warning
this fanfic has themes of alcohol (dont worry they're both WAY over 21) and sex oh and i dont own these characters
Layton was sitting at his desk, shuffling through papers when he heard his phone ring, disturbing the eerie silence his office had been filled with. "I wonder who would call this late." Layton thought. He picked up the phone answering with a kind "Hello?" The voice on the other end slurred out "He-He..llo.. ugrh.. uh.. hey, uh Lay..ton, it's uh.. Jean..Can you come..hrg..pick me.. up..?" Layton hesitantly said, "Jean, are you drunk?" Jean replied, his speech still slurred, "Y-Yes.. ssoo wha-hggg.." Layton sighed. "Ill be on my way there." he said, noticably irritable.
He hung up, stood from his desk and walked to where he left his shoes and coat. He slipped on the coat, then the shoes, and headed out the door to his car. On the way he dug through his pockets for his keys, unlocked the car, opened the door and hopped in. He closed the door, started the car and head off to the only bar in town.
Soon Layton was outside the bar, spotting the only man, Jean, leaning on a pole patiently. He soon spotted his car and tried to walk to it, very slowly, until he made it to the door. He struggled to open it, but as soon as he did he tiredly slid into the seat, with a sigh. The man was very clearly drunk, and was struggling to just sit up in his chair. Layton glanced at him. "Have a bad day?" he said. Jean nodded. He looked as if he was going to burst out in tears. Layton asked what was wrong, and Jean began to sob relentlessly, jabbering nonsense that Layton couldn't make out.
"Woah, Jean slow down." Layton cried, and Jean's tears were reduced to sniffles. "Tell me about it." Layton said, as he was driving, and on the whole way back to Layton's home, Jean ranted to him about his wife and child, his father and everything he was sad about. Layton invited Jean inside, or really, carried him since Jean could barely function. They got inside, and Jean soon had Layton against the wall in a drunken, lust driven energy burst.
The attack suprised Layton. Jean soon had Layton moaning as he messily kissed his neck and jaw. Layton sighed, not having felt this in a while. He slowly melted into it, and soon enough found himself under Jean on the bed. He moaned with need as Jean bit his neck and slid his hand near Layton's groin. Jean quickly tore off Layton's shirt, as they were tangled and rocking in each others legs. He then took off his own and slid his hand down Layton's pants, pulling them off in one quick motion.
He then wrapped his hand around his cock, making him buck his hips up and moan. He stroked it in somewhat messy motions, but still made Layton shake and moan. Soon Layton was bucking his hips in time with Jean's hand, and came. He panted, a smile spreading on his face.
Jean stuck his fingers in his mouth, lubing them up. He put one near Layton's entrance. "You ready?" he asked. Layton nodded. Jean slowly slipped his finger inside, going back and forth. Layton threw his head back onto the pillow, making a sound that didn't sound human what-so-ever. Jean soon had two fingers in, scissoring them and stretching him out more. Layton seemed to respond very positively to this.
Jean soon had his pants off, and line himself up with Layton's entrance. He went in slow, making Layton twist the sheets in his hands. Jean started going at a slow pace, Layton already almost losing his mind, and he started to go faster. Layton damn near screamed, gripping onto Jean like he was the only thing he could hold on to. They rocked the bed, hitting the wall, and soon Layton was brought to a climax, Jean following after. He pulled out of Layton after 15 seconds of panting, and rolled onto his side next to Layton.
"That was great." Layton said, rolling over to face Jean. Jean wrapped his arms around Layton, still noticably drunk, and fell asleep. Layton fell asleep soon after, a smile spread across his face.
im sorry god