Inspired by this prompt on tumblr:

"Tee-hee. Um, Rikuo and Kazahaya on a boys' night out after work. They both get a bit drunk annnnnd suddenly have a hard time trying to conceal their true feelings for each other."

My inbox betrayed me and deleted the original message, so I don't know who asked for this prompt! I had copied it into the document I was writing this in. I hope who ever asked for this (I know it was sometime last year ha ha, oops) is satisfied with my answer...

I didn't mean to write M rated material but... ah, there it is. Drunk grinding is hard to stop, pun intended.

Enjoy!

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"Two hundred million dollars! Who knows anything about sales? This guy does!"

Rikuo grinned modestly at the praise from his boss, looking around the table at his colleagues, all with shots of Bacardi in front of them. He locked eyes with Kazahaya for a moment, the newest edition to the company, and had to admit to himself for the hundredth time that night how great the kid looked in a button down shirt, sleeves rolled up and tie askew.

Rikuo looked down at his own glass when Kazahaya smiled, teeth showing brilliantly white in the dim light of the bar.

"To Rikuo!" Their boss finished whatever he had been saying, Rikuo had drowned him out for a moment there.

Rikuo raised his shot with the rest of the guys and downed it in one swift motion, enjoying the burn as much as the taste.

After some pats on the back and general chatter, the team split up in groups, either towards the bar or the billiards tables. Rikuo exhaled, slouching in his seat and playing with his shot glass. He honestly hated attention, and being singled out among his sales team irritated him. They had all helped in some way to get over this hurdle, Rikuo just happened to be the one to close the deal during an informative meeting with Japan.

"Hey."

Rikuo glanced up, noticing Kazahaya take a seat next to him. He sat up instantly, trying and failing to hide his excitement. Rikuo hated how he always got elated when Kazahaya was near him...

"Hi," Rikuo tried to relax, forcing himself to be natural around the youngest employee. Wasn't he supposed to be the adult here? More experienced and confident and all that? Rikuo never had it this bad. Maybe it was because the dirty blond and him were friends. Concealing his feelings for Kazahaya had always been a struggle, since day one when he first began as an intern.

Their friendship had started off rocky, Kazahaya was a spitfire who constantly asked questions and debated ideas. He was a strong asset in the company with an annoying personality. Rikuo was stubborn and ruthless. Pairing the two of them together was hell on earth for almost a full year; they never agreed on anything. But Rikuo couldn't shake off the obvious attraction he felt for the other man. Kazahaya was a loud mouth spaz, but that didn't mean he wasn't the most adorable creature Rikuo had ever laid eyes on.

Attraction slowly built to admiration for Kazahaya, his youth and his excitability. He was almost envious of the way Kazahaya viewed the world, like it was a game to be played, with boss battles and leveling up; conflicts and experience. That's what Kazahaya told him before they had a heart-to-heart, interrupting a game of Zelda during a staff party at someone's house. Rikuo had been disconnected the entire time and broke down in front of Kazahaya in secret, telling the young man how his sister had been in a car accident that morning and died instantly.

Rikuo had never cried in front of another man, a person, since his mother passed away when he was a child. Kazahaya had let him cry on his shoulder for what must have been hours, holding him tight and combing his fingers through Rikuo's dark hair.

"What will you do now?" Kazahaya asked humorously, crossing his arms on the tables surface.

Rikuo shrugged, pushing away from the table, keeping a peripheral eye on Kazahaya as he moved.

"Wanna get a drink?" Rikuo gestured towards the bar

"Is that an offer?" Kazahaya smiled mischievously and it made Rikuo chuckle lightly.

"Always on the ball, huh?"

"I love any opportunity to get drunk for free," Kazahaya winked and Rikuo laughed.

Kazahaya brought in his lower lip, gnawing it, staring at Rikuo's backside as he led them to the semi-crowded bar.

Truthfully, Kazahaya didn't enjoy alcohol at all, and typically stayed away from the nasty stuff. But he knew he'd need at least a little, to calm his nerves.

