Jan 1st and First drop of 2019 :) Today's chapter is a joint effort with myself and Timewaster123456789. Please go review her work she deserves all the pretty reviews.
TW a/n: Wolfie is a god. That is all.
TDW a/n: lol, if Wolfie is a god she's a very sleepy god... who makes a lot of typos. Time, you're a gem and were lovely to work with (as always). I always have such a blast when we work together, and you add so much to the series. Much love. Stay infected.
Notes: Drunk!pervert-Aizen and a shy Gin. Kyoraku shit stirring, [which is a lovely CWST callforward]. Flower language. Doubts. SGS [silenced gunshots]. Hellish voice being hellish. Typos here in the dialogue are on purpose because Aizen is drunk off his face. And some sappyshippy at the end.
Enjoy. Wolfie's gonna go sleep now.
Chapter 27: Just the tequila talking
The next morning hit him like a ton of bricks. Someone had a jackhammer against his skull cranked to the max, and his throat resembled the Sahara desert. Or maybe that was just his alarm clock going off, amplified by one huge hangover.
He groaned, dragged kicking and screaming into wakefulness by the incessant beeping and he had just about enough coherency to reach over and turn the alarm off. Gods, he'd forgotten what this felt like.
He rolled over and slipped out of the bed. Head pounding. Joints screaming. But at least the mocking voice had been drowned out. Small mercies, he guessed.
He trudged through the house and into the kitchen, the light from the window painful and blinding. He squinted through it and tried to ignore the throbbing of his head as he boiled the kettle.
It was going to be a very long day. Even for him. And that was saying something.
X
As expected, the day dragged. No, he should say it crawled along, at an unbearably slow pace. So by the time the last lecture of the day finished, he was just about done with the whole world and every fucker in it.
Aizen winced burying his face in his hands now that the students had filed out. His eyes catching, unintentionally, the lavender still on his desk. He scowled at it. The floral answer sitting on the table in front of him stung…far more than he'd ever willingly admit. The voice echoed in his head, mocking him, Ha! You really think he gives a damn? Even after this? How cute, the voice said it like 'cute' was a disease.
He's just a kid. I've got him wrapped around my finger, he replied.
The voice laughed. If you think that then you're stupid... deluded... mad...
Insane.
Insane... that sounded about right. He felt insane. Trapped under the ice that he was certain that he wouldn't climb out from this time. He was always certain he wouldn't, but he always did manage to crawl out. Although right now he wasn't sure he wanted to, it was a fucking exhausting cycle.
The student whispers of what a player he was, that normally he took a sort of concealed pride in stung.
He had to 'conceal' a smirk when it just made him feel more unworthy of Gin, when he wanted the ground to swallow him. Everything just fucking hurt. The amount of whisky he'd used to drown out the voice the night before probably didn't help.
You're being pathetic, Kyouka whispered in his head. Fuck off, was his succinct response.
He unlocked a drawer of his desk, pulling out a bottle of tequila. Really? Kyouka whispered, disapproving. Shut up, he replied pouring a second glass. Trying to drown out the wretched, hellish voice. Again.
An hour slid by with him drinking somewhat faster than he normally would. The hellish voice had died away some time ago and he should back off. Should… but he relished the silence and just, well... not feeling quite so alone. The blissful numbness... and then his eye caught the cynical mocking vase and that goddamn fucking lavender again and he threw down another glass, returning his gaze to the floor. He had enough problems without getting emotional over damn plant. He slammed the glass down harder than necessary and refilled it. Pathetic.
That's right. Worthless, deluded… the voice answered distantly through the haze of alcohol. And now he was giving it ammunition, splendid, well played. He downed his glass.
"Oh!"
His head snapped up at unexpected sound so fast it should have hurt.
"Gin?" he asked.
"I-I wasn't expecting…I fergot my book," he explained blushing in that way he did. All pink and lovely and...
