The List
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Number One: The Scenester
Arthur raised an eyebrow when Gilbert ordered another round. The man was already shitfaced, yet he was confident he could drink more than Arthur. However, Arthur was just pleasantly buzzed.
"One more!" Gilbert shouted, slamming his empty shot glass onto the counter. He lost his balance and fell into Arthur's shoulder.
"I think that's enough." Arthur said. He slipped his arm around Gilbert's waist and hefted him up.
"No, no, nonono." Gilbert slurred. His pale cheeks were red and his eyes were beginning to get blood shot. The bartender was obviously getting angry with Gilbert's loud display.
"Come on, Gil." Arthur slung Gilbert's arm across his shoulders and helped him walk outside.
The cool night air felt nice on Arthur's face as he half-dragged half-carried Gilbert to the street edge in order to hail a cab.
"Hey... hey, Artie." Gilbert poked Arthur's cheek. "Top me tonight."
Arthur rolled his eyes. "You're way too drunk."
"How come you don't get drunk as fast?" Gilbert whined.
Arthur got a cab and shoved Gilbert into it. He told the man the address and shut the window between the back and the front seat.
"Because I'm British." Arthur said simply.
Gilbert grunted and leaned against him. "Let's have sex." he mumbled.
Arthur ran his fingers through Gilbert's hair. "You're too drunk."
"C'mon!" Gilbert whined. "I said you could top."
"I don't want to." Arthur said, though the idea of dominating Gilbert was very tempting.
This was their relationship. Sex and drinking. It was very rare when they would go on a date, not that Arthur minded. He would get another piercing or even a tattoo with Gilbert as long as they stayed together. He was just happy to spend time with someone.
He usually did give in to Gilbert's pleading, but it was entertaining to watch the pale man squirm and whine. Arthur sometimes thought he was a sadist.
"Arthur." Gilbert nuzzled his nose into the blond's crotch. "Pretty please?"
"Alright. But I'm really topping."
"Yes!" Gilbert pressed his opened mouth against Arthur's jeans.
"Not here, you idiot!" Arthur yanked on Gilbert's hair, but that only caused the moron to grin.
"I like it when you pull my hair."
Arthur rolled his eyes. The cab stopped and he quickly paid the man before yanking Gilbert outside.
"Pull me some more, Arthur." Gilbert pushed Arthur against the wall of their apartment building and ground against his thigh.
Arthur could already feel that Gilbert had a hard-on. He smirked. Gilbert always got hard fast. It was just the matter of making him come.
Pushing his thigh against Gilbert's erection, the blond bit his lover's neck. "I get to top, remember?" He shoved Gilbert through the front doors and across the lobby to an elevator.
Gilbert's back hit the back wall of the elevator. He laughed until Arthur's mouth covered his. Gilbert groaned against Arthur's lips as the blond ran his hand down his chest and back up his shirt.
The door opened behind them and Arthur glared over his shoulder. The man standing there blinked in surprise. Arthur guessed they were quite a sight. Blond and almost silver hair, tight black shirts, one almost off, faux-leather pants and tight denim, converse and combat boots. That didn't include their jewelry.
The man stepped back. A peculiar cowlick bobbed as he walked. "S-sorry guys. I'll wait for the next one."
Arthur grunted in reply and slammed the 'close doors' button. He turned back to Gilbert.
"Maybe we should wait until we get to our apartment." Gilbert breathed. His cheeks were flushed pink.
"Why are you so shy all of a sudden?" Arthur purred in Gilbert's ear. "Wasn't it you who tried to suck my cock in the cab just a bit ago?"
Gilbert gulped and nodded slowly.
"Then shut up." The doors opened behind Arthur and he hefted Gilbert into his arms. The man was heavy, but Arthur's adrenaline made it easy to carry Gilbert to their door.
Arthur pressed Gilbert against the wall beside their apartment and kissed him greedily.
He pulled away long enough to pull out his key and opened the door.
Gilbert shoved Arthur into their apartment and slammed the door on any prying eyes.
•
Arthur woke up alone. Gilbert was probably out buying cigarettes or cooking pancakes.
Arthur sat up and ran his fingers through his hair. He needed to shower.
He stood and glanced around their room. Cigarette cartons littered the floor, along with beer cans and clothes. Arthur vaguely wondered how he went from the perfect son to sex and drinking hound.
Leaving bad thoughts behind, he went across the hall to their bathroom. Arthur at least kept this room clean. He had a slight phobia of filthy bathrooms and tended to keep theirs sparkly.
He looked in the mirror and grimaced at his pale face. The circles under his eyes looked like bruises. He pushed his hair back from his face. He had a scab going through his eyebrow from a bar fight the other night. The guy had hit him with a bottle. Gilbert had filled it with glue when they got home.
His pierced ears glinted in the sharp light. He twisted the three studs on each ear as he started the shower.
After his shower, Arthur dressed in loose pants and went to the kitchen. Gilbert was cooking. Arthur didn't understand how he could get hammered and be up early enough to cook.
