alex let his eyes skim over micah. he wasn’t in work clothes, and something about seeing him off the clock was all the more enticing.
“hi.” he responded, subconsciously brushing at his newly green locks. “well, I figured I might as well rise to the occasion or whatever. have a little fun with it. i’m not sure how long I’ll stick with it, but thank you. “ he bit his lip. “you look great, too.”
maybe it was the alcohol that made alex feel a little braver, considering how embarrassing he was when they ran into eachother outside the malnati. he could listen to micah talk all day. curse how loud it was at that very moment.
because it was so loud, he felt the need to shuffle closer. his body was already vibrating from the few drinks he had in his system, and being within micah’s personal space only added to that. “a drink? sure.” he reached out, grazing his fingers against micah’s arm. he’d tell himself later it was only to steady himself–but it wasn’t.
his eyes locked on micah’s, alex couldn’t help feeling the liquid courage sink in. “wait.” he breathed, cheeks flushing. “um–I…”
it all happened so fast, and for a second alex was worried micah thought he might throw up on his shoes. thankfully, that wasn’t the case. dizzy and eager with anticipation, he surged forward, kissing micah with the intensity that had burned inside him since the very first night they laid eyes on eachother.
micah glanced down at his outfit that he haphazardly put together. “not really,” he said, but he was smiling anyway.
alex was drunk. far drunker than him. that, he could easily tell. he glanced at the empty glass of green beer that lay abandoned in the booth, which was now occupied by a group of friends that didn’t seem to care. they, too, seemed drunk. everybody else seemed drunker than him. he needed to catch up.
turning to face the bar, micah curled an arm around alex, the other’s not-so-subtle touch leaving a tingling sensation on his skin. it wasn’t exactly the smartest decision to offer him another glass of alcohol, and he was about to propose getting him a mocktail instead when alex spoke up.
micah turned, raising an eyebrow, and for a split second, he considered raising an arm up and gently pushing him away; he’d had countless experiences of people throwing up on him, and once the deed has been done, micah can’t really look at them the same way. he certainly did not want that to happen to alex, but a small part of him figured that he’d let alex off with a half-hearted warning. “what—”
then alex was kissing him, lips soft and nice and he could taste a hint of beer as he licked into his mouth. micah’s hands slid down to alex’s slim waist, gripping them possessively and if they weren’t in public (damn it), he’d be groping his ass.
“well,” he murmured once he pulled away, trying not to think of the fact that this was their first kiss, “what was that for?”