Bilal rested his elbows on Micah’s bare thighs as he thought momentarily of what he was to paint. He tried to ignore just how close they were and what a small distance it would take for Bilal to lean in and kiss the boy that second. He wanted to, with all his might, he restrained himself, instead just brushing over his chest with the back of his hand. “You’re really cute when you’re drunk did you know that?” Bilal murmured, occupying himself by dipping his brush into the tubs of paint he had. “M’gonna have to shower you before you get to bed because I’m not sending you back home with paint on you” He snickered, turning back to his chest. Bilal let his eyes sweep over Micah’s chiseled chest, a small smile reaching his lips. “Dunno if I’m good at pups if I’m honest” He apologised, resting his free hand on Micah’s waist to steady him as he began painting a bright yellow crescent moon on his chest. “Dunno if you’ll have a good look from where you are but I’m going to do my best take on a classic” He smiled, swiping his brush across the smooth skin of Micah’s chest almost too carelessly for it to be considered deliberate. Maybe it had been the symptoms of the night wearing off on him or the fact that he could smell just how sweet Micah smelt. “I have to say, it won’t be as amazing as what you did for me, but expect something sub par at the least”
“No.” Micah argues back indignantly, shaking his head just as indignantly. “M’not cute.” He slurs, but he giggles anyway. “You’re cute though.” A grin pulls at the corner of his lips and he nods his head insistently. “So cute. So beautiful. Like Ama.” He feels his cheeks heating up, but he’s not embarrassed and he has the lack of inhibitions to thank for that. He grips Bilal’s knees tighter, his gaze remains level with the older male’s, but his smile falters slightly at Bilal’s next words and it’s like the glass of intoxication that surrounds him has been momentarily fractured. “Naked?” He asks shaking his head. “I can’t-- I can’t be naked. I can just sleep here, ‘nd shower in the morning.” He nods in affirmation, his slightly panicked eyes seem to mellow out after he voices his plan. At least he knows, despite his drunkenness, he has his morals intact, no matter appealing standing in a shower with Bilal seemed. The smile returns to his lips as Bilal agrees to paint a dog on him, the cold paint hits his chest and Micah momentarily forgets how to breathe as his eyes train on the concentration on Bilal’s face. Another giggle passes his lips and Micah swats Bilal playfully, and most definitely in a flirtatious way. “Hush you, you’re a great artist. You can paint a dog in your sleep.” He pauses, then looks down at Bilal’s work in progress, realising it’s not a dog, but possibly a moon. “You should put a love heart around it. It will be cute. Cute like you and Ama.”












