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metamorphosis2016-11-18 10:54 pm
flair) wrote in metamorphosis2016-11-18 10:54 pm
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Title: influences (being one and being under)
Characters: Black, Leonardo Watch
Rating: g
If he knew this is how drinking with Black would go, he would have never suggested it. He probably should have abandoned it when Black had laughed at him and asked if he was even old enough to drink.
(He isn't, but it's not like that's ever stopped him before. Black laughed at that too, then called him a bad influence before he left to pick up a couple of six-packs.)
The experience leaves him with Black laying in his lap, voicing soft complaints every time he moves even the slightest bit. Leo settles for gently playing with his bangs, studying his flushed cheeks and wide blue eyes. He's not sure if Black is studying him back or if he's just staring off into space, but the rapt attention makes him squirm (and makes Black complain, again).
"It's getting late," Leo finally murmurs; Black scrunches his nose, shaking his head, and Leo laughs. "It so is, Black. Even if you can't read the time, I can. I haven't had half as much as you."
"You can stay over," Black replies stubbornly and slurring, fingers curling into his shirt. Leo raises his eyebrows at him, then switches from playing with his bangs to poking his cheek; it makes Black scrunch his nose again, swatting at his hand with all the grace and accuracy of a newborn cat.
"Excuse you, this is my apartment. I'm the one who has to invite you to stay."
Black stares at him, blinking slowly; he doesn't say anything in response, and Leo puzzles over it for a couple of minutes before realizing he's waiting. He sighs, carding his fingers through Black's hair again, and leans into the lumpy couch cushions. There's no misinterpreting what his company wants; it's obvious now that he's thinking about it, listening to Black's steady breathing and feeling his shirt getting tugged gently as Black relaxes and curls his fingers into it.
"Do you wanna stay the night?" He finally asks, knowing giving in is the only option, and Black turns towards him, pressing his face into his stomach with a soft hum. He supposes that's a yes and rests his hands between his shoulder blades. Black fidgets a little, then settles once he's comfortable, and Leo grimaces when he realizes something else: they're on the couch.
"I don't want to sleep here."
"'m comfy," Black replies, hard to hear; his voice is soft and sleepy, and being muffled against his stomach isn't helping. Leo shakes his head, pushing him up by his shoulders—or he would, if Black wasn't stubbornly hugging his middle.
"Black, c'mon, you'll be comfier on the bed—"
"Your bed sucks." He fidgets again, turning his head enough to watch Leo in the corner of his eye. "You're comfy. Please?"
Leo purses his lips, staring at him with all the sternness he can muster two drinks into the night; Black stares back, mouth parted slightly and an incredibly distraught look on his face.
...It's really unfair how good he is at puppy eyes when he's drunk. Leo groans softly, slamming back into the couch, and feels his irritation slip away when Black laughs, cuddling closer to him again.
Characters: Black, Leonardo Watch
Rating: g
If he knew this is how drinking with Black would go, he would have never suggested it. He probably should have abandoned it when Black had laughed at him and asked if he was even old enough to drink.
(He isn't, but it's not like that's ever stopped him before. Black laughed at that too, then called him a bad influence before he left to pick up a couple of six-packs.)
The experience leaves him with Black laying in his lap, voicing soft complaints every time he moves even the slightest bit. Leo settles for gently playing with his bangs, studying his flushed cheeks and wide blue eyes. He's not sure if Black is studying him back or if he's just staring off into space, but the rapt attention makes him squirm (and makes Black complain, again).
"It's getting late," Leo finally murmurs; Black scrunches his nose, shaking his head, and Leo laughs. "It so is, Black. Even if you can't read the time, I can. I haven't had half as much as you."
"You can stay over," Black replies stubbornly and slurring, fingers curling into his shirt. Leo raises his eyebrows at him, then switches from playing with his bangs to poking his cheek; it makes Black scrunch his nose again, swatting at his hand with all the grace and accuracy of a newborn cat.
"Excuse you, this is my apartment. I'm the one who has to invite you to stay."
Black stares at him, blinking slowly; he doesn't say anything in response, and Leo puzzles over it for a couple of minutes before realizing he's waiting. He sighs, carding his fingers through Black's hair again, and leans into the lumpy couch cushions. There's no misinterpreting what his company wants; it's obvious now that he's thinking about it, listening to Black's steady breathing and feeling his shirt getting tugged gently as Black relaxes and curls his fingers into it.
"Do you wanna stay the night?" He finally asks, knowing giving in is the only option, and Black turns towards him, pressing his face into his stomach with a soft hum. He supposes that's a yes and rests his hands between his shoulder blades. Black fidgets a little, then settles once he's comfortable, and Leo grimaces when he realizes something else: they're on the couch.
"I don't want to sleep here."
"'m comfy," Black replies, hard to hear; his voice is soft and sleepy, and being muffled against his stomach isn't helping. Leo shakes his head, pushing him up by his shoulders—or he would, if Black wasn't stubbornly hugging his middle.
"Black, c'mon, you'll be comfier on the bed—"
"Your bed sucks." He fidgets again, turning his head enough to watch Leo in the corner of his eye. "You're comfy. Please?"
Leo purses his lips, staring at him with all the sternness he can muster two drinks into the night; Black stares back, mouth parted slightly and an incredibly distraught look on his face.
...It's really unfair how good he is at puppy eyes when he's drunk. Leo groans softly, slamming back into the couch, and feels his irritation slip away when Black laughs, cuddling closer to him again.