Sipping slowly on his whiskey sour, Bakugo tried not to be annoyed. But goddamn there were so many fucking people here. Just as he lifted his glass back up to his lips a body slammed into his right side causing his drink to spill down his chin and onto his shirt.
"What the fuck?!" He all but screamed at the girl who had hit him. Giggling, and clearly drunk, she apologized and scurried away. He downed the remaining liquor in a single gulp and set his empty glass on the pub table next to him. He pulled on his shirt to inspect the damage. His white T-shirt was completely jacked. Fuck me. Leaning his back against the wall, he ran a hand through his blonde hair, totally fucking frustrated. Eyes closed, he exhaled deeply.
He hated bars. He hated people. He hated people at bars. And yet, here he was, in a bar, filled with fucking people. He'd never even fucking be here if it wasn't for his stupid ass boyfriend.
"Getting a little sloppy aren't we?"
Bakugo opened his eyes and, as if his thought conjured him, there his boyfriend stood with a shit-eating grin on his face.
"Fuck off," he huffed. Looking down, he felt a little embarrassed. He had tried to look good tonight. It was Kirishima's first solo gig and he wanted to feel like he could stand by his side. You know, look the part or some shit. He'd never fucking admit to it, of course.
Gentle fingers pulled his chin up to meet Kirishima's gaze. "Baku, look at me." Begrudgingly, he did. Looking into his boyfriend's eyes always made his insides feel a bit mushy. It was annoying.
"What's wrong?" As Kirishima asked this, the fingers holding his chin drifted along his jaw then down his neck where they settled, softly palming the skin there. Bakugo felt himself instantly relax under Kirishima's touch. He was always so sweet to him, always so fucking soft. He didn't deserve him and thank fuck this beautiful idiot didn't realize it yet.
Reaching up, he placed his own hand on top of Kirishima's and gave it a little squeeze.
"Nothing, it's fine."
Kirishima leaned forward and pressed a swift kiss to Bakugo's forehead. "Babe, you're shit at lying. Tell me."
Sighing, Bakugo removed his hand off of Kirishima's and crossed his arms defensively. "I told you, it's nothing." Taking a step back, Kirishima gave Bakugo a look over. Suddenly he unzipped his hoodie before shrugging out of it and handing it to Bakugo.
"Here, take it."
"I don't need you giving me your shit," he grumbled.
Kirishima just laughed. "Don't be fucking difficult, c'mere." He reached over and pulled Bakugo into a tight hug, Bakugo's arms sandwiched between them. "You fucking, idiot. Get off of me," he mumbled half-heartedly. Ignoring him, Kirishima kissed his cheek.
"Put it on. I'll be back." Kirishima turned to go head over to the bar. Rolling his eyes Bakugo slid into Kirishima's sweater, zipping it nearly all the way up to hide the spill on the front of his shirt. With Kirishima's back turned to him, he swiftly lifted the collar of the black hoodie and gave it a short sniff. He allowed himself to enjoy the woodsy yet almost sweet smell of his boyfriend's sweater. But not too much, he didn't want to look like a creepy fuck.
When Kirishima returned he had a shot of some amber colored liquor in each hand, one extended towards Bakugo. With an eyebrow arched he took the offered drink and said, "You tryin' to get me drunk, Kirishima?"
"I gotta find some way to take advantage of you." Kirishima jokes, throwing a quick wink in Bakugo's direction. Bakugo's lips turned up in the corners at the thought, unable to help himself. He then inhaled deep, mentally preparing himself to take the shot.
"Honestly, I just need the liquid courage. I'm fucking nervous." He clinked his shot glass against Bakugo's and slammed it back swallowing the contents in one quick motion. Kirishima's whole body seemed to tremble as he sucked in a breath of air through his teeth. "Jesus Christ." He choked out.
"That was fucking manly," Bakugo said sarcastically right before swallowing his own shot. The whiskey went down smooth. He didn't even flinch. Setting the small shot glass down on the table next to his empty glass from earlier he smirked at Kirishima. "...and that's how you're supposed to drink it. You know, how a man does it."
Without any type of warning Kirishima shoved Bakugo into the wall behind him. His hands roughly grabbed his face along either side of his jaw, locking him in place before Kirishima kissed him. Really kissed him. Soft lips molded against his own, a warm wet tongue darted out, forcing its way into his mouth. As Kirishima's tongue rubbed against his, Bakugo couldn't help but moan. He tasted so good. Whiskey and something else that was uniquely Kirishima. The noise seemed to egg the red head on because suddenly he ground his hips into Bakugo's. Pressing him even harder against the wall. Pressing against his unexpected erection. Oh fucking God. Bakugo's hands clung to Kirishima's waist, unable to do anything else.
Abruptly, Kirishima pulled away. Breathing ragged but looking quite fucking pleased with himself. The asshole smiled at him, smug as hell.
