seemed very faraway. At the other's comment, he opened his mouth to protest, say that he would sleep on the couch, though he decided against it and nodded. Though, a part of him wanted to stay with Simon…but that would be too much to ask for. Kaye began to stand up, a throbbing pain in his head as he began to lilt to the side, but quickly steadied himself. Just down the hallway. Try not to fall…
Leaning down– and almost falling over in the prcess as the whole room tilted– Sebastian hooked his arms around Kaye and lifted him off the sofa, stifling another hiccup. "Help– Help yourself to anything in.. in the kitchen, I'll be right– right here if you need me. My room is– is that way." He pointed, his body unnecessarily close to Kaye's.
Kaye nodded, lingering in Simon's hold for a few moments before he began to walk, swaying uneasily to the side, though managing to stay upright. He tried to glance over to the other man, though decided against it. He would see them in the morning, right? Once Kaye made it to the hallway, he used the walls to help himself make his way down towards Simon's room, finally settling on a door. This had to be it, right? He pushed the door open hesitantly, greeted by a small bed and a few belongings scattered around, deciding that this must be Simon's bedroom.
(want to skip to morning?)
(yeah, let's do that)
Shafts of sunlight pressed against the close blinds, creating a soft, warm glow that seemed into the room and across Simon's face. He blinked his eyes open with a groan, pushing himself into a sitting position. At first, he couldn't remember why he was lying on the couch with a blanket draped over him, but a searing headache quickly brought memories rushing back.
His heart just about stopped. Kaye. Fuck. He'd– He'd kissed Kaye. On the mouth. Oh my god– And he had kissed him back. His recollection was foggy, blurred snatches at most, but the gist of it was clear.
Shafts of sunlight pressed against the close blinds, creating a soft, warm glow that seemed into the room and across Simon's face. He blinked his eyes open with a groan, pushing himself into a sitting position. At first, he couldn't remember why he was lying on the couch with a blanket draped over him, but a searing headache quickly brought memories rushing back.
His heart just about stopped. Kaye. Fuck. He'd– He'd kissed Kaye. On the mouth. Oh my god– And he had kissed him back. His recollection was foggy, blurred snatches at most, but the gist of it was clear.
A throbbing headache managed to wake Kaye up, and continued to keep him awake in the dim lighting of the bedroom, even if his heavy eyelids begged for more sleep. Though, the bed he was in was comfortable, yet remained unfamiliar, a feeling that he couldn't shake. It also smelled like Simon, which made him even more comfortable. Simon. He was in Simon's bed. The realization caused Kaye to quickly push himself up, a searing pain shooting through his head and his limbs protesting beneath him. Where was Simon? And what had happened last night?
No, no, no, no. Simon began to panic, abruptly standing no matter how badly his head and heart pounded. This wasn’t possible— he had not just had a one night stand with Kaye. The sensation of Kaye’s lips hungrily meeting his sent shivers down his spine— how much had he said? Shit, this is bad..
Kaye quickly pushed the covers off himself, though soon realized that he still had all his clothes on, minus his shoes. Okay, that's a good sign. Though, still panicky that he was in Simon's room and bed, he pushed himself off the mattress brashly, not realizing that he was still dazed from the alcohol. As soon as his feet touched the floor, his limbs gave out and he fell down with a loud thump.
A loud thump sounded from Simon’s bedroom, and his panic only rose. Kaye.. He didn’t realize he was running to check on the other man until he’d opened the door and stumbled into the room. “Kaye?? Are you okay?”
"I'm– I'm fine. I just…didn't realize that the bed was so high up," Kaye mumbled, an embarrassed look on his face as he pushed himself up, realizing that Simon was across from him. Simon. The other's figure suddenly triggered a few memories, like some of the things that happened last night…like kissing Simon. Oh god.
Simon instinctively reached out a hand to steadying him, pulling back as soon as his singers grazed skin like he’d been burnt. Swallowing awkwardly, he averted his eyes. “Are you— did you sleep okay?”
"Yeah– yeah, I slept fine. You?" Kaye asked, rubbing his arm awkwardly as he looked up towards the other man. The space between them felt tense, as if both were trying to avoid the topic of last night…though he knew it would probably come up at some point. Maybe not now, but soon.