Title: Late Night Out
Author: kiriga
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Javid, Sprace, Blush
Warnings: alcohol/drunkenness, slash
Words: 1,689
Summary: Everyone's drunk'n'horny except for David, who's just horny.
Notes: I had way too fun with this, actually. And for once I can't say which part I enjoyed the most. Hope you find this at least half as amusing as I.

Written using the lj community 64damn_prompt's prompt nr 1. 2 a.m.


David jerked his head up and blearily tried to see what woke him. Another knock on his window told him it was a big chance it was Jack and he slowly crawled out from his comfortable blankets. As soon as the cold air hit him he wanted to flee back to the warmth he'd just left, but the mysterious guest knocked again and broke his concentration. David opened the window and saw that, indeed, it was Jack.

"Jack? What're you," a yawn forced itself out of his mouth, "what're you doing here? In the middle of the night? It's not morning yet, right? What time is it?"

Jack grinned at him with a drunk's happiness and David at once felt more exhausted than he already was. Drunken Jack was usually a pain that he often was forced to deal with. David almost wished he hadn't left the safety of his bed. "Davey! I wanted to see you. But you was asleep and didn't hear me. But now you're awake! Are you happy do see me? I'm happy to see you."

"Yes, Jack, I'm happy to see you. Who have you been drinking with?" David asked. Jack listed names while he counted them on his fingers.

"Race, Spot, Mush, Blink, Skittery, Specs, Dutchy, Boots -"

David interrupted him with a glare. "You let Boots drink?" Boots might've been older than he looked, but he was still too young to drink with the older boys. If David could decide none of them would drink, but he had tried once to talk about it and he didn't try again.

Jack looked lost and confused, and David had to stop himself from comforting him with a hug. "I-he-we-he was already drinking. I think. When I got there. But I didn't think-"

"No, you didn't think. Obviously," David added with a mutter. Jack looked so crushed that David sighed and moved from the window. "Okay, come in. You're in no shape to go anywhere by yourself and I'm too tired to go with you."

Jack beamed and tried to enter the room. It took a few times, until finally David had enough and had to help him, but in the end they lay in his bed. Jack snuggled up against him and mumbled something sleepily before he was fast asleep, which David was happy about since his face had turned beet-red. The close contact with Jack made him very happy, happier than he'd been all week, but it was also sending signals to a part of his body which he didn't want to involve. He hadn't even told Jack how he felt yet.

David carefully laid an arm around Jack and tried to drift back into sleep. It wasn't too hard and if he changed the position of his lower body just a little, then that wouldn't be a problem either. His eyes were trying its hardest to close and stay closed with or without his agreement, and he relented and willingly closed his eyes. Jack snuggled closer and said something that sounded like David's name. David swallowed and tried to calm down. He'd worry about the consequences in the morning.


Race watched Spot go round and round, looking almost desperately for someone to dare do something stupid to rile him up, like come inside his view of sight or talk to him. Or talk at all, Race mentally added after a moment. But there was no one else in the nearest vicinity but them, since everyone else had left after noticing Spot being drunk.

Race shifted position but didn't leave Spot with his eyes for one second. There were three different types of drunk-Spot, he mused. First there was tipsy-Spot who was very happy and joked a lot and laughed a lot and was really nice to be around. Race liked that Spot, but at the same time thought he was very weird, because Spot wasn't happy like that and he didn't joke or laugh—of course, that depended on the company he was in, Race admitted mentally—and he was not a nice guy to be around. Except that Race kind of thought he was. At least he was very sure of that.

Race tried to support his chin with his hand but missed and had to try a two more times until he got it right, then continued his list.

Secondly there was drunk-Spot who was violent and aggressive, much more so than usual. It seemed like he thought everything everyone did was to make him angry and he didn't take too kindly to that. So whenever anyone saw that he had passed tipsy-Spot and was turning into drunk-Spot everyone quickly left. But not Race. Race wasn't afraid of Spot, ever, so he stayed and was good company. And everyone mostly left their drinks behind so he happily helped himself to them.

