One night, Luca invites Spada over to hang out. His parents are out (Father's on a business trip, Mother's out with her friends and won't be back until daybreak) and it's about time he got to spend some time with his best friend. It was too crowded for Spada to be around when his parents were (worried looks from his mother, disappointed from his father) so with them being gone- it's a perfect opportunity.

(He doesn't know how he'll explain the beer stains in the carpet, or why the door to his father's study has a hole in it and it's bent a little off its hinges, or why there's books all over the floor in there and a few of them have white stains despite their best efforts to clean up - he doesn't know how he's going to tell his mother that they need more tissues, especially when she had just bought some the other morning.)

Spada brings a bag full of still-cold drinks, lube, and a condom. The first one's for the party that he's gonna throw and the last two are 'just in case' - just in case he gets lucky at the aforementioned party. Luca's aghast when he opens the door as sees it all, and Spada just laughs off his questions ("Why do you have beer? Spada, neither of us are older enough to drink that- how did you get it?") and shoulders past him, setting the bag on the table and turning to face his panicky, worried friend, leaning against the wood and grinning.

"For the party, of course."

(It's a party that never gets started and it's a party that gets forgotten about the second they start fighting, trading punches for kissing and vice versa until there's a hole in his father's study's door and Luca's pressed tightly against it, flushed and out of breath, with Spada's leg between his and the flush isn't just from the drinks anymore, and being out of breath isn't just from the exhaustion, and he loops his arms around Spada's neck and moans loudly when Spada sneaks a hand between his dress shirt buttons and smoothes his palm over his skin, around his side and kisses him, really kisses him, and it's a whirlwind of activity that ends with him against the shelves of his father's study, pulling down books trying to gain purchase and an advantage and Spada laughing, kissing every inch of freshly-exposed skin and murmuring into his skin that he knew he'd brought the extra two items for a reason.)

"What party?"

"Your folks are out, right? We're gonna throw one."

Luca's face drains of all color and he shakes his head, even though he knows it's fruitless to argue with Spada, especially when he moseys on over to the addressbook by the phone and flips through the pages.

"There any hot girls around here?"

"I don't think Father would keep their numbers in his addressbook."

"Oh, damn-"

Spada flinches his hand away from the book, clutching it to his chest and checking it over for spots or stripes or whatever weird-ass disease it could have, and Luca shoots him a dirty look for the dramatics before turning around to the table and eyeing the drinks speculatively. Spada grins and slides over the table, landing on the otherside and yanking out two brown glass bottles. He holds out one to Luca (who refuses it, but gets it shoved in his hand for his trouble anyways) and pops it open with a pocketknife. He graciously does the same for Luca ("You're welcome, man, now drink up!") and takes a swig out of his. Luca sniffs the open bottle and scrunches his nose, before meeting Spada's expectant look with his own disgusted, worried one and sighs. He peers in it, sniffs it again, and takse a little sip.

It's every bit disgusting as he thought it'd be.

(He's on his second bottle when Spada punches him in the shoulder and laughs, calls him a lightweight and just barely dodges Luca's fist when it tries to sock him in the gut; he laughs again, teasing how he couldn't hold his damn liquor, just like a kid, and gets cut short by a flying punch to the mouth - then they're at it, Spada tackling Luca and rolling on the ground with him, both of them flinching and yelping when they slam into furniture, and Luca gets up and scrambles away, doesn't look where he's going before he slams into his father's study's door and turns around, just in time to watch Spada's fist land two inches to the right of his face and- something happens then, and despite Spada's bleeding knuckles he caresses Luca's face, kisses him, and slams his leg between Luca's, grinning at the sound he makes when friction makes its move.)

Spada laughs at the face he makes and shrugs, looking into his own bottle.

"You get used to it."

"Why would you ever want to?"

Luca takes another sip and grimaces again; Spada shrugs and sips his too, watching him carefully.

"You lose your inhibitions, I guess is the reason most people get used to it. Me? They always serve this stuff at parties. You gotta get used to it."

Luca sighs and shakes his head, takes another sip, and thinks that maybe Spada's onto something with the whole 'getting used to the taste' bit.

(He finishes nursing his first bottle and eyes the bag as Spada takes out his second; he reaches over and pulls another one out, too, and smiles a little when he snatches the pocketknife from Spada's hands and opens his first, taking a good swig of it and laughing when Spada can't grab him; he trips over the couch, saves his beer, drops the knife, and feels a little light-headed and woozy, which only triples when Spada lands on top of him and grins lazily, like a cat knowing that its prey is already drunk, and he kisses him beside his mouth, hums appreciatively, then rolls off of him before Luca has the chance to react - and by the time he gets up, Spada's opening his bottle with the knife and raising a little toast to him.)

- and it's a night he doesn't clearly remember when he wakes up on the floor of his father's study, with Spada's jacket around his shoulders as a makeshift blanket and in his best friend's arms. The moment he realizes they're both mostly undressed (Spada's got his pants on, at least, no shirt though, and Luca's got on a jacket and that's about it) the memories come flooding back to him along with a sharp, aching pain in his head and he groans, takes inventory of his surroundings, and wonders how he's going to explain all of it by the time his parents come home.