Interacting with Rikuo was a little easier since the older man had opened up to him that night, but it also became harder. Kazahaya always thought Rikuo was the worst kind of person, egotistical, bratty, hot guy who deserved none of the attention he received. When Rikuo broke down and let Kazahaya hold him, dropped his defenses and acted like a human being, Kazahaya's heart swelled with real ache for his coworker.

Since then Rikuo had began to treat him like a person as well, and an unlikely friendship formed between them. Because of that, Kazahaya realized how... mature and sensible Rikuo was, in his own way. How his rare, genuine smiles would make Kazahaya's breath quicken, how his short laughs would cause Kazahaya's lips to raise into an uncontrollable smile, wide and unguarded. Kazahaya realized, after much inner turmoil, for he had sworn off men after his horrible college experiences, that he had fallen hard for Rikuo Himura.

But that was to be kept a secret. Who knew what horrors would come with confessing your feelings to a co-worker, someone you see almost every day in a professional setting. Especially if Rikuo didn't return the feelings, how awkward that would be... Kazahaya would have to skip town, go work at some other dead beat office job, never to find love again.

Kazahaya was on his third beer, well, hard cider, when he overheard Rikuo ask for another Black Russian.

"How many of those have you had?" Kazahaya asked, keeping his tone light.

"J'st ah few," Rikuo slurred, scooting his empty glass to join a handful of others.

"Cheap beer first though, gotta prep the body, y'know what I'm sayin'?" Rikuo turned and flashed a wide grin at Kazahaya.

Kazahaya forced a smile. Of course it wasn't his job to make sure Rikuo didn't over do it tonight, but it didn't stop him from worrying. His friends in college used to call him the mother hen... he was always the designated driver.

Just as the dark drink was set in front of Rikuo, a couple guys clapped their hands on the bar and Rikuo's shoulders. Kazahaya leaned out of the way, annoyed, as one of them stepped between him and Rikuo, resting casually on the bar. They invited him over to play some pool and Kazahaya had to smile a little at Rikuo's refusal.

"Can't you see I'm talking?"

Kazahaya's proud smile turned sheepish as three sets of eyes turned towards him.

"Hey, Kudo! Didn't see you there!" Saiga boomed, one of the staff's senior editors. He got on his nerves worse than Rikuo, mostly because he was promoted constantly and the dirty blond youth rarely saw him doing anything.

Kazahaya nodded his head as greeting, casting his gaze to his half empty bottle.

Saiga turned his attention back to Rikuo. "Well hey, since you don't want to lose to a game against me, how about a round of Jägerbombs?" Saiga announced more to the bartender than Rikuo, who's ears perked up.

Kazahaya rolled his eyes, going back to his cider. Rikuo loved anything with caffeine.

Rikuo peeked over at Kazahaya as the bartender began by passing around glasses of Red Bull. He captured his attention with a lifted finger.

"One for him too," he pointed at Kazahaya, who instantly began to politely protest, until Saiga's loud laugh and prodding convinced the younger employee to take the drink.

Rikuo had never witnessed Kazahaya drunk, and admitted it was something he was very curious to see. After that he made sure Kazahaya was included in every shot Saiga and his partner purchased for them, until an hour later, when Rikuo's fuzzy brain thought it was time to go home and sleep.

About half the office had already left, leaving Rikuo standing against the wall with his first glass of water that night, sharing it with Kazahaya. He had been very proud of himself for not getting too close to his co-worker, or letting any secrets slip. Although he did feel himself slowly leaning towards the younger man, the room was beginning to spin and he needed more support than the wall.

"Whoa," he heard Kazahaya surprisingly close to his ear. "I think it's time for you to go home, Rikuo."

Rikuo nodded, his head finding purchase upon Kazahaya's small shoulder. Oh, he smelled nice. Was that some kind of cologne? Rikuo never pegged Kazahaya as someone who would bother with artificial scents.

