Shedletsky blinked at the screen, the game's code running on it. He wasn't the one for the code, but he had some knowledge. Meanwhile, David, the one on the chair with his hands on the keyboard, was looking through it all slowly. "I'm thinking of getting a drink later," Shedletsky starts, horribly if he could add, "wanna come along?" David chuckled and turned to look at the man hunched back beside him to joke, "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're trying to do something to me."
God, he wish that was true. John blinked a few times before scratching his neck a bit. The only thing he could think of as a reply was, "You wish." Was he trying to fuck it up intentionally? David only laughed. "Yeah, sure," his right hand sat on his lap, "I'll see you at yours tonight."
"M—wait, mine?" Say sike, David.
"Why not?" He did not say sike.
"...sure, I guess," he was fucking it up definitely.
He didn't know when, where, or how it happened specifically, but John ended up under David, with the latter's hands under his shirt. They both reeked of alcohol, grasping at each others hair and clothes like they would never get this chance again, which would likely be the case. They kept pushing off for air but immediately diving in back for each other's mouths, tongues wrapping around each other in a desperate dance.
They pulled apart for the final time and both men began panting. John stared up with love while David looked down with confusion, the move that they just pulled off scrambling with his feeling of responsibility. "I," David cleared his throat, getting up from hovering over the brunette, "I should go." Shedletsky frowned, "Because of the kiss? And what about the fact that you're drunk? You can't drive like this."
David sighed and opened the apartment door anyway, "I'll manage. See you later." And with that, John was left alone on the couch with a click of his door.