"Morning." Arthur mumbled.
"Good morning." Gilbert smiled over his shoulder. "Why are you always grumpy in the morning?"
"I'm not." Arthur replied and slouched at the table.
While Arthur kept the bathroom clean, Gilbert took pride in his kitchen. He kept it tidy and smelling of pastries.
Gilbert laughed and set a heaping plate of pancakes on the table. "Sure, you grouch."
Arthur rolled his eyes. "Is all you know how to make are pancakes?"
"I can make lots other stuff." Gilbert handed Arthur a plate and a cup of tea. "Pancakes are just my favorite." He sat across from Arthur, loading his plate with fluffy pancakes.
"I can tell." Arthur grabbed a few before Gilbert took them all.
"At least I can cook." Gilbert poured syrup over his stack of pancakes. He leaned back in his chair and lifted his feet onto Arthur's lap.
"Ha-ha." Arthur caressed Gilbert's leg.
They were in a comfortable silence. Once in a while, Gilbert would giggle from an accidental tickle. Arthur would smirk at him.
"What do you want to do tonight?" Gilbert asked as he scraped the last bit of pancake off his plate.
Arthur hummed in thought. He knew Gilbert would suggest they go to a bar or something, so he didn't bother to tell the man he wanted to do something different. Something that didn't include drinking.
"I heard about a new club we can check out." Gilbert said. He finally pushed his plate away and leaned back in his seat.
This was getting old. Arthur sighed and rubbed his temples. "Let's do something different."
Gilbert grinned. "Riding crop?"
Arthur pinched Gilbert's calf. "No, you idiot."
"Ball gag? Hand cuffs? A giant dildo shaped like a dragon-"
"I meant," Arthur interrupted, "Something that doesn't involve drinking."
Gilbert blinked. "What?"
"Let's not go drinking tonight." Arthur said. "Let's go to a movie. Or a proper date."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Gilbert asked, his voice defensive.
"I just mean that ever since we've gotten together, all we have done is drink." Arthur explained. He twisted one of his earrings. "I want to do something else."
"What's wrong with drinking? What is this all of a sudden?" Gilbert swung his legs off Arthur's lap.
"It's nothing like that." Arthur said. "How about, we go drinking after dinner or whatever we do, does that seem okay?" Arthur said.
Gilbert rubbed the back of his neck. "Alright. What do you want to do?"
Arthur shrugged and looked around their kitchen. "We can go to dinner, or a movie, or the beach."
"Let's go to the beach. Then we can go eat." Gilbert said. He stood. "Then we can drink. Go get ready!" Gilbert cleared the table.
"Are we swimming?" Arthur asked. He wasn't a huge fan of swimming. He thought they would just walk the beach like those couples in the commercials.
"Well, duh. Why else would we go to the beach?" Gilbert said. He went to the sink and began rinsing the dishes.
Arthur said nothing as he stood. At least they were doing something besides drinking.
•
Arthur smiled as the water lapped around his shins. They had found their own personal stretch of beach. The pale skin, black attire and earrings had pushed everyone into a wide arch around them.
He turned his head around, looking for Gilbert. His lover was sitting on the sand, slumped over. He had a transparent Coke bottle in his hand.
"Gilbert." Arthur said softly. He moved to him. "Are you okay?" He had a sneaky suspicion what was in that bottle, but he still wanted to give Gilbert the benefit of the doubt. "Gilbert." Arthur knelt in front of him.
The platinum blond raised his head. "'Ey, Artie." His cheeks were pink and it had nothing to do with the sun.
Arthur growled and shoved Gilbert back into the sand. "You said you wouldn't drink!"
"Aw, come on, babe." Gilbert laughed and sat up, albeit wobbly.
"Shut up!" Arthur shoved Gilbert back into the sand, and this time, he stayed down. "I'm so done with you!" He kicked Gilbert's Coke bottle into the water.
"Hey!" Gilbert rolled onto his stomach. "I was drinking that!"
"I know! That's why I kicked it!" Arthur was shouting know, but he didn't care. It didn't matter that Gilbert was drinking. It was that he had said he wouldn't and did. If he lied about drinking, who knew what else there was.
"Asshole." Gilbert mumbled. He stood and went to his bag. He pulled out a flask.
"You disgust me." Arthur scooped up his things and walked angrily up the hill that led to the parking lot.
"Where ya going?" Gilbert shouted.
"Away from you!" Arthur got to the street and began walking home. The sidewalk burnt his feet, but he was too angry to care or notice. He would get a cab, but they wouldn't let Arthur in with his wet trunks and sandy feet.
Arthur sighed and twisted his earring. He remembered that Gilbert got his ears pierced one night when they were drunk. Arthur had been furious at the time, but found that they suited him. Now, however, they felt disgusting.
He popped the backs off his earrings and pocketed the gold, black and silver studs.
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Author's note: welcome welcome! This will only have 8 chapters! Lots of pairings no ship fights!