A/N: "Unfinished" is the third episode of the sixth season. Set right after that episode. If you watched it, you'd see all the sexual tension in the air teehee. I couldn't NOT write a fic!
"Broooo… broskii…broseph Stalin…brodel Castro…heehee Castro gettit Ted? …Ted?"
But Ted Moseby was retching over the trashcan in the corner of the unfamiliar bar. It wasn't their bar, it was some bar. After Ted and Barney's debacle with the building, Barney had decided they needed some old fashioned man time, and the bro code had made provisions for that:
New setting. New chicks. No other dicks. That's the recipe for a renewed bro bond.
Ranjit had driven them there, after a fair amount of angry muttering and choice cuss words in multiple languages. Who knew there were so many ways to tell Barney to screw himself?
A big silly grin grew on Barney's face until it was plastered in the time old expression of drunken nostalgia.
"Hey Ted. Teddd…Ted, it's funny cuz, cuz Ranjit told me to screw myself but Ted – heehee—I never need to do that Ted, cuz I've always got someone Ted."
Ted wiped the back of his hand across his mouth.
"I'm thrilled for you Barney," he said in a decidedly not-thrilled voice, as he popped about one dozen mints into his mouth, and a Listerine strip for good measure. Few things bothered him more than having to deal with his own icky breath.
Barney threw his arm around his best friend in that way he was prone to do. Really at this point, it just looked like Ted was helping his drunken friend move around. Which was strange, as he didn't look much better.
"Aww c'mon Ted, lighten up. How much more champagne do I need to get into you before-"
He hadn't finished his sentence before Ted had suddenly swung around – stumbled a little, but the intent was there – and with both his arms around Barney's neck, attached himself to Barney's mouth in that messy drunken way.
Drunken kissing was not new to Barney. Kissing a good friend was not new to Barney. But if there was one thing clear and crisp in Barney's mind right now, it was that this was most definitely breaking the Bro Code. And Barney never broke Bro Code.
But even as that thought was becoming clear in his mind, another sensation was sparking it's way through him. Stronger and becoming clearer and sharper, it seemed to originate from the furthest tips of his appendages to somewhere in his abdomen. He felt a pool of heat—both familiar and new, all at once.
Barney did not like to be kissed. He liked to kiss. He liked to chase. Spontaneity was not his strong point. His encounters were all as carefully planned as a general's troops. Losing control was not okay.
But the more he thought about it, the less he found he could think about it. Hell, he was always thinking, was always planning his next move with those bints he usually picked up. But something about this felt so right, that Barney Stinson let go of all control, and let Ted's tongue do magical things to his own.
A/N: Well? Is this story done or do you want a smut chapter? A relationship-y fluff chapter for the perpetual bachelors? How about a coming-out chapter for them? I feel like Barney's coming out could be hilarious and predictable yet endearing. But I need not spend my time on this fic if it's not well received, especially since this ending isn't too cliff hanger-y. We good, or what would you like?