Damian's brow twitched as he stared at the screen of his phone. The great displeasure he felt was visible on his face.
ok so I'm texting you now like I promised instead of drunktexting damian and telling him how badly I want his cock tonight. aren't you proud?
The young man had no idea how to respond to the text. Grayson was such an idiot to begin with, and now the alcohol was making things even worse. How anyone allowed the older bird near a single ounce of the liquid baffled him.
Grayson…this is Damian
Damian hit send, and then shoved his phone back into his pocket. He pulled his blanket back over his head before curling up into a ball. If he just could fall asleep, he could ignore Grayson and his drunken antics, except things were never that easy. His phone began to buzz in his pocket. Whether it was multiple texts or a phone call, Damian was not sure of.
He let out a low growl as he reluctantly pulled his phone out of the pocket of his hoodie. He stared at the multiple texts, all of them from the stupid ass.
oh shit i'm sorry dami
no i'm not
i'll be at your room in five minutes
make that ten i gotta grab some things
ok i really want you tonight are you ok with that
dami
little d
Damian was not sure how to feel about the obsessive way that Grayson was texting him. He decided it was best not to respond at all. Grayson's threat was merely that: a threat. He did not actually think the acrobat would waltz into the room. The young man turned his phone off, and tossed it onto the nightstand.
Light filtered onto the young man as his door quietly swung open. Damian fell still as he listened to the almost silent footfalls that belonged to the acrobat. He closed his eyes, and waited for the intoxicated man to turn away. He found himself holding his breath. Grayson drew closer, and the younger bird was not sure what his intentions were.
Damian licked his lips. He felt the comforter moving, followed by Grayson's weight on the bed. The man shifted around before curling up around his smaller form, and pulling the covers back over them. "I know you're not asleep," he grumbled into the crook of Damian's neck. He draped an arm across the younger boy's torso, and brought him closer.
The powerful scent of alcohol filled the younger bird's nostrils. "Grayson, you are drunk," he hissed as the man began to nuzzle him. The older bird was a very affectionate drunk. Damian had no idea how to handle him when he was intoxicated. The young man could barely stand the affections when Grayson was sober. "Get out of my bed," he said with a low voice.
"If you really wanted me out, you'd have gotten rid of me by now," the intoxicated man slurred before attaching his lips to Damian's neck. "I just wanna lay with you, baby bat," he whispered.
Eyes closing, Damian swallowed. Grayson went back to gently sucking the tender flesh of his neck. His breathing hitched, and he was beginning to not want to fight the man off. He snorted out his nose, and tried to wriggle away, but the older bird kept a firm hold.
Damian rolled his eyes. "Fine, you can sleep in here, but that's it," he grumbled. He felt Grayson's throat rumble against his shoulder as the man chuckled.
"That's all I need, baby bat."