'Cute'? The voice supplied. Smugly. He wanted to punch that voice.
"Oh, of course," Aizen said. He winced at the disappointment that'd slipped into his voice and swallowed as Kyouka hissed in disapproval.
"Are you drunk Aizen-sama?" Gin asked trying to cover his nervousness. He wasn't skilled yet but, he was learning. And a sense of pride filled him, though he concealed it. Difficult in his current state but, he managed.
"Nah yet. Care ta join meh?" he responded cockily, offering the glass he'd just poured.
You are lying right? You do realize you're plastered? Kyouka asked.
Psh. Ye of little faith I've got this, he replied.
You are. So. Fucked. She hissed.
Shut up, he said. Gods, he spent way too much time telling her that.
"Yer in a good mood," Gin said, still obviously trying to hide his nervousness. And Aizen realized he was smiling idiotically. Well so much for hiding his pride. Ah fuck it, he was drunk. He'd put it down to that if anyone asked.
"Cus I gaht the chance ta get yadrunk an' alone," Aizen smiled then, another giddy and idiotic thing, "An' you're here. M' dayss allllways betta when yer 'ere." They're hell when you're not.
He watched Gin's cheeks pinken to that lovely shade he liked so much again and saw the shy smile creep across his darling's face. Though he could see Gin was fighting it.
"Ahh..." Gin nervously turned the book in his arms, "Re-really?"
"Yeah." he smirked. "But s'even betta whenya smile a me too. Like tha' one yer givin' me now. So 'dorable. Goin all pink fer me. S'cute."
Gin blushed redder and cleared his throat, in a vain attempt to retain some control. "Yeah, well..." he said, seemingly unsure of how to continue. "We established that already. So I think now we better get ya home before ya embarrass yerself or get in trouble fer drinkin' at work."
Aizen frowned. He'd wanted to sit and look at Gin's lovely pink face a bit longer, but he did suppose Gin was right. He'd probably get a written warning for drinking at the school.
"S'pose yer right." he said, sighing softly. Sounding disappointed to even his own ears. "C'mon, lessgo."
Gin eyes him dubiously as he made to stand. "Ya sure ya can walk?"
Aizen gave him a smirk. "Ah aint so pished I carn' walk by myself." He said, only to nearly go tripping over the chair.
Liar. Kyouka told him. You are so fucking wasted.
"Ah..." Aizen smiled, trying to cover up the fact he might just need some help getting home. "But I'd like to take yer arm 'nyway. Be nice to stroll t'gether. S'posedta be romantic, walkin home togeher."
He moved slowly, using the desk to remain upright. Trying to blow it off with a laugh he was good at that. Shit, I hadn't meant to get quite so plastered... he thought. Trying to stop the world spinning around him quite so fast. He closed his eyes and held onto the chair, hoping it would help. Somewhere close by he heard Gin sigh, and opened his eyes to see the boy shake his head. He half expected Gin to make some remark about just how plastered he was, how fucking wasted. Gods, yer so fuckin pissed, Aizen-san. Go sober up, yer gross, pathetic.
But Gin just quietly took his arm. And he was grateful for the warmth, for the contact, for Gin propping him up, for being the one light in this otherwise dim world. The bright moon in a sunless sky. He was absurdly grateful, too, for the escort. He might end up in a ditch somewhere if left to his own devices. Or worse. At least if Gin was here, he'd get home safely. Gin wouldn't let anything happen to him. Gin would keep him safe. The thought brought a soft smile to his face.
"C'mon, Sousuke let's get ya home."
He grinned then. He hadn't meant to smile quite as softly as that. Best play this one off, and quick.
"Oh good." he drawled. "Will ya stay wi' me nigh too? Cuz I wanna take ya home and make ya scream loud..." He then leant into Gin's ear and whispered, "I'mma make ya cum so 'ard."
"Sousuke!" Gin chided him as they made their way out. "Will ya behave!"
"Oh ya knowya wan' it. Want me inside yer..."
