[Dice slides off his bar stool--he has hit critical drunk--and drops to a knee beside Gentaro, taking the hand that had been on him prior. Winking up at him, he kisses the back of Gentaro's fingers... Then stands up again, cackling.]
Nah, you'd die if I told you what I really think! [Leaning to kiss him on the cheek.] More tequila?
( now he’s painfully curious. gentaro glances from dice to their empty shot glasses. this is certainly going to be a night to remember — or have a spotty memory of, to say the least.
a nod. )
More tequila. And more words. You’ve sparked my curiosity. ( he reaches up to gingerly slip his index finger under dice’s chin to guide their gazes back together. )
( no matter how well he can tease or fluster dice, he somehow always falls victim to this man’s charisma, even after all these months. there’s pink again high on his cheekbones as he watches their next shots be poured from afar. )
I don’t know what’s more absurd. You actually agreeing to marry me, or the fact you had the ring when the topic came up.
The second one, obviously! That was totally a fluke. I was thinkin' I was jumpin' to conclusions. You know me...
[God, it hurts... his face hurts from smiling, his heart is full of belonging even if his head is swimming from drinks. He's just about to nuzzle in disgustingly when the shots are brought over and distract him.]
Ah, fuck... Why'd you have to be so amazing? It's like... I didn't stand a fuckin' chance when I figured out I liked you.
( he’s only teasing. if it isn’t obvious, he smiles just a bit brighter and says airily. ) Just kidding.
( because it took him a decent while to discern that messing with dice had very platonic and romantic flavors to it. flirting wasn’t exactly his forte. ever.
No way. We're drinkin' to your status as a total badass and more important to my fuckin' best birthday ever.
[He picks up the shot with such haste that a little sloshes onto his fingers, which he proceeds to lick off quickly. It looks a little suggestive, but that's not on purpose.]
And to me finishin' our song, and us gettin' married, and our cute-ass cats, too.
[Well played, Gentaro, because Dice's face goes red at that, and he tosses back the shot after taking a deep breath. The embarrassment lingers, because Dice's drunk brain is liable to get carried away with things, and he's thinking that comment through way too far.]
You can't just say shit like that! I'm a gonna-be-married man!
Look, I'm kinda a little bit drunk, and now I'm thinkin' about crazy shit. I can't handle this much stuff...
[He puts the shot glass down after tipping it back a second time to get any last little drops out. And then, without a bit of preamble, he settles his hands on Gentaro's thighs and leans in toward his face. Dice's breath is laced with alcohol, and he's making that one sort of expression he makes before he suggests something really stupid, or something really horny.]
( gentaro isn’t focused on the rush of chroma. no, he’s much more focused on the little specks in dice’s eyes and the way his bangs fall beautifully on his face. )
Pay for the tab. I have to give you your present, after all. It has a curfew~
My present? You mean the way you woke me up this mornin' wasn't it? Damn, I'm the luckiest son of a bitch in the world.
[He pulls back slowly, hesitant to move away from the warmth of the chroma they're generating just by being themselves. One hand stays on Gentaro's leg as the other slaps Dice's phone-thing down on the bar and he taps up the money app.
He leaves a generous tip, spends chroma like he has it to spare, then slides the device back into his pocket and slips off the bar stool. A little squeeze to Gentaro's hand later, and he's tugging him along toward the door.]
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[Dice slides off his bar stool--he has hit critical drunk--and drops to a knee beside Gentaro, taking the hand that had been on him prior. Winking up at him, he kisses the back of Gentaro's fingers... Then stands up again, cackling.]
Nah, you'd die if I told you what I really think! [Leaning to kiss him on the cheek.] More tequila?
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a nod. )
More tequila. And more words. You’ve sparked my curiosity. ( he reaches up to gingerly slip his index finger under dice’s chin to guide their gazes back together. )
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You're my best friend. Ever. And I gotta give you everything I got, because you deserve it.
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We’re going to have sex, and keep at it, until you physically are unable to tonight.
