"its 4 am and im drunk as fuck in a mcdonalds and you have been watching my trying to eat this burger for 30 minutes" au

...

Kid is completely trashed, and starving, but he's so tired and out of it that every time he tries to take a bite of his food he has to set it back down sadly, taking a sip of his coke instead. He hasn't noticed that Law has been watching him since he sat down.

Law is too amused by this big scary man being laid low by a #4 combo to leave, even though he's finished his own food a long time ago. When Kid runs out of soda and is left slurping pitifully at ice cubes, seeming incapable of going up for a refill or doing much of anything else either, Law goes over and sits down on the other side of his table.

"Hi there."

Kid looks up at him suspiciously. "Whozzat."

"You seem to be having some trouble, and the manager is starting to look annoyed. Want some help?"

"Don' need it."

But Law takes a french fry and holds it up for him, saying, "Here, eat this," and Kid chomps it from right out of his fingers without hesitation.

Law feeds him all the fries and half the burger like that, and Kid only gets more adorable. He just looks so happy to finally eat those dumb fries. When he doesn't want anymore, Law says, "Alright, let's get you home. Do you want me to call you a cab?"

And Kid whines, "No, my roommate's a dick. I hate him."

"Well, where are you going to sleep then?"

"Dunno."

"Do you want to stay at my house for the night?"

"Sure," Kid answers, with a grin so bright and guileless that Law can't help smiling back. If Kid acted like this someone might wind up taking advantage of him, it really wasn't safe to let him wander around alone at this hour.

So Law brings Kid home. They introduce themselves in the cab, and once they're sitting in close proximity Kid seems to forget how they met and why they're going to Law's house. He starts getting flirty and squeezes right up next to Law, taking one of his hands in his own so he can trace over the tattoos with his fingertips, fascinated. "You have really nice hands, I like your ink."

Law lets him do as he wants, entertained by Kid's total lack of a mental filter. By the time they arrive, Kid is pretty much hanging onto him in the back of the taxi, starting to doze off but still awake enough to nuzzle against his neck and mumble about how good he smells.

Law pays the driver and hauls Kid out from the back seat, helping him up the house and elbowing him away when he makes a nuisance of himself while Law is trying to unlock the front door. He attempts to deposit Kid on the couch with a blanket and pillow, but Kid is having none of it.

"Wha- where you goin'?"

"To bed. If you need anything, help yourself. There's more blankets in the linen closet, and the bathroom is just down the hall. Goodnight."

"I don't wanna sleep by myself," Kid complains, immediately abandoning the couch that Law had so considerately made up for him.

Law reminds Kid that he's still drunk and when he wakes up he's not going to remember where he is, but he just can't say no when Kid follows him to his room and climbs right into bed with him. He figures if Kid is upset in the morning to find himself in a strange bed with a strange man, he can always apologize after the fact.

Kid wastes no time in making himself comfortable, happily wrapping both arms around Law and snuggling up to him. He doesn't even try anything, just falls asleep right away, half on top of him.

After he's out cold, Law lets himself indulge in finding out what Kid's hair feels like. He's been wanting to touch it all night, only holding back because Kid was so plainly inebriated. It looks gorgeous and feels even better, fine and silky, running through his fingers as easily as water.

In the morning he wakes up to a pair of hands sliding down over his pajamas and squeezing his ass, pulling him up tight against a thick morning erection. At first he's surprised by Kid's forwardness, until he realizes Kid isn't even awake, just rutting in his sleep. Regardless, Law's dick quickly becomes interested in return. He opens his legs around Kid's hips and starts answering Kid's lazy thrusts with his own, getting hard from grinding himself into Kid's deliciously heavy cock.

Kid groans into his shoulder and rolls him onto his back, lifting his ass up so his legs stay spread wide over Kid's thighs. Kid's definitely awake now, kissing Law's neck open-mouthed as he tugs off Law's pants, groping at his cock and humming appreciatively to feel it full and hard before he pulls his own shorts down. Then he finds Law's mouth and starts kissing him more seriously while rubbing his naked cock on Law's bare ass.

Kid seeking him out by instinct, driven to rut and fuck just like a dog catching the scent of a bitch in heat, turns Law on like nothing else. His frustration at having such a nice cock so close but not inside him motivates him to get his thoughts together long enough to push Kid off and find lube and a condom. He presses them both into Kid's hand then gets right on his knees and elbows, reaching back with one hand to spread his ass for Kid.

"Oh fuck," is all Kid says, hastily uncapping the bottle of lube and squirting out way more than necessary in his excitement.

He fucks Law with his fingers first, and Law arches his back and moans to encourage him, even though he's already so starving for it that he really wouldn't mind if Kid just shoved his whole cock into him without any prep.

It doesn't take Kid long to get around to that though, and Law's first words of the day are, "I'm coming, I'm coming!" as Kid jerks him off while fucking him wide open.

When Kid finishes and pulls out, sitting back on his heels, Law lays down again and leans against the pillows.

"Good morning, Eustass," he purrs, reaching out to tug Kid forward by the arm until he comes close enough to be kissed.

"Shit. Yeah, mornin'," Kid says, in between eager kisses. "That was amazing, ah…um."

"Trafalgar."

"Sorry, I must've been really fuckin' wasted last night…" He huffs a short laugh. "I didn't do anything too stupid did I?"

"Not at all, you were very easy to look after." Law strokes his hair back, wondering just how different Kid is when he's sober, and if he would be willing to eat his breakfast out of the palm of Law's hand.