"Sousuke!" Gin gasped, scandalised. Mortified. "This's a public space! Ya shouldn't be sayin' tha' stuff!"
"Bed." Sousuke finished. "Lemme finish, Gin. Lemme finish 'fore ya get all scandal lik at."
But Gin just groaned, as they strolled out of the school building and into the outside air. Sousuke stumbled against Gin as he leaned close to Gin's ear and said quietly, deviously,
"Imma even leya be o'top."
At which his lovely Gin went bright pink and nearly leapt off him. "WHAT?!" Gin exclaimed. Sousuke just grinned. Oh, it was adorable. So adorable. Gin stammering for words and all pink like that. And then it all got too much and he descended into a fit of snickering at his own words. Imagining dirty things while Gin stared at him, shocked.
Because it felt good to laugh. Gin was here, so fuck everything else. Fuck his hangover tomorrow, fuck his bad day, fuck the lavender, fuck the voice. Fuck everything. All that mattered was right next to him.
"Jokin 'side," Sousuke carried on, ignoring Gin's embarrassment. "'m sayin I anna ave love wi'ya." and then he flashed what he hoped was his most seductive smile, and purred out, "Wanya ta make sex t'me Gin."
Gin was silent for a moment as he digested the request, and then burst out laughing. Aizen frowned. "Whadid I say? M' bein serius. Don' laugh a me."
"Ya... ya said it all wrong!" Gin said, trying not to laugh and failing horribly. But he let it slide because it wasn't a malicious sounding laugh.
"Its' 'have sex' and 'make love'" Gin said, correcting him as gently as he could. Still laughing softly. He had to smile again. He loved that laugh, oh how he loved that laugh.
"See?" he drawled, "Thiss why yer mazin'. So smart'n shit. S'why I likeya."
Gin smiled at him, warmth at the compliment flooding his cheeks as he gently steered them out of the way of a lamp post. Good. Because that would've ended badly. Concussed and drunk were a bad combination. And just drunk was bad enough.
Kyouka sighed wistfully. See? I like this honesty. Why can't you be like this all the time?
He tried to reason with himself, come up with a reason why. He came up blank.
He wasn't that into Gin. Not really. There really wasn't anything special about him. He was just a distraction. A way to pass the time before he left this wretched hole for better – if darker, more sunless – pastures. Well, it was what he tried to tell himself. But with the drink and the world spinning slowly around him, no reasons were forthcoming. And through the haze of the alcohol, it was difficult, nearly impossible. And he was just so tired. And his brain was too addled with drink for any type of chessplay, even just basic moves. Simple witty remarks.
And with the hellish voice in his head, the sting of the lavender on his desk, the things people whispered about him, nobody wanting to be with him for more than power advancement or bragging rights that they'd bedded lieutenant Aizen, and the crushing loneliness he felt even surrounded by people – sometimes he did wonder, what it might be like just to not wake up alone anymore. To have someone to fall asleep next to every night. Someone to fill the void inside him so he wouldn't keep feeling like a puzzle with a missing piece. A piece that might just be Gin.
His other half.
Not that he'd admit that to anyone.
He paused mid-stride, dragging both Gin and his dark train of thought to a halt. No, best not let his mind go there. Not to that dark place, where the hellish voice lived. Better to keep things light, fun.
"Can I kiss you?" Aizen asked.
"Ah.. in public? Aint we s'posed ta be a secret?" Gin asked in a hushed voice.
"Ah dun care, wanna kiss ya. Wan' makya happy."
Gin looked around, spying no-one that he could see. Deciding it was safe, he smiled. "Aight. Bu' just one, cuz I know what yer like."
Aizen leant down to kiss Gin, but he moved too quickly, and the world swam, so they ended up bashing their noses together.
X
"Ow, Sousuke!" Gin groaned, holding his face. "Said ya could kiss me not bash me!"
Aizen laughed, then. Somewhat nervous yet amused laughter.
