"Chug! Chug! Chug!"
Voices chanted around him as he gulped down whatever concoction was given him. Aomine wasn't much of a liquor fan, but tonight was one of those occasions that he'd indulge. Drunken cheers erupted around him as he slammed his empty glass on the table in front of him. Pats on the back were received and calls for shots and more rounds filtered through the air.
The group around him dispersed, allowing Aomine a few moments to breathe and take in his surroundings. They were in a rented out room with a private bar on one side—tables scattered about with empty glasses, bottles, and plates covering them. The people that filled the room were friends, co-workers and some that he was acquainted but not too familiar with.
Aomine took a seat at a far off table detached from the party, watching everyone around him. His gaze flitted over towards a point in the room where his so called hosts were congregated. He was slightly concerned if they would be okay the following day. The party was meant for him but his friends were obviously enjoying it more.
Out of his peripheral Aomine noticed a figure approaching him. A bottle was placed in front of him as a flirtatious voice asked "Mind if you buy you a drink?"
Aomine glanced up a smirk growing on his face. He picked up the bottle and brought it to his lips muttering "It's an open bar, " before taking a swig.
The figure, a tall blond man took a seat next to him, chuckling. "I suppose it is," he replied taking a sip of his own drink. He leaned in close, body pressed up against Aomines'.
"Maybe we should ditch and go someplace else then."
Blue eyes locked with amber—Aomine honestly felt that he could stare into those eyes for a lifetime. Underneath the mischief was something much more meaningful; something warmer that made Aomine's expression soften in response.
"Y'know I'm highly tempted," he finally responded. Placing his drink on the table, Aomine brought a hand up to brush a few strands of hair out of the other male's eyes. "But I must be upfront with you. The truth is I'm getting married tomorrow."
Aomine ran his hand down the man's face, along his neck—trailing down from his shoulder to link his fingers with the other male's.
"Ehhh, must be one lucky one guy." The blond replied laying his head on Aomine's shoulder, nuzzling his neck. He let out a sigh of contentment.
Aomine hummed in agreement. "He sure is. But who wouldn't with a catch like me."
Small chuckles turned into a full blown laughing fit. The blond straightened up, throwing his head back. "Aominecchi really is too much sometimes." Kise's face was flushed, either from the laughter or the alcohol he had consumed. Aomine bet it was a combination from both.
"This from the guy trying to pick up a one night stand the night before our wedding." Kise let out a small laugh, standing up from his chair to sit across Aomine's lap.
"Isn't that what bachelor parties are for? One last hurrah before getting tied down." Kise wrapped his arms around Aomine's neck. He nuzzled a tan ear, placing soft kisses along Aomine's jaw.
The feeling of soft lips pressing firmly against his own filled Aomine with a sudden heat. He wasted no time pulling Kise tightly against him while deepening the kiss. The vibration from Kise's heart beating, and the moans vibrating against his lips drove Aomine crazy.
They broke away for air, panting harshly. Aomine was about to pull him back for more but was interrupted by a loud voice.
"Oi Ahomine, save it for the honeymoon."
A growl tore its way out of Aomine's throat. He snapped his head in the direction of the intruder, eyes fixed in a glare. "Mind your own business Bakagami."
Kagami ignored him, dropping down in a seat across the table. "What's the point in throwing you both a joint bachelor party if you're gonna spend it making out in some corner."
Aomine huffed, "What's the point in making you my best man if you're gonna cock block me."
Kise was sent into a fit of laughter as the two started squabbling back and forth. He leaned comfortably against Aomine's chest while watching the two. No matter how much they denied it, they really were a lot alike. Kise was happy that they managed to become such good friends over the years.
"Oi Kise, it's not too late y'know. If you decide to leave this idiot at the altar, I'm sure no one would blame you."
Normally Kise would jump at any chance to help Kagami tease his fiancée, but with those words he felt Aomine tense up, and his arms tightened around him. Kise felt some relief from this—that he wasn't the only one feeling nervous.
"As if I could," Kise laughed. "As long as we've been together, a wedding is merely a formality at this point." Feeling Aomine relax, made Kise feel equally so. True this was their last night of being simply a couple. But in no way was it their last night of freedom—they had never truly been free since the day they met each other.