( aaand he turns quickly back to order their shots. )
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Once those shots are ordered, he grips Gentaro's chin, turning his head just enough so Dice can lean over and give him a solid kiss.]
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I love you. ( soft, just for dice. his eyes are bright, staying close to his face. ) What was that for?
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[Grinning, he runs his fingers along Gentaro's jaw and down his throat.]
I love you. For real.
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I don’t know what’s more absurd. You actually agreeing to marry me, or the fact you had the ring when the topic came up.
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[God, it hurts... his face hurts from smiling, his heart is full of belonging even if his head is swimming from drinks. He's just about to nuzzle in disgustingly when the shots are brought over and distract him.]
Ah, fuck... Why'd you have to be so amazing? It's like... I didn't stand a fuckin' chance when I figured out I liked you.
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( he’s only teasing. if it isn’t obvious, he smiles just a bit brighter and says airily. ) Just kidding.
( because it took him a decent while to discern that messing with dice had very platonic and romantic flavors to it. flirting wasn’t exactly his forte. ever.
he reaches for one of the shots. )
Shall we drink to my status as a “cougar”?
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[He picks up the shot with such haste that a little sloshes onto his fingers, which he proceeds to lick off quickly. It looks a little suggestive, but that's not on purpose.]
And to me finishin' our song, and us gettin' married, and our cute-ass cats, too.
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Yes. To all of that, and then some.
( he raises the shot glass just as his eyebrows lift at dice’s clumsy antics. )
Ah... how unfortunate.
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Shh... I can still get it up! Ain't that the important part?
[Maybe he should stop drinking soon.]
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an airy laugh as he downs his shot in one go smoothly and then says without missing a beat: )
That’s all right. If you don’t, I’ll just have to do the honors myself.
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You can't just say shit like that! I'm a gonna-be-married man!
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Isn’t that the point?
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[He puts the shot glass down after tipping it back a second time to get any last little drops out. And then, without a bit of preamble, he settles his hands on Gentaro's thighs and leans in toward his face. Dice's breath is laced with alcohol, and he's making that one sort of expression he makes before he suggests something really stupid, or something really horny.]
Babe, you are so hot it is unreal.
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a deep breath. his legs may have restlessly shifted, and no one can blame him that they shifted more open. )
Why are we still here, then, Dai-su?
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'cause I haven't paid the damn tab yet.
[A sigh.]
Fuck, I love the way you say my name. Makes me wanna...
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Pay for the tab. I have to give you your present, after all. It has a curfew~
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[He pulls back slowly, hesitant to move away from the warmth of the chroma they're generating just by being themselves. One hand stays on Gentaro's leg as the other slaps Dice's phone-thing down on the bar and he taps up the money app.
He leaves a generous tip, spends chroma like he has it to spare, then slides the device back into his pocket and slips off the bar stool. A little squeeze to Gentaro's hand later, and he's tugging him along toward the door.]
What kinda present's got a deadline, though?
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( as they walk, gentaro leans in to whisper warmly into dice’s ear so no one else possibly hears. )
The kind that has a timer and will start uncontrollably jostling about until a certain remote stops it. Even in public.
( yes he’s talking about a vibrator. no, he isn’t serious. )
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Is he kidding? Is he serious? Dice can't read that to save his life, fuck.]
...That's hot as hell.
[Once he can move again, he pushes Gentaro back up against the wall of the building.]
You're into that kinda stuff?
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I— was joking, of course. I had no idea how long we’d be there or the level of coherency I’d find you in.
( interesting. he hasn’t denied being into it or any other part of it. )
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Dice's face falls a bit, and he looks down and away with a mild curse.]
Some things don't change, huh? Even on my birthday you're messin' with me!
[Then he looks back at Gentaro.]
I want you to know, though... anything you're into, I'm into it. You just say the word and we'll try it.
[Grin.]
You wanna get some of the stuff out tonight? Might actually make it home before I start in on you, that way.
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