Kazahaya hated himself. Why had he accepted all those shots? One had somehow turned to four and now he was officially out of his mind. Less than Rikuo though, who currently had his nose buried in the crook of Kazahaya's neck.

Normal, sober Kazahaya would have shoved Rikuo off and scurried away like a scared cat, but drunk Kazahaya found the hot air hitting his throat to be rather pleasant, enticing even.

But Rikuo did need to get off. He was clearly about to pass out.

"Want me to walk you home?" Ever the mother hen. Kazahaya mentally smacked the memories of his old friends teasing him.

"Mm, as long as you stay and keep me company," Rikuo whispered in Kazahaya's ear, who shivered afterward.

He's so wasted, Kazahaya thought to himself, knowing how much of a flirt Rikuo was with the women in the office. He didn't take those words seriously.

"Yeah yeah, c'mon," Kazahaya placated Rikuo, getting a large arm over his shoulders and stumbling around until he found their coats.

Kazahaya felt his foggy brain clear up with the crisp, early morning air. He inhaled and exhaled deeply, his own spinning head slowing down a bit.

As they stumbled along the sidewalk together, Rikuo spoke up.

"I d'ndt know you have it in youu, Kazahaya," Rikuo slurred, his arm gone from Kazahaya's shoulders, hands instead occasionally brushing together by their sides. "Thought you'da puked by now."

"The cold air helps," Kazahaya admitted. If he had stayed in that stuffy bar any longer his head may have well been inside a toilet by now. His stomach was feeling queasy, but his brain no longer felt like liquid in his skull.

Rikuo nodded heavily, like his head weighed a ton. "It's nice out."

Kazahaya looked up, watching Rikuo's profile as they walked. He couldn't remember the last time he got this drunk, maybe his 21st birthday, when his best friend had taken him to a Japanese restaurant and they drank sake all night.

Apparently Rikuo had been speaking, Kazahaya hadn't heard him and stupidly said "Yeah," when he turned to gauge his reaction.

Rikuo smirked after a silence. "See something you like?"

"Your face," Kazahaya smiled, giggled, embarrassed by his confession but unable to look away.

"You like my face?" Rikuo's brows knitted in confusion, voice bewildered.

Kazahaya finally looked forward once more, feeling dizzy again. "You have a nice... structure, your jaw is so sharp and your lips are..." he touched his own mouth, pressing his fingers along the shape of his lips.

"Big, but not in a bad way. And your eyes are so green, they scare me sometimes," Kazahaya rambled on, the grin on his face never leaving.

"I'm sorry they scare you. I'll close my eyes."

Kazahaya looked up to see Rikuo had shut his eyes, walking blind.

"No! Don't do that!" Kazahaya laughed, grabbing Rikuo's arm when he tripped over a crack in the sidewalk.

"But I don't want to scare you!" Rikuo sang loudly. Kazahaya snickered, looking around at the dark houses they passed.

"Shh, Rikuo. People are trying to sleep," Kazahaya lowered his voice as he spoke, and felt a wave of embarrassment as he realized he had been speaking loudly as well.

Kazahaya still had his arms wrapped around Rikuo to keep him steady, feeling comforted by the warmth radiating off of the older worker. He unconsciously nuzzled his nose into the fabric of Rikuo's jacket, barely able walk in a straight line.

"Wherewe going, again?" Rikuo mumbled, finding it even more difficult to walk forward with Kazahaya hanging off his side, but entirely uncaring.

"Um... your house?" Kazahaya spoke, muffled by Rikuo's jacket.

"Ah, gotcha, okay."

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Rikuo ended up throwing up before they reached his house, Kazahaya managed to keep his own nauseousness down, even after hearing Rikuo dry heave afterward.

Stumbling up the steps to the house, Rikuo spoke quietly while hunting for his keys.

"Sorry I puked... haven't done that in a while..."

Kazahaya waited by the door. "It's normal, don't worry about it."

Rikuo laughed lightly then groaned. "Can't wait to brush my teeth, ugh."

They went inside, Kazahaya following behind Rikuo, awkwardly waiting as Rikuo stumbled to the bathroom, not turning on any lights and hanging onto furniture and walls as he went.

