Vacation Daze

Chapter 7 - The Last Night Part 1

Author's Note - I am so so sorry this chapter took so long! I took a break from writing for awhile and it turned into longer than I intended. Then I had an extremely difficult time getting the document to load with document manager. The next chapter should be out much sooner. Thanks so much to everyone who has reviewed so far! And many thanks to takadainmate who did the beta.

The next few days passed in an uncomfortable haze as Ban tried to avoid thinking about the scene he had witnessed in the bedroom, while Ginji acted just as cheerful as ever. At night Ban slept as far on his side of the bed as possible, but Ginji didn't seem to notice. When Ginji ended up on his side accidentally, he just gave him a shove until they were back in their respective places. There was no mention of the incident with Yumi, or of Ban's glasses being found on the floor. And their days at the beach were dwindling away. Before he knew it, it was their last night at the beach house.

Ginji wanted to celebrate their last night by having yakitori on the beach and drinking lots of beer. Ban agreed a bit reluctantly since he didn't like the idea of being around Ginji when drunk. He wasn't sure how much farther his control could stretch. But he was determined to make it through the night. After all, tomorrow they were going back to Tokyo and then everything could go back to normal.

"Ban-chan, Ban-chan!" Ginji called to him as he threw open the door to the beach house. "There you are!"

Ban was sitting at the kitchen table smoking a cigarette and pretending to read a magazine. "Did you get the stuff?" he asked.

"Yep." Ginji held up two plastic bags full of groceries triumphantly and then began to take things out and place them on the table.

"Ginji," Ban sputtered as he noticed one particular bottle, "what is that?" Of course he knew very well what it was, but that didn't mean he was happy about it.

"Margarita mix," Ginji replied happily. "It's kind of boring drinking beer all the time so I thought we could use a change."

"And that bottle?" He pointed to one that was tall and green.

"What, this?" Ginji picked up the bottle and looked at it like he had never seen it before. "It says tequila."

"Ginji," Ban spoke slowly in the hopes of getting through to him, "there is already tequila in that margarita mix you bought. Why did you get an entire other bottle?"

Ginji grinned. "I just thought it would be fun to add a little extra. And you like your drinks really strong, right Ban-chan?"

Ban swallowed and tried to think of a way he could get out of tonight. "Right..." He decided to say that he had a bad headache, but Ginji spoke before he could.

"I'm so sad this is our last night here, Ban-chan. I love being with you all the time."

"Ginji, you're always with me all the time," Ban pointed out.

"I know, but it's different here." Ginji smiled wistfully. "We don't have to worry about money and we have our own house. It's like we're a family."

"Ginji," Ban swallowed hard and looked down. There was an awkward pause.

"Well, I'll pack up the cooler so we can get to the beach before sunset." Ginji busied himself putting the things they had bought in the cooler while Ban resigned himself to a night of margaritas.

It was just beginning to get dark as they headed down the beach to the picnic tables, and Ban remembered the first night they had come down to the beach. The sun had been setting then too.

"It's so pretty, Ban-chan! Look!" Ginji pointed towards the sunset over the ocean. The setting sun cast a rosy glow over his complexion and faded into slight glints where it touched his hair.

"I see it, Ginji." Ban had to shake himself to keep from staring at his friend. "It is...pretty," he finished lamely, setting their cooler down on the picnic table and taking a seat on the bench.

Ginji sat down beside him and smiled. "I'll make the margaritas!" he said, and proceeded to get the mix and tequila out of the bag.

"Ginji, do you even know how to make them?" Ban asked doubtfully.

"Of course, Ban-chan," he replied. "It's written right here." He pointed to the bottle of margarita mix and squinted, looking at the directions. "Uh oh, it says you need a blender."

"Too bad," Ban said. "I guess we can do without the margaritas tonight."

"Wait! You can also make them another way. It says it's called on the rocks."

Great. Well, a few margaritas wouldn't kill him. It wasn't like his tolerance was that low. "Don't you think we should eat first?" he asked.

"You can eat, Ban-chan. This will just take me a few minutes."

The situation was getting more and more suspicious. Ginji didn't want to eat? Ban shrugged and pulled some of the yakitori out of the cooler. More for him.

A few minutes later Ginji handed him the drink. "Here you go, Ban-chan." Ban sniffed it and then cautiously took a drink. It wasn't too bad. He could barely taste the tequila.

"Well?" Ginji was looking at him expectantly.

"It's good. Here." He handed Ginji a stick of roasted chicken.

Ginji smiled and took it carefully. "Thanks, Ban-chan."