And because he was the only one who stayed Race was also the only one who knew of the third drunk-Spot. Or second. Race stopped his thinking so abruptly he almost felt physically dizzy, but that could also, possibly, be because of how much he had drunk. Tipsy-Spot was tipsy, not drunk. But you were drunk when you were tipsy, wasn't it like that? No, you might be drunk when you're tipsy but not tipsy when you're drunk, Race decided. So, he was the only one who knew of the second drunk-Spot. Second drunk-Spot was the drunk-Spot who came out after first drunk-Spot had appeared, pretty much precisely two hours after. And second drunk-Spot was curious where first drunk-Spot was angry, gentle where first drunk-Spot was violent, and, best of all, needy where first drunk-Spot was suspicious.

Race loved the second drunk-Spot, even though he was just as weird as tipsy-Spot was. He never felt as needed or-he hoped Spot wouldn't read his thoughts now as he often did-as loved as he did when he was with second drunk-Spot. And they always had amazing times together, Race recalled with a lecherous grin. Spot was bendy, and second drunk-Spot was even more so. It was amazing.

Race squinted at his watch and tucked it back into the relative safety of his pockets. He was very, very slow and careful, because he loved that watch. Second drunk-Spot should appear at any moment.

Race smiled when he saw the signs he was looking for. Tonight was going to be good.


Blink looked around wildly. "Is he here? Is we safe? Mush? Mush, you're here, right? Right? Mush? Mush? Mushee?" Mush slapped the back of Blink's head lightly and he shut up and turned around with a beam. "Mushee! There you are. I lost you, where did you go? I ran and I got scared and I didn't see you so I thought I wouldn't ever see you again and that made me really really sad and I don't want to live without you so don't leave me Mush promise me you won't ever leave me okay?"

Mush grinned and slapped his head again, because it felt good. And because Blink rambled too much. And because he thought Mush would leave him. "Never. Stay." He slapped Blink one more time and they blinked at each other. "Where?"

Blink looked around with wildly again. "An alley somewhere. I think I know where it is. I think I can find the way back to the lodging house. But," he said in sudden alarm and gripped Mush's arm hard, "what is he's there? What if we meet him on the way? What if-what if he's just standing out there and waiting for us to come out?"

Mush slapped him yet another time then patted his hand calmly. "Safe," he said. Blink blinked with his eye and looked relieved.

"Okay, if you say so. Should we go? Where should we go then? I don't know, it's nice out even if it's a little cold but I'm warm so that's just good and the sky's pretty and all the stars is pretty and I like to watch them but I like to watch you more and I think you're prettier than the stars and the sky," Blink said without taking a breath and turned to his companion towards the end. He slung his arms around Mush and Mush slapped his head affectionally. When Mush was drunk he always slapped Blink's head as soon as a good opportunity showed itself, and even if it didn't, but Blink knew it was because Mush loved him. It was perfectly logical, as long as he was drunk.

"Thanks. House," Mush ordered and Blink nodded.

"The lodging house it is! Now, where is we?"

Blink was so caught up in trying to figure out which way the lodging house was that he barely heard Mush say something under his breath, even though he still clung to him. But he did hear and looked at Mush, who wasn't looking at him. "What did you say, Mushee?"

"Pretty," Mush repeated, a bit louder. Blink blinked before grinning and giving him a kiss. His sense of balance was pretty much gone so he missed Mush's mouth and ended up kissing his jaw instead. That didn't stop him though and he continued to nibble his way to Mush's ear instead. It was easier when he could follow the jaw line all the way. "Blink. Blink. Blink!" Mush tried to stop him, and Blink finally stopped what he was doing and looked up when Mush slapped his head harder than he'd done before.

"What?"

"Don't. Late. House." Mush hesitated and tried to act casual. "Later."

Blink grinned. "Yeah, we'll continue later. Later's good because then it's not so hard to kiss you and you talk normally again but it's not a problem when you talk like this don't think that but it's like no one else understands you but me but that's not bad and I actually like it because I like being the only one who understands you. So we go back and sleep and then we continue later?"

Mush nodded and slapped Blink's head. He really loved his drunken, rambling fool of a boyfriend.