"Sorry, Gin." he said, and reached a hand out to touch Gin's face again. "Hopya don bruise."
"Should be fine." Gin told him. "Jeez. Yer co-ordinations fucked fer someone who 'aint pissed'."
Aizen laughed again. And Gin could see his laughter was true laughter. Laughter of the soul. An iceberg of realness in a sea of falsehood and chessplay. It shouldn't have made him as happy as it did. This was supposed to be normal behaviour for couples. How many times had he caught Kyoraku and Ukitake playfully flirting and laughing with each other like this? Holding hands in public? Gin decided then that he'd ride the iceberg for as long as he could, and climbed on top of it to enjoy the view before it melted again and life went on as before. Though he couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment at the realisation that life would go on as before.
When the laughter faded away Aizen just smiled warmly down at him. Affection in his eyes. "less try that 'gen." he said. And this time he leant in slowly.
It's odd kissing a drunk person, Gin realised. Oh god, is this how I kiss?! He wondered. So clumsy and uncoordinated?! Was I like this? Good god I hope not! If I am I know he's just saying I'm good at kissing to be nice!
Though I do wonder... Was he like this, when he had his first kiss?
He had a wild thought he might be taking advantage of the situation, until he remembered they were officially together now. That even if they were drunk as a skunk, you were allowed to kiss your partner. Though he tried to ignore his stomach flipping at the word he'd just used.
X
When Gin finally did reach up to kiss him, Aizen melted into the kiss and moaned softly. Feeling that warmth suffusing his body again, beginning in his chest and flowing outward to his extremities. This was nice... the fun, the playful flirting, the kissing that his Gin was certainly improving at... he couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he felt... more alive, with Gin around. Less... less alone in the world.
Like the world was full of colour instead of black and white.
But he quickly caught himself before his thoughts went somewhere they weren't supposed to. Before he started imagining things that couldn't be, shouldn't be.
Nonsense. I only feel this way because I desire his body. This is just arousal. It is. It is...
Kyouka just snorted. Yes, she said sarcastically, of course it is. Just like it was in that fantasy, when you wanted more than just that physical connection while he rode you. If you wanted to slake a need, you'd have picked anyone off the street and you know it. When will you stop pretending?
He was about to come back with a snappy remark to his zanpaktou, when he heard captain Ukitake calling out to them. "Hey, lovebirds! Save it for home you two!"
And immediately Aizen was laughing and had to break the kiss. Because here he was, at his age, being treated like a frisky teenager caught getting it on with his partner by the headteacher when all they'd done was kiss. It was ludicrous.
"Ah'm sorry," Sousuke smiled at the captain. "I cannae 'elp meself!" Laughing. In front of him, Gin was flushed beet red, quietly dying of embarrassment. Even in his drunken state, he picked up on this and decided it was best to go home now. For privacy. So Gin didn't feel so awkward.
"I'mma take im 'ome now an make im so he cannae sidown!" Aizen declared, loudly, and then fell into a fit of what he knew Gin would only describe as a fit of perverted laughter.
"Sousuke please!" Gin groaned, covering his face with his hands.
"Ah. Oops. Perhaps I should've said more polite..."
But Ukitake just chuckled at them. Gin was just groaning. Wanting the world to swallow him whole.
Foot, Kyouka said, meet mouth.
Gin suddenly laughed, high and nervous, trying to play it off. "'M' so sorry, Taichou, 'e's drunk! C'mon Aizen-san," Gin called loudly, possibly too loudly as he started pushing Aizen towards their destination. "Less get ya home so ya can sleep this off."
"Aw but I wan'ed ta kiss ya more." Aizen whined. But Gin just pushed him harder. Trying to ignore the goddamn snickering and Aizen's loud disappointment.
"Do we 'afta?"
"Yes!"
"But-"
"Move it Sousuke!" Gin ordered, pushing him along. "We can kiss later."