Five margaritas later everything seemed a lot more amusing. Ginji was leaning heavily against him and talking at a rapid pace, his spiky hair tickling Ban's nose.

"And then Juubei said that Toshiki might move in with him and Kazuki until he finds another place to live. But I think that might not be for awhile because they seem really happy." Ginji giggled and Ban noticed that his hand was in a rather inappropriate place, but he couldn't seem to make himself move it.

"Uh, huh, I bet they're really happy. Your hair is tickling me, Ginji." He brushed at it, but Ginji just snuggled closer.

"You're drunk, Ban-chan." Ginji pointed out happily.

"What? I am not." For some reason he remembered thinking that being drunk was a bad idea, but he couldn't seem to remember why.

"Yes, you are," Ginji insisted. "You wouldn't let me touch you otherwise."

"Oh..."In the next few secondsit all came rushing back to him. All the moments they had had in the past week, Ginji touching himself in the bedroom and Ban watching, unable to look away. He became uncomfortably aware of Ginji's hand in his lap and his own arousal, which surely Ginji could not have failed to notice. "You planned this didn't you?" he asked.

Ginji pressed his mouth against Ban's neck. "Planned what?"

"This. Us getting drunk." Ban couldn't seem to think coherently anymore.

"Well, getting drunk was the plan, wasn't it?" Ginji said softly.

"I don't think so. At least I didn't mean to." He moaned as Ginji's hand began moving against his lap. He couldn't seem to stop himself from pressing into it. Time seemed to stand still as Ginji touched him while simultaneously kissing his neck. He knew there was something he should be remembering. It came to him in a flash with the distant sound of a car horn. "Ginji, we're outside. Anyone could walk by."

"I'm sorry, Ban-chan, but I can't stop." Ginji licked his ear.

"Yes...you can." Ban turned Ginji's head away from his ear so that their eyes met. And then he kissed him. There was an urgency that was just slightly dulled by all the margaritas they had drunk. Ban pressed his tongue into Ginji's mouth and then wondered what exactly he had been so worried about. There was nothing strange about kissing Ginji, no awkwardness between them. He touched Ginji's erection hesitantly and Ginji arched against his hand. They couldn't do this here. "Ginji, come on. We have to go back to the beach house."

"I don't want to, Ban-chan,"Ginji protested. "I want to stay here."

"You want some little kids to see us getting off?" he asked.

"There's no little kids here! And besides, it's dark now."

"Ginji," he touched his cheek gently, "you've been waiting a long time for this, haven't you?" Ginji nodded, unable to meet his eyes. "You can wait five more minutes." He stood up from the bench and gave Ginji his hand. Ginji tried to stand up, but managed to trip over the bench and they both ended up on the sand.

"Oops, sorry, Ban-chan." Ginji had landed on top of him and didn't seem to be interested in moving.

Ban laughed. "You're the drunk one." He tried to push Ginji off of him, but Ginji had apparently decided to take advantage of his current position, kissing Ban teasingly. And in this position, it was all too easy for Ginji to start rocking against him, causing heat to gather in a certain part of his body. For a moment Ban completely forgot where it was they were going or why it wasn't a good idea to be doing this on the beach. All he could think about was the feel of Ginji's mouth against his, and the rhythm that his own body seemed to be insisting on. Then he registered yet another car noise. This was not good. With a concentrated effort he pushed Ginji off him and stood shakily to his feet. "We have to go back to the house. Come on." He offered Ginji his hand.

"But, Ban-chan..." Ginji tried to get up and fell back awkwardly onto the sand.

"Just stay there for a minute," he ordered. When he was sure Ginji would stay put, Ban gathered up their trash and threw it into a nearby garbage bin. Then he grabbed both of Ginji's hands, using all his strength to pull him up. They almost ended up falling over again, but this time Ban somehow managed to find his balance. He put one arm around Ginji, holding him close. "Let's go."

The trip back to the house was difficult with Ginji pressed up against him, breathing into his ear. Ban wondered several times if they would ever actually get there. He didn't remember it being so far away. Finally they got to the door, and Ban fumbled in his pocket for the keys. In the short moment that he couldn't find them Ginji seized the opportunity to push him back against the door, kissing him hungrily. Ban groaned, not sure how much longer he could resist something he had been wanting for so long. Grabbing Ginji's hips he reversed their positions so that Ginji was against the door and continued kissing him while unlocking the door with the hand that wasn't beneath Ginji's shirt. The door fell open with a sudden click and Ban found that they were once again on the ground. At least he was on top this time.

"Ban-chan..." Ginji tried to kiss him, but Ban moved his head away, trying desperately to regain some self-control.

"The bedroom, Ginji. Now."