Well. I'll be de-anoning my kinkmeme works just to attempt to resuscitate this comm. (Please? Someone? Anyone? Do something for the comm. Show some love. I'm not the only person out there, I know.) This was, at one point, an entry in the kink meme.
Warnings: No actual porn. D: I fail at drama. Too short.
Pairings: Felix/Isaac
Rating: PG? Language, booze, etc.
Notes: For anon requesting "Felix/Isaac, except Isaac is about to marry Jenna." Because. Well. I have mad Felix/Isaac love.
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Felix had a few long seconds' warning as Isaac breathed entirely too close to his face, reeking of alcohol before their lips connected. The kiss was sloppy at first; too much of the unexpected, too much alcohol in both their systems.
Felix kissed back hungrily, burying one hand in Isaac's hair. Isaac made a surprised sound. Or a hurt sound. Maybe a pleased sound? Felix was too drunk to tell. A something sound, anyway.
He pushed away from Isaac suddenly, breathing hard. "My sister--" he said.
Isaac sighed, putting his head on the table. "I know," he groaned. "'M such an idiot."
Felix punched him. "Yes," he agreed. "You are." He felt that the words were not as clear or as angry as he would have liked them to be.
There was another moment of awkward silence as Felix swirled the last dregs of his cheap beer. "Still gonna have the wedding?"
"Dunno," Isaac said, voice muffled by the table.
"Do you love her?" Felix suddenly hated how his mind was feeling less fuzzy. Even more, he hated the idea that thoughts were coming a little more clearly.
"Like a sister," Isaac replied with a snort. "Shouldn' be getting married to 'er."
Felix punched him in the shoulder again. "Gonna be heartbroken. And I'll never hear the end of it."
Isaac snorted again, pushing himself up. "She's been sleeping with Garet." He ran one hand over his face, then through his hair, looking fascinated by the motion. He stopped to pull at his own cheek. "Thish feelsh sho weird."
Felix laughed. "How do you know?" Then, because Isaac looked like he had just been punched in the chest, "You're not angry?"
"A little," he agreed. "Jus' 'cause she didn't tell me."
"Why?" Felix asked.
Isaac lifted his beer to his lips, frowning when he realized it was empty. "'Cause she knew I liked you better," he replied after a moment.
"Oh," Felix said, because even drunk he couldn't think of anything to say to that.