"Psh," Aizen said loudly. "Fine."
X
Once they were out of Ukitake's sight, Gin winced as Aizen staggered against him. This was such a weird situation but, he figured he owed the older man for the fiasco that was their first date.
Oh how the tables have turned... Shinsou mused. Gin shushed him.
"Ya know," Aizen said slowly slinging his arm clumsily about him. "Ya….make lif…bearable…like fuck Gin… Ya hav nah idea," Gin was stunned into silence as the player straightened once again walking under his own power. He couldn't tell quite if the man was feigning or not so he tried not to be too flattered by the act just in case. You never knew with Aizen.
"Sesrily," he continued. "Yehv no idea," he repeated. Gin was about to tune him out when the next thing he said snapped his eyes open and turned his heads to the playboy. "I'm sa' fucking loneley yeh mik I' bareable" he hissed under his breath. The world suddenly went very still after that, and Gin felt warmth spread though his body before catching himself, there was no point in getting emotionally invested it was quite clear his pursuer only cared about one thing. Aizen clumsily hugged him and Gin pushed him off.
"Fuck off yeh drunk," he said wishing with all his heart that wasn't the reason for the unexpected affection.
"Im naht, an' ah…ah luvya" he slurred rather proving Gin's point.
X
Aizen winced as the words left his mouth. He may not have had the capacity to lie to himself, but he'd meant to continue his game with Gin. And he'd very much not meant to admit…uh claim that. Ah fuck it all, he'd just say it was the liquor talking. Just the tequila talking. Yes.
Silence filled the empty space between them.
"I..." Gin began, only to have his voice die off. "Ya really mean that?"
"Wouldna' said it othawize," he replied. The truth. And the exact opposite of what he'd intended to respond. Foot meet mouth indeed. But it was just the alcohol, he told himself. Because of course he didn't give a damn about another one night stand. Why would he? It was a fun chase, nothing more. He could feel Gin's suspicion as he looked at him even through the haze of alcohol. "I'm paint thfuckin sky ferya tprove it. Makya see. Make a go-dam sun fer yous."
Oh, so you finally get it. Kyouka said. Finally. Took you long enough. Five years of pining after him until you could screw up the courage to go and talk to him, and then getting plastered and declaring you'll paint the skies for him. Such a shame you'll start lying again when you sober up.
He told her to fuck off again.
"Uh well then..." Gin said again trying to seem confident and failing so adorably.
He heard Kyoraku whistle as they walked by, the dick.
"Oy Aizen-taichou, you're not settling down are ya?" he called in a perish-the-thought tone. Oh shit, Aizen thought muzzily. Told you so, Kyouka broke into his thoughts sounding way too smug. He ignored her.
"Set 'em up an' knock em down," he sneered back.
"Ugh give it a rest will ya?" Kyoraku called. "An' leave the boy alone,"
"I'm here w-willingly," Gin piped up shakily. Blushing furiously.
"That's what they all think," Kyoraku said darkly.
"ahd neva urt Im," he snapped. That was no here near as suave as what he'd meant to say…whatever that had been. Ah fuck it, in for a penny... "Go fuck yerself with a goddamn cactus!" he railed at the man. A snarl on his lips and a pair of possessive arms around Gin.
Kyoraku laughed though what he said was lost as the world spun wildly. All he could gather was Kyoraku's tone and laughter somewhat resembled the cackling voice in his head just before the world lurched around him. Bringing nausea and dizziness. Shit.
X
Somehow Gin got him home. After waiting for him to come to and lumber onto his feet again, Gin got him home. Trying not to spew vitriol at Kyoraku for the things he'd said. The things he'd insinuated. As if he didn't have his own mind saying those things.
But Gin managed to ignore it. And they arrived at Aizen-sama's place without further incident. Gin waited while he fumbled for a key and handed it to him, clearly not trusting his own co-ordination. Gin took it without comment, opened the door and watched as Aizen stumbled to the couch, sat down, and let head loll back on the corner. Gin walked in after, feeling incredibly awkward, and handed him back the keys. Aizen cracked his eyes open.
