#hungryhd

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i’m so full of love and i want to give it all to you.

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sorry im still Obsessed with this but brett taking care of extremely drunk, stupid aleks after the talkin stalkins stream??

Brett was expecting to take care of a drunk Aleks, but he wasn’t expecting how much alcohol the Fun.haus guys would feed them before the stream. Bruce pitched it as “catching up”, and while Brett knew better than to drink as much as Bruce wanted them to, Aleks is always up to the challenge.

After the stream, whatever the fuck that stream was, he manages to get Aleks up and towards the Uber waiting for them and to his apartment without too much trouble. But Aleks is a clingy drunk, and leaving proves to be nearly impossible because Aleks won’t let him the fuck go.

“Okay, I get it, you love me,” Brett laughs, ignoring the hands grabbing at his waist, “but you gotta sit down.”

“Stay?” Aleks whines, and Brett knows he’s going to be embarrassed about it later, but he gives a long sigh and plops himself down on the couch.

“Only if you actually drink water, you fucking idiot.”

“Deal. We’re watching a movie.”

“No.”

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some brett n aleks if you’re still taking prompts ????ily

I STILL DONT KNOW IF I WRITE THESE CHARACTERS WELL WHAT FUCK

“Do you ever sleep, dude?” Aleks asks, half-asleep, dragging himself out of the bedroom in nothing but a shirt that’s very obviously Brett’s. It hangs a little to one side and is barely long enough to hide anything, but Brett’s too tired to think about it too much.

“I’ve got work to do for our shitty company,” he sighs, scrubbing a hand over his beard, “chaos never rests.”

“This chaos does,” Aleks mutters, walking over and resting his forearms on Brett’s shoulders and leaning his chin on his head. Brett chuckles and turns his head to press a kiss to Aleks’ wrist.

“I have to--”

“Nope,” Aleks interjects, pressing his lips to the top of Brett’s head, “I’ll make you an offer. You come to bed, I jack you off, and you fall asleep like the old man you are.”

Brett snorts and shuts down his computer--he knows Aleks won’t leave unless he agrees to go with him, and the offer is pretty damn good--, and Aleks gives a triumphant hum as he pulls away to let Brett get up.

“Jesus, that shirt covers nothing,” Brett finally says, and Aleks does a half-hearted turn with a tired smile.

“You could have all this if you go the fuck to sleep.”

“That’s...not how it works.”

“Shut up.”

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(ask u for cc prompts cuz ur the very best) aleks with literally anyone? doing anything? u decide!

“i lost my asshole friends in this club and im kinda drunk and youre kinda gorgeous” au with aleks and brett

Brett hates bars like this. Flashing neon lights, too many scantily clad people trying to touch him--it wasn’t his choice, it was his fucking friend’s birthday and he insisted. He can’t say no, especially if drinks are on him.

But now, now, he’s drunk out of his mind, in the middle of a crowd of disgustingly sweaty people, with his friends nowhere to be found. It’s close to two in the morning, he wouldn’t be surprised if they just left him, but he’s fuming with anger and he bumps into too many people on his way out and toward a stool at the bar.

“You alright dude?” Brett looks up from glaring angrily into his empty cup to see a guy giving him an amused smile, sitting next to him and nursing his own drink.

“I think my friends left me, the assholes,” Brett laughs, and he can’t bring himself to care that he’s blatantly checking this guy out. He should care, especially because he spends way too long looking at his arms and the tattoos covering them, trying to make his brain stop swimming so he can admire them--

“Here, let me help you out of here,” he says, setting his glass down and pulling out his phone.

“You don’t have to, I can handle it.” Brett can’t handle it.

“You can’t handle it.”

The guy takes Brett’s hand and guides him out (and gives him a great view as they walk), and once they stumble outside, Aleks asks where he lives so he can order the car.

“Shouldn’t you ask a guy’s name first?” Brett slurs, flashing a dopey smile at the guy, who chuckles and doesn’t look up from his phone.

“Fine. I’m Aleks, and you are...?”

“Brett.”

Aleks fights with Brett about going with him, and Brett knows he should just take the help, he hasn’t been this drunk in...God knows how long and he wouldn’t mind spending time with his gorgeous savior. But it’s a drunken pride thing (that Aleks ends up winning).

“Before you go,” Brett says, struggling with his door and smiling at Aleks’ laughter, “I should pay you back for the Uber.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Brett turns to look at him, and this time Aleks is the one to give Brett the once-over.

“But I want to thank you when I’m sober.”

Aleks looks at him for a few seconds, before sighing and pulling out his phone again, and it takes Brett a few seconds to get it and tell him his phone number.

“I’ll see you around?”

“Maybe,” Aleks chuckles, patting Brett on the shoulder, “text me when you’re not too hungover.”

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uhhh if you’re comfortable writing it maybe something like smutty aleks brett? for a prompt

i havent fucked with this pairing yet but im digging the concept

Aleks has been straddling Brett’s lap long enough that his knees are starting to ache--the shitty couch only has so much padding, and he’s pretty sure they’ve been there for a solid half an hour. But Brett’s hands are warm and solid on his hips, and when they pull apart to catch their breath, Aleks doesn’t really care about his aches.

Brett’s eyes slit open and he smiles up at Aleks, who has to fight the urge to dive right back in and kiss those swollen lips again because right, he needs to breathe. Brett’s fingers twitch on Aleks’ hips, and the latter sighs and rocks forward a little.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Brett mutters, the smirk on his lips taunting Aleks, and he can’t help but try and kiss it away.

“D’you think James’ll get mad if we fuck on the couch?” Brett wheezes a laugh and Aleks’ heart swoops, moves from his face down to his neck, busying himself with dragging lazy kisses down and getting a soft hum out of Brett.

“I don’t think it would be the first time it’s happened.”

“I can just burn it?” Aleks offers, and Brett snorts and pulls Aleks closer by the hips, making him whine into the skin of his neck.

“Don’t burn it, freak.”

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hundarhd/hungryhd is one of my favorite ships now next to novahd

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god,,,,,hundarhd makes me so soft™

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