"I want the K." (Because... -Flies away-)
Kyoya Ootori was not a party-goer. Kyoya Ootori was not a drinker. Yet there he stood, side of the dance floor, beer in hand, watching as the man who dragged him to the event flirted shamelessly with a tiny blonde girl. He couldn’t help the small pang of jealousy that shot through him — not due to his feelings for the other, of course, but because the very person who convinced him that attending the gathering would be fun ignored his very existence. Yes. Definitely that. Or maybe it was just the alcohol in his system speaking for him. Eh. Whatever the case, feelings certainly weren’t involved in his thought process. The teen finished off his drink with a discontented swig, then trekked off to the kitchen in search of another.
He undoubtedly stepped on a few toes during his expedition, but the fruit of his labors made any worry of such occurrence disappear. Another sip and clouded eyes scanned the area. Where should I go now? Not backthere. Hm…ah! A back door. Perfect. The thick, crowded atmosphere of the living room left him all too hot, so the night air would undoubtedly feel wonderful on his tepid skin. Kyoya edged his way through the exit rather clumsily and stumbled over the tracking in such a manner that harmed his toe “Ow,” He drawled slowly, raising his foot for emphasis and spilling some of his drink in the process.
Wincing and groaning passed, the male directed his attention to his surroundings. Oh…a pool. He wandered over to the edge, plopping himself unceremoniously down in the spot. What felt like an hour passed, and Kyoya was certain he dozed off blithely until a crude shake startled him into consciousness.
"There you are, love. I’ve been looking for you."
The younger shot Adam a glare and pulled from the grip on his shoulder. “Don’t touch me,” He grumbled sourly.
Adam’s eyes narrowed at the attitude, but he brushed it off as the nap-alcohol combination simply making him grumpy. “C’mon. If you stay out here any longer, you’ll catch cold, and I need to get you home.” The elder took hold of both shoulders now in an attempt to heave the brunet from the ground. Kyoya stood shakily, but soon pushed the other away, anger still coursing through his veins. Of course, the push only landed the drunken teen into the pool. Way to go, genius.
It was only the shallow end of the pool, but due to the other male’s mindset, Adam jumped in after him and dragged him to the surface. He allowed a glare of his own to meet Kyoya’s own steady gaze. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”
More struggle. Kyoya writhed effortlessly in the vice-like grip on his arms. Frustration at it’s peak, he opted for shouting, “Get the hell away from me! You piss me off! Why…why would you invite me here to leave me?! You know full well that I don’t know anyone! You’re…ugh!” Speech ended, he fought against Adam again, more desperate in his actions.
Adam stood frozen, eyes wide, before an arrogant bout of laughter spilled out. “You could have just told me you were jealous, love. I would have payed plenty of attention to you,” He purred, taking hold of the younger’s chin with one hand, the other holding him sturdy enough to prevent his escape.
Shocked grey eyes greeted amused green. “I wasn’t—! Shut the hell up!” The panicked statements only issued more chuckles.
"You’re very cute, dear, especially with alcohol in your system like this. You don’t hold it very well," The blond murmured, then pecking a small kiss onto the other male’s lips.
It was now Kyoya’s turn to rest completely still. Adam paused, observing his expression; he proceeded to press a longer kiss. Kyoya soon reciprocated and balled fists into the front of the elder’s shirt. The kisses continued, becoming deeper and deeper as one after another was initiated. Adam edged Kyoya backward, toward the opposite side of the pool, but the brunet slipped, dragging the two of them underneath the cool water. Their lips remained connected while down, but they bolted up separately.
The two inhaled shallowly for a few passing moments; Adam initiated conversation with the clearing of his throat, “How about I take you home, hm? It’s a little chilly.”