"eh? Keep em," he said, closing them again. Gin tried not to get too happy, knowing he'd ask for them back later but still it felt he'd won a round. He turned to leave.
"Ya can stay ya know,"
"er thanks but I think I'll be going," Gin said.
"I…I'd likeit if ya stayed," he slurred softly.
"I'm sure," Gin replied not trying to hide his bitterness. At aizen for using him, at what Kyoraku said, what he'd implied, as if Gin didn't know all of that shit already. He wondered if there was a flower for hatred, so he could give to Kyoraku, for stirring up all this in his mind again when he thought they'd been making progress. For reminding him that his relationship with Sousuke would be forever marred by chessplay.
A long pause then Aizen laughed harshly,"ya kiddin righ? Ya rem'ber thiss feelslike?" Gin did indeed, wincing as he remembered his own experience. He hesitated. Guilt clawed at him, too as he remembered how Aizen had looked after him when he was in this state. Fed him, let him shower, clothed him, let him sleep in his bed. How he'd stayed. And suddenly he felt awful and ill.
Gin shook the guilt away. No. He would not let Aizen guilt trip him into staying. Drunk or not, chessplay between them or not, that was an underhanded move.
"Jus' donwanna be 'lone." Aizen whispered.
Gin could feel his heart break inside him at that. And he swallowed thickly. Guilt like bile in his throat. But he made himself put the key in the door to go. He had to. He couldn't let Aizen manipulate him like this. Not into his life, not into his bed... certainly not into his bed.
And Kyoraku had warned him...
"Wan ya t'stay." Aizen slurred again.
Gin made himself place his hand on the doorhandle. "I don' think is a good idea." he said. Kyoraku's voice bouncing in his skull. Never hurt him... please. I've seen enough of your other victims to know otherwise... you'll get bored of fucking him sooner or later and go onto the next one.
He remembered Aizen's response of 'Go fuck yerself with a cactus'. After which he had hit the floor.
Gin took a deep breath. Maybe this was all a big mistake, coming here, doing this, being with him... maybe Kyoraku was right. Maybe he should just save himself heartache and pain later down the line and walk away NOW, while he still could. While he still had his heart intact. Spare himself the 'I told you so's and gossip and rumours and the shame when it all ended badly.
Which, he knew, it would eventually.
Somewhere behind him, he heard Aizen sigh tiredly and softly.
"Ahshit. Didn' meanta upset you." he slurred. "I done gone put me foot innit again."
That made Gin pause, turn around. Aizen sounded genuinely upset. He'd never heard that before. He always seemed so controlled... Gin hadn't even been sure the older man could get upset.
Was this just another ruse? A move in their game?
"issit wha' Kyorakuu said?" he asked curiously. "Look I didnwanna give tha impress'n. I know said some lewd stuff before but tha's no'wha I wanout ya. I's tryinna be smooth an'... I'm jus' idiot. Footin mouth disease, me. If ya wanna stay I won' touch you if ya don'wannit. Promise. Doneven care if ya never fuckme honnesly, jus wanna make ya happy the wayya make me happy..."
Gin could only stand and stare at the man. Completely thrown back by this. Was this genuine? It seemed genuine.
They did say that 'a drunk mind speaks a sober heart.'
it could very well be genuine. Could easily be genuine. Felt genuine.
The warmth in his chest said it was genuine. The damn moths in his belly said it was genuine.
Did he trust his gut?
He turned to the door again, needing privacy to digest all of this. Not trusting his face to not give him away.
Shinsou? His mind called out quietly. wanting help. Needing help.
Can't help ya on this one, kiddo. Shinsou said to him. Some things ya gotta figure out on yer own.
