Sejanus' Informal Capitol Education
Coryo took the bottle from Sejanus with a wicked grin. "Shall we open it?"
Sejanus raised his eyebrows. "You don't even like posca."
"This is true, but you like it; and today, luckily enough, is your birthday, and tomorrow is a Saturday. Lastly, and this is the best part: your parents aren't home to scold us."
He uncorked the bottle and located two wine glasses from the cabinet.
Sejanus eyed the glass Coryo offered for a tense minute before he took it and downed it in one gulp, letting it fall onto the counter with a slight bang.
"Sejanus-" Coryo said, alarmed.
"It's my birthday, right, Coryo?" Sejanus replied, a little forcefully. "Pour me another."
Sejanus finally had a plan: to get so drunk out of his mind that he couldn't physically get turned on by his best friend.
He had just underestimated how much posca that would take.
Sejanus was on his fifth glass and if anything, Coriolanus had gotten even hotter.
There was a slight flush in his cheeks, and he had rolled up the sleeves of his button-down shirt to help with the cooking, causing Sejanus’ heart to race whenever he looked his way. Every time Coriolanus absentmindedly licked sauce or spices off his fingers, Sejanus felt his entire body contract with longing. Coryo leaned over and brushed against him so frequently that Sejanus wondered if he was doing it all on purpose.