A couple minutes went by as Kazahaya listened to the sound of water running. He shifted back and forth, a wave of tiredness suddenly hitting him like heavy blanket, the darkness and warmth didn't help placate it. He wondered if it would be rude to ask to crash on the couch for the night...

"... Kazahaya?" Rikuo's voice tiredly spoke from the hallway.

"I'm still here," Kazahaya carefully took a few steps forward, his eyes having adjusted a little to the darkness.

"Come find me, I'm about to pass out."

Kazahaya rolled his eyes, slowly making his way to the source of Rikuo's voice, bumping into a coffee table and a standing lamp, almost knocking it to the floor.

"This is really embarrassing..." Rikuo sheepishly admitted once Kazahaya felt his presence near. "... But could you help me to my bedroom?"

Kazahaya nodded, even though Rikuo couldn't see and hefted his arm over his shoulders, bringing his own arm around his waist as they stumbled through the hallway, Rikuo giving directions to his room before Kazahaya carefully deposited him onto a large bed.

The moonlight shone through Rikuo's window curtains, helping Kazahaya watch as Rikuo flopped onto his back, his legs dangling off the edge of the bed.

Kazahaya swallowed, openly checking out Rikuo's form. He was rubbing his eyes, both arms up and elbows out. Rikuo was gorgeous, even shit-faced, Kazahaya had never seen Rikuo so completely open, defenses down, not like the confession of his sister... that was emotion. This was...

Kazahaya felt his hands twitch, he walked up to Rikuo, their knees bumping. Rikuo's legs were spread just far enough that Kazahaya could stand between them. He let a fantasy play out in his head of him settling down on the bed, crawling up his front, hiking that shirt up higher than it already was, feeling toned abs and wide chest.

Rikuo groaning snapped Kazahaya out of his delusion.

"At least I feel a little better, after barfing..." he mumbled, taking his hands away from his eyes, staring at the ceiling.

Kazahaya forgot about his original plan to ask Rikuo to stay and stepped away from his relaxed body. Staying here would be a test to his limits, a test Kazahaya wasn't ready to commit to. Rikuo was so attractive, smart, confident... and very, very drunk. Now wasn't the time to cross any lines between them, even if it was a friendly offer to stay the night, Kazahaya realized, with less shock than his fuzzy brain expected, that he was turned on. Staying here, both of them vulnerable, would be dangerous to their relationship.

"I'm... gonna go now," Kazahaya spoke, turning to leave the room.

"Ah wait, Kazahaya..."

Kazahaya turned, meeting Rikuo's eyes, he had sat up on his elbows, swaying slightly.

"... Just wanted to let you know... you shouldn't be afraid of my eyes, and I'm glad you like my face," he lifted an arm to beckon Kazahaya over and flopped back down with the effort, laughing at himself.

"You're cute and nice, I like you... and your eyes are big, like a girl's," Rikuo snickered to himself.

Kazahaya blinked, jaw slackening so he stared at Rikuo agape.

He didn't know how to respond to that, so Kazahaya stood in silence, the bed looking more inviting than ever.

"... You still there?" Rikuo mumbled, head not moving.

Kazahaya smiled in humor and disbelief. "You're drunk."

"Pfft," Rikuo choked out a laugh. "Doesn't change how I feel, dork." His voice dropped an octave, making it hard to hear what he said next: "... Better feel the same way, I'm gonna regret this in the morning, huh?"

Kazahaya licked his lips before biting them, a nervous habit. His body went warm and the urge to touch Rikuo was stronger.

He tentatively crawled on the bed next to Rikuo, keeping an eye on him as he went.

Rikuo's closed eyes opened to follow Kazahaya's movements, a slow, dumb smile stretching his lips out. He turned on his side to face Kazahaya.

"Hello, stranger," Rikuo whispered, smile unfaltering.

