milky's bullshit containment zone

[weaseled]

Who ⚔ Yael & assorted nerds
What ⚔ A dungeon run and other things
When ⚔ After the party
Where ⚔ Errywhere
Content Warnings ⚔ Men with their tits out? Alcohol??? No correlation there surprisingly. nsfw i'm sorry mom

Comments

[weaseled]

[Of course he makes him wait. Yael knows he's in the doghouse, so he allows it, following after Fai until they reach the location of his @ home, and...]

...Ha. It suits you. A café, right?

[fluorite]

And some kind of jazz club too. I wanted something with a nice atmosphere.

[ He sends Yael a guild invite.

Is he going to join? ]

[weaseled]

[...]

Are you ever going to talk to me again if I don't join...?

[fluorite]

...

[ He says nothing at all, instead choosing to look at Yael expectantly. This is his decision to make. ]

[weaseled]

Geez...

[Can't he just get a day pass or something? Grumbling, Yael accepts. He's not sure how to feel about "Yael {Fine Wine}" displaying above his head, but it's. It's whatever.]

Come on. Let's go in.

[fluorite]

[ With that, Fai finally smiles. ]

Good job.

[ He opens up the @ home, and once they load in, it reveals a very cozy space filled all sorts of seating, bookshelves and board games, and a prominent bar. Light jazz filters throughout the @ home as well. ]

What do you think?

[weaseled]

[Yael takes his time touring the @ home, wandering from space to space and soaking in the atmosphere. This definitely seems like the kind of place a guy like Fai would kick back and relax in while studying... but the bar?]

Mm. You really are a wino.

[fluorite]

[ He settles back on one of the couches, kicking his feet up on the ottoman. ]

I don't drink all the time. Besides, there's coffee there too! Look at the espresso machines. Aren't they nice?

[ They're just for flavor, but if a chef job class is ever available, Fai will hop on that and use them. ]

[weaseled]

[Yael idly fiddles with the expresso knobs, turning... something on by accident and deciding it's time to stop, leaving it as it is to join Fai on the couch. He falls back into it with a muted whump, arms draped over the backrest.]

You were drinking plenty at the party. [...] That's my fault, huh.

[fluorite]

[ Fai snickers when Yael turns something on by accident. Ha ha. ]

Well, I drank a lot for Never Have I Ever.

[ Turns out he's done a lot that these nerds never have. ]

But if it makes you feel cooler, I can say you were part of it.

[weaseled]

[Yael exhales a laugh, shaking his head.]

Nah. I'd rather not make you feel worse than I already have.

[fluorite]

I'm fine now.

[ He turns his head to look over at Yael, giving him a small shrug. ]

Now that I know it wasn't personal. What kept you so busy anyway?

[weaseled]

[Is it really fine? Yael doesn't visibly react, sinking further into the cushions.]

You know how life gets. Sometimes it's one thing after the next.

[fluorite]

I do.

[ For him, it gets hectic at the end of the semester or when he has to attend back to back conferences. ]

Nothing bad, I hope.

[weaseled]

Nothing I couldn't deal with.

[Vague, but he'd rather not talk about his life circumstances. Just thinking about it is making him itch, so Yael pulls a bottle of whiskey out of his inventory and sets it on top of Fai's head. ???]

[fluorite]

[ Fai knows a conversation ender when he hears it, and he'd be the last person to push for personal details like that anyway.

So, he's quick to change the topic as he takes the whiskey bottle off of his head. ]

Too shy to ask me to open it for you?

[weaseled]

Something like that.

[He'll feel better with some liquor in him. Isn't that just the way of things?]

Did you seriously think I'd ditched you?

[fluorite]

Can't blame me, can you? You're a big bully.

[ So naturally, Fai has to bully him back. He shifts around on the couch so that he's on his knees and hovering over Yael as he opens up the bottle. ]

Open up your mouth and I'll pour it right in.

[weaseled]

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Picking up where we left off?

[That sounds like Yael chiding him, but he really isn't, obediently opening his mouth with only a moment's hesitation.]

[fluorite]

[ He presses the bottle to Yael's lips and tips it just so, careful not to spill it everywhere. ]

If you want to. [ Fai pauses, hesitating just a bit before deciding to go through with the question. ] But aren't you the kind of guy that doesn't like one night stands?

[weaseled]

[Funny how much finer the liquor tastes when it's being fed to him like this, the acrid, bitter aftertaste sweetened somewhat.]

That's right. I don't.

[Snatching the bottle from Fai's hands, Yael pours some into his mouth before bringing their lips together and returning the favor. Drink up, Fai.]

[fluorite]

[ Ah... he's not, is he? Then what does this mean? The temptation to ask him grows as Fai watches him pour whiskey into his own mouth, but the thought dissipates the moment their lips touch.

He lets the whiskey filter into his own mouth and the burn as it goes down his throat is a lot more tolerable than it usually is. Sweet drinks really are his style, but if he has the harder stuff delivered to him like this, it's not so bad.

Feeling his resolve not to ask Yael that question still lingering in his mind falter, Fai brings his hands up to cup Yael's cheeks and keep him right where he is. ]

[weaseled]

[He's given Fai his answer. He isn't a one night stand kind of guy, having only been in a single, very serious relationship from the time he was a teenager that lasted well into adulthood. These last few years have been lonely, but Yael embraced that loneliness. He didn't want company. He didn't want companionship. He wanted to be alone to mourn and never once questioned when that need to isolate would finally pass.

The answer found him first.

What he wants from Fai isn't something he'll only want once. By indulging him, Fai has to accept that Yael will only crave more, only crave him, kissing him again and again until the taste of alcohol disappears off their tongues. After that, he kisses him a little more, fingers dug into those thin, bony hips.

And who knows? Maybe Fai isn't the one. Yael certainly doesn't expect him to be. What he does expect is that he won't stop desiring Fai the way he does now, taking and taking and hoping he'll be put out of his desperation with a staunch refusal.]

[fluorite]

[ He's not sure when it happens, but Fai eventually finds himself properly straddling Yael's hips, just short of pressing flush against him. The way Yael kisses him over and over, pushing their tongues together for a brief moment before they come back together again, to the point he no longer tastes the whiskey and instead only tastes Yael on his tongue. It's intoxicating in a very different way than the alcohol is, and he keeps his hands right where they are on Yael's cheeks.

Well, until he decides to rest a hand on his shoulder while the other slides back into his hair. The desire to feel that hair between his fingers for real is strong, but he lets this be a stand-in on its own for now. After all, he can still feel the warmth radiating off of the man beneath him.

And if Yael is expecting a refusal when Fai eventually breaks the kiss, he doesn't get it. Instead, Fai starts to pepper kisses along his jaw, taking his sweet time as he marks a path towards his neck. ]

[weaseled]

[Fai really should refuse him. Their lips part and with it goes that luxurious heat. In its place is the kind of all-consuming cold that inspires shivers, fearsome in its own right, but then Fai's lips are on his skin and Yael can no longer focus on that dreadful chill.

Can he go back to being alone? Can he be fine with a one night stand? He doesn't know. God, he just doesn't know.

It's frustration over those what ifs that sees him tugging hard on Fai's hips, pulling him flush to his lap and grinding up into him. Sorry, Fai, but he can't go about this logically. Too many emotions are tied into the simple act of intimacy, something Yael's been without for too many years. It took lighting a fire under his skin to remind him of how much he despises the cold.]