Flynn, surprisingly, isn't drunk. But Yuri, for once, is.
"A birthday part for me and you're the one who's drunk?" Flynn asks, not bothering to keep the irritation out of his voice when Yuri is too drunk to notice anyway. Yuri is hanging over Flynn with his arm draped lazily over his shoulder and an unopened bottle of champagne in his hand, and he's heavy, damn it. It's a relief when they pass through the door to their shared room. "Get off me."
Yuri drops dramatically to the floor, and a vague memory of Yuri venting to Estelle last time he was drunk about Flynn bullying him, complete with eyes filled the brim with fake tears, pops unbidden into Flynn's head. Estelle had refused to talk to him for a week afterwards, and that was not going to happen again. "Give me that," he orders with a motion toward the bottle still firmly grasped in Yuri's hand.
"I don't want to. I wanna drink it," Yuri whines, and Flynn can feel himself getting gray hairs. The blonde reaches forward and grabs the neck of the bottle, and Yuri's brows knit together in concern. He hangs onto the bottle as Flynn tries to tear it away. Flynn's fingers slip, and he hooks the cork with his nails to keep it from getting pulled from him. "I wanna drink it!" Yuri repeats angrily, and Flynn opens his mouth to reply when the cork snaps out with a pop.
It's cold enough to make Flynn gasp as the champagne hits his skin, frothy bubbles running in rivulets down his skin. Even worse, most of it hits him smack in the face, soaking his hair and his shirt. As it drips off the tips his bangs, he can do nothing but stare in disbelief at Yuri. The other man is in a ball on the floor, laughing hard enough to make his face turn red, and Flynn wishes so badly Yuri would hurry up and get sober so Flynn could punch him and not feel guilty for it.
"I'm going to get a towel," Flynn says, flicking droplets off his fingers. As he turns, Yuri stands abruptly and grabs his arm.
"I'll get it," he says, and Flynn sits on the edge of the bed with a defeated sigh. To his surprise, Yuri doesn't leave; he climbs over him and pushes him onto his back. He licks along Flynn's cheek, and as he rises, a droplet of champagne rests on his lip.
"I thought you were going to get a towel for me," Flynn comments flatly, and Yuri's smirk is clumsily seductive.
"I said I'll get it. I meant the champagne," he slurs, pleased with how clever he was, and Flynn is far from impressed. "I wanted my drink, and I'm gonna get it." He pries Flynn's soaked clothes from his skin and tosses them into the corner. Flynn shivers at the cold, but Yuri's mouth is warm as it surrounds his cock, and despite his verbal protests, he lets Yuri suck with his hand tangled in his long hair, pulling him forward more than pushing him back.
Yuri is more than happy to stay there, and his lips are too greedy and too tight and too warm. Flynn's cock slides against his cheek, sticky as he comes, and what lands in Yuri's mouth gets swallowed, much to Flynn's horror. Yuri wipes away the rest with his thumb before putting it in his mouth with a satisfied smile. He moves forward and presses his lips against Flynn's temple. "You taste so good," Yuri murmurs breathlessly, and he licks Flynn's ear and bites the lobe.
"It's the… It's the alcohol that tastes good," Flynn stammers, and at that moment he knows he's going to let Yuri do what he wants. As Yuri moves down Flynn's chest and abdomen, tongue swirling in circles to lap up the drink, the blonde's skin twitches beneath him. "And that tickles." He doesn't want to laugh but has no choice as his muscles jump, and damn it that was the most girly noise he's ever made—
"You still have some more on your face," Yuri notes, and Flynn starts as Yuri's mouth appears on his. Yuri doesn't stay for long though, lifting up half a second later with a pondering look on his face. A grin spreads over it as he realizes, "Now I can seriously say I'm getting drunk off you." Flynn groans internally, and Yuri kisses the edge of his neck, his body sinking against Flynn's as he does so.
Oh shit he's dead, Flynn thinks automatically when Yuri's lips cease moving, but seconds later he can hear light snores from the collapsed man. Flynn shoves him off irritably, and he lands none too lightly on the floor but stays sound asleep.
And when he wakes up in the morning, asking what happened last night, Flynn chucks the empty bottle of champagne at him.