"What... the fuck... was that?" Bakugo was panting, trying to catch his breath. One of his hands in his hair, pulling at the blonde strands out of frustration. The other adjusting his damn cock before it burst through his fucking pants.
"Just a kiss. You know," he paused to raise his fingers into air quotes, "'how a man does it'." He was positively radiating big dick energy.
"I fucking hate you."
Discreetly Kirishima's hand snaked out, palming Bakugo's erection. "Doesn't seem like you do," he leered.
Bakugo grabbed his wrist, "Eijiro, I swear to fucking God if you don't knock this shit off I'm going to fuck you right here in the middle of this shitty motherfucking bar. Do you understand me?"
"Okay, fuck, okay." He laughed, but then, seeing Bakugo's expression, abruptly stopped. "Shit, okay. Look, I'm not going to apologize because you know that was hot as hell, but I'll stop."
Before Bakugo could say anything else, a voice boomed over the crowd.
"Ayyyye there's our fucking star! You ready to tear this place up man?!"
Denki Kamimari was there suddenly, slapping Kirishima's back so hard he nearly fell against Bakugo. Next to him was their other friend Sero, grinning like an idiot. Kirishima turned around, engulfing the blonde moron into a bear hug. "Fuck yeah dude! I didn't know you guys were coming!" Reaching his arm out, he threw it around Sero. After the three of them finished bro'ing out, Kirishima leaned against the wall next to Bakugo, apparently remembering his existence. He knew it was childish but seeing Kirishima being touched by anyone always pissed him off.
Nodding to Bakugo, Sero said, "Yo, what's up man." Denki then reached out, extending a hand towards him. As soon as he took it, he knew he made a mistake. The Pikachu looking bastard immediately tugged him into a hug, slapping his back the same way he did to Kirishima and started laughing fucking hysterically. "You fucking thought man! you fucking thought!" Shoving out of his grip, Bakugo looked at him annoyed. "You dumb shit, what does that even mean?" He didn't respond, he just kept laughing.
Kirishima slid his hand into Bakugo's, pulling him back against the wall with him. "Kami, leave my boyfriend alone. Anyway, thanks for coming guys. It means a lot."
Sero gave Kirishima a small slap on his shoulder. "Of course man. We wouldn't miss this shit for anything. I think the girls are coming too but we haven't ran into them yet." He nudged Kaminari and nodded his head to the direction of the bar. "We're gonna grab a drink. You guys want anything?"
Sheepishly, Kirishima nodded. Huh. It wasn't like him to drink too much, he really must be nervous.
"Alright bud, I'll get you something. How 'bout you Bakudude?"
"You know he does. C'mon let's go I need a fucking drink as of like yesterday," Kaminari whined pulling Sero away with him.
As the two idiots walked away Bakugo gave Kirishima's hand a squeeze. He'd have loved to say some sweet sappy shit to help calm his boyfriend's nerves but he didn't really know how. Somehow, Kirishima seemed to get it anyway. After pressing a swift kiss into the side of Bakugos neck he squeezed his hand back.
"I'm glad you're here. Hopefully I won't suck too bad," he mused.
"You won't. And if anyone says you do, I'll kick their ass," Bakugo threatened.
Kirishima just looked at Bakugo, his eyes soft and warm. The edges of his mouth lifted up into that easy smile he always wore. "You're my favorite person," Kirishima stated simply. Who would have thought that four words could make his entire body feel like it was being warmed from the inside. The feeling wasn't a bad one but, still, sometimes it was hard to deal with the sudden rush of emotions he felt towards the person next to him.
Blushing, he looked away and unable to help himself he grumbled, "shut up, you sappy little shit."
He could feel Kirishima's body tremble, holding back his laughter. Pulling out of his grasp, he made to leave. "I'm gonna go take a piss, be here when I get back." He started to walk away from Kirishima then after a couple steps threw his head back to yell over his shoulder, "you're mine too by the way."
He didn't wait to see but he hoped Kirishima smiled.
After weaving his way in between fellow bar patrons Bakugo finally found the bathroom. To his relief, he found it empty. Mid-piss, however, he realized that was not the case. A throaty moan could be heard coming from the bathrooms one single stall. Fucking gross. He tried to will himself to pee faster, to get the hell outta there. Who the hell wants to hear someone else fucking? In a god-damned dive bar bathroom no less. He sure the fuck didn't. Just as he was zipping up his fly, the bathroom stall door opened up.
The person who emerged from the open door was not someone he recognized. Just some run of the mill blonde haired, blue eyed fuck who was wiping the corner of his mouth as he quickly retreated out of the bathroom while avoiding eye contact with Bakugo. As he was finishing washing his hands in the sink, the stall door opened up again. Through the mirror in front of him he was able to see the person who came out. Holy shit. He most fucking definitely knew this person.