Aizen sighed again. Gave up. "S'up t'you. Go if ya want. Won't stopya. Jus..." and Gin watched as Aizen let his shoulders sink. "Wanna makya happy either way."
Gin hesitated at the door again. Thinking. Weighing the words. Aizen's. Kyoraku's. Whose had more worth? More weight? He closed his eyes and thought backwards... how they'd laughed and kissed earlier. Their first date, until the Ran and oyster fiasco. The music. Their first kiss. He hadn't imagined that, the spark between them. The feelings of desire and warmth suffusing his body at just being near him. The red tulip. The scarf covered in constellations, still around his neck. Aizen looking after him, letting him borrow his clothes. Cherry. The Stew. The joy of just seeing the older man smile – really smile – the way his laughter seemed to come from someplace deep within him. The real place. The true place.
Ya make life bearable. I'd make ya a goddamn sun. Paint the skies.
The icebergs on the Falseood Sea.
He definitely hadn't imagined any of that.
And now this declaration.
Gin opened his eyes again, clarity dawning on him. How could he leave now? After hearing that? Even if life did return to normal after this. Even if the iceberg melted, it had still been an iceberg of realness in the Falsehood Sea. A genuine moment, a break from the chessplay, hadn't he just been wishing for exactly that, knowing Aizen would never – could never – give it. And with this realisation, Gin felt his heart thawing from the frost Kyoraku had put there, took the keys out of the door and turned back to face him. Maybe he was thawing, after all.
Excellent choice, Shinsou murmured approvingly.
Gin allowed himself a soft tender smile. As if there were any other choice, he replied.
"Kay." Gin smiled. "I'll stay," he walked back to the couch "Whaddya need? Water? Painkillers?"
"Jus' you," Sousuke replied. Gin tried not to smile as he sat down next to his 'partner'. Sousuke tried to rise and sat back down closing his eyes.
"Tha fuck are you tryin' ta do?" Gin asked teasing.
"Er…Shum water'd be good 'n sekin thought," Aizen answered. He sounded so sheepish and embarrassed that Gin immediately dropped the playfulness and retrieved a glass of water without saying anything else. Aizen accepted It gratefully and drank.
Gin lapsed into thought. A voice at the back of his head was whispering 'something's wrong with this picture'. And he couldn't ignore it. Aizen was a control freak even on their first date had only drank socially, had barely shown the effects of the wine, screwing with that dumb waitress skillfully. Not that Gin had been in a great position to judge but still…And today he'd been about a drink away from face-planting on the desk. The hell was going on?
Gin mulled it over, quietly, though his mulling was interrupted by the weight of Sousuke's arm around him. So he gave up and settled himself against the older man. Plenty of time for thinking later.
Aizen raised his head meeting Gin's with the earnestness of the terminally wasted, he'd seen it on Rangiku's face often enough.
"Y'eva feel lik ya'drow'in un'er ice?" he asked.
"What?" Gin replied leaning in unable to understand the slurred words. Aizen blinked and stared at him for a moment then shook his head.
"Nev mind. I'm wayshted," he said finally raising his glass for more water.
"No shit," Gin agreed leaving to refill the glass. What the hell had he been trying to say? It sounded important and the fact that he wouldn't repeat it just made Gin more curious. Either way, Gin vowed after this to be a bit more open and caring when the drunk fool woke up the . Runs him a bath. Makes food. Be freer with his affection. That was what partners were supposed to do, right?
"Gin?" Aizen said quietly, interrupting Gin's thoughts again.
"Hm?"
"Will you stay with me?"
Huh. What kind of question was that? It made Gin wonder. Maybe it had something to do with what he was trying to say before, something about... drowning? But Gin couldn't make out much more than that and suddenly felt like he'd missed out on something important.
But there was nothing he could do about that now. The moment had gone. So Gin just sighed softly, settled himself against Aizen's body, arms around him, and laid his head against his chest, listening instead to his heartbeat. And he focused on the question he could understand. "Always." he replied.
