Chapter 3 – Drunk Minds Speak Sober Thoughts

It had been a few days since Hayner had moved in and he and Seifer had fallen into a sort of routine that was thoroughly testing his limits.

They'd argue whenever they were together, but that wasn't the problem. The issue was that Hayner was falling for him; Seifer seemed to make an effort to embarrass him, teasing him and getting close enough that Hayner thought they would kiss – but it never happened.

If this carried on, Hayner might lose his mind; his libido was taking over his mind and he could have sworn that Seifer knew exactly what he was doing to him. Which is how he got into the current situation.

Seifer had decided that he was too hot to wear actual clothing, so instead was stood at the stove in just boxers and an apron. Hayner was sat at the table behind him, watching the muscles on his back flex everytime he moved to do something. Hayner's appetite was raging and not just for the food that was being cooked.

"Don't you have anything better to do than stare at me?" There was amusement clear in the blonde's voice; Hayner was starting to think Seifer was an exhibitionist with his need for attention.

"Shut up asshole, I wasn't staring" Hayner huffed and swilled the remainder of the drink in his mug. His mind wandered to the party that was being held later that night at one of the rich kid's houses, this was his chance to get his mind off Seifer and get some action – he didn't care who and he didn't care where, but it had to be soon.

It was only when a plate was placed infront of him, that his mind returned back to reality. Seifer sat down opposite Hayner and began eating in silence, blue eyes watching Hayner with a strange expression in his eyes.

"What now?" Hayner muttered, glancing up at Seifer and then quickly away; those eyes never failed to make him squirm, they seemed to know things that he shouldn't.

"Nothing" Seifer eventually looked away and they finished their meal in silence. Hayne stood and grabbed both plates, they'd made an agreement, Seifer (as the better cook) would make food and Hayner would clean up afterwards. He tensed as Seifer stood just as he leaned to get the plate, their skin brushed and Hayner could have sworn Seifer had a quick grope on the way, but said nothing as soon he was alone in the kitchen.

"Fucking Seifer, and his fucking wandering hands" Hayner muttered to himself as he cleaned up; all he had to do now was get ready for that night.

~S*H~

Music thumped and lights strobed as Hayner walked with Roxas, Pence and Olette towards the mansion. People were all over, spilling from the doorways and lounging on the grass; clearly the alcohol had already flowing and bodies gyrated and hands were wandering beyond what was publically acceptable.

"You want a drink?" Pence had to shout to be heard over the music and the three friends nodded, Olette going with him to help him carry the drinks.

Roxas squeaked when two arms wrapped securely around his waist, but relaxed when he noticed it was just his boyfriend, Axel. The redhead grinned at Hayner, before disappearing off with an embarrassed looking Roxas, who mouthed an apology to Hayner, who had now been left alone.

Taking a moment to glance around the party, he recognised a few people and felt way too sober to be in the current situation.

That was rectified by Pence reappearing with two drinks; he looked confused when he saw Hayner by himself. "Roxas has ran off with the pyro" Hayner grabbed both drinks and downed one of them, feeling the bitter liquid warm his insides. He threw the now empty cup into a nearby bin and smiled at Pence's surprised face as he sipped at the second one.

He just wanted to get wrecked and find some hottie for a quickie before the end of the night.

"Go find Olette and dance, I'll be around" Pence eyed him up but nodded and headed back in the way he came, leaving Hayner once again by himself. The brunette wandered through the rooms until he reached the back yard. There was a keg stand going on and before he knew it, he was being held up while drinking as much as he could.

Before long, the music was thumping in time to his heartbeat and the room swayed significantly more than at the start of the night.

He lost count of how many drinks he'd had, but he'd stumbled his way to a treehouse in the backyard. Somehow, he managed to climb up and into it without falling back off and was surprised with what he saw.

Hayner wasn't entirely sure if he was dreaming, or if this was for real. Seifer lay on a makeshift bed, one arm propping his head up and the other lazily slung across his chest. A few cans littered around him, and his breathing was slow and steady, indicating to Hayner that the taller blonde was asleep.

Without his usual inhibitions, he stumbled over as quietly as he could, observing the unusually peaceful expression on his face.

He found himself moving closer, placing one hand on the other side of Seifer's face, he leaned down slowly, about to finally get the kiss that he'd been craving for so long. That was until blue eyes cracked open and the signature smirk was back. "You know, if you wanted to kiss me so bad, you should have just asked, lamer" With that, Seifer's free hand grabbed the back of Hayner's head, sealing their lips.

Hayner groaned at the tingling feeling running through his body, his heartbeat was erratic and soon, he found himself on his back with Seifer looming over him.

Their movements were rough, the kiss was not gentle or romantic, is was harsh and deep, just like them. Seifer didn't ask for permission, his tongue pushed into Hayner's more-than-willing mouth and a battle was initiated. This new, more intimate type of fight was new and exciting for them and had Hayner writhing beneath Seifer.

He felt too hot, too trapped, but not close enough either. Hayner managed to discard of the standard beanie and run his hands through silky blonde hair.

Seifer grunted and bucked into Hayner, who's eyes rolled back in his head at the shot of pleasure. "Fuck Seif" Hayner groaned, dragging Seifer back down to him, feeling a hand dance up and under his shirt.

"We'll get to that, if you want" His voice was a husk, and lips attached themselves to the tanned neck, nibbling and sucking until the skin was pink.

"Let's go home" Seifer sat up, raising an eyebrow at Hayner but stood, grabbing his beanie and with one last smouldering look, climbed out of the treehouse.

Hayner managed to stumble his way out after the blonde, who was strolling across the garden, clearly assuming that Hayner wouldn't be too far behind him. Moving through the house, Hayner spotted Olette and Pence on one of the sofas and took a detour to say goodbye.

"Hey" Olette greeted, clearly on the merrier side. "How's it going, found a date?" She giggled when Hayner flushed, scratching the back of his head.

"I guess you could say that" He nervously chuckled and before she could question him further, Seifer had grabbed the back of his shirt and was dragging him away.

Olette looked surprised momentarily before a knowing smile appeared on her face as she waved him off. The cool air once again hit them as they walked towards the dorms, Hayner having sobered up a little bit since the treehouse – though the giddy feeling was still there.

He stole a glance at Seifer, who kept his eyes on the path just a small smile was on his lips, for once not a smirk. Hayner couldn't help but staring, it was only when they reached their door that Seifer acknowledged him.

The door was flung open and Hayner was pushed inside, as soon as the door was locked, lips were back on eachother and Hayner found himself being led backwards until he toppled onto something soft.

This was really happening.