Kazahaya grinned, the alcohol pressing down the nervous feelings he anticipated, instead giving him a delirious surge of confidence, scooting so he pressed against Rikuo's chest, heart hammering as he felt two long, thick arms curl around and hold him closer.

Rikuo dipped his head down to nuzzle fine, dirty blond hair. He inhaled and exhaled deeply, tickling Kazahaya's scalp.

"Mm... yes," Rikuo hummed, his hands trialing up and down Kazahaya's back.

Kazahaya tilted his head up, feeling an electronic thrill as Rikuo's lips brushed down his forehead and cheek with the movement.

Their lips found each other naturally, brushing at first before moving with purpose, connecting firmly with a satisfied hum from both Kazahaya and Rikuo.

Kazahaya's flat palms against Rikuo's chest moved down, one moving around to the small of his back while the other retreated under his shirt, hiking it up as his fingers traced the lines of his stomach.

Rikuo responded by nudging a leg in between Kazahaya's, pressing his thigh up to brush the seat of Kazahaya's pants, bringing them flush together.

Kazahaya gasped, his lips falling open and allowing Rikuo's tongue inside, tasting mint mingled with lingering booze. He felt one of Rikuo's hands leave his back, moving it to take Kazahaya's thigh and hike it up so it hooked around his hips, and then Rikuo thrust forward, moaning into Kazahaya's mouth.

Kazahaya mimicked his movements, driven by drunken lust and long built up sexual attraction. They continued grinding, too tired and heavy to force their bodies to do much else.

The friction was rough, jeans against slacks, but the pace only quickened, desperate and messy, driving the men wild with need.

Hands roamed as far as they could go, Kazahaya's hands making their way up to Rikuo's chest, and the latter also pulling Kazahaya's shirt up, hands on narrow hips as he pulled them against him with every thrust. Kazahaya's lips disconnected from Rikuo's, moaning desperately. His hands moved again under his shirt to grip Rikuo's shoulders from the back just as his leg around Rikuo's waist clung tighter, hanging on for death life as their covered arousals rubbed against each other harshly, faster, harder; Rikuo was almost on top of him now, ready to push Kazahaya into the mattress.

Rikuo couldn't get enough, Kazahaya was crying out next to his ear, babbling in a hitch pitch words that didn't make sense, begging for something.

"Rikuo... ah, please- uhn! Fuck!"

Then Kazahaya latched his mouth onto Rikuo's neck, just where it connected to his shoulder, he felt teeth as well as tongue. Rikuo groaned loudly, snapping his hips forward until he had Kazahaya on his back completely, losing it when the lighter man immediately brought his other leg around Rikuo's waist, clinging to him, locking Rikuo in place.

"Kaza... haya," Rikuo broke out, his breathing labored, barely there. Kazahaya's mouth continued to abuse his neck. "I-I'm close..."

In response Kazahaya trailed his tongue along the expanse of his throat, up to his ear before moaning.

"Same," he exhaled hotly into Rikuo's ear, making him shiver. Rikuo pulled back slightly to capture Kazahaya's mouth again, kissing him hard, tongue diving deep, twirling wildly along Kazahaya's.

Rikuo barely stumbled onto his knees, using new momentum to press harder, keeping up to Kazahaya's erratic pace, going faster, over coming him.

Rikuo accidentally bit Kazahaya's lip with how hard and sudden his climax came, wracking his entire body.

Kazahaya didn't notice the pain on his lip as he came as well, finally holding his hips still as he felt wave after wave of blinding pleasure hit him, shaking as Rikuo's slow thrusts over stimulated him.

Rikuo collapsed on top of him with a very satisfied sigh. Kazahaya unhooked his legs and relaxed as well, breathing hard, his hands still holding onto Rikuo.

They stayed like that for a while, Rikuo finally lifting his head just enough to kiss Kazahaya again, softly, sweetly, before rolling to the side.

Kazahaya cuddled into Rikuo's chest, kissing the base of his neck as exhaustion began to truly over take him.

The last thing he remembered was Rikuo softly mumbling, "Hope I don't forget this..."

He didn't.