"A beer tonight?" That dark eyebrow rose in question as Ritsu slumped forward, leaning his head against the counter and rubbed at his temples.
"No, give me some whiskey."
It rose even higher. "You sure you can take that? No offense, but you seem kind of a…"
"What?" Ritsu turned his head up and glared. "A lightweight?"
"…yeah, sorta." Takano slid him a glass on a napkin, keeping a close eye on him in case he passed out after one sip or something. He wasn't kidding when he almost voiced that Onodera was a lightweight. Probably most lightweight of all the lightweights, if that made sense.
Luckily, the amber liquid traveled down Ritsu's slender throat smoothly, with only a small cough to his sleeve and a sneeze. Damn, that shouldn't have been as cute it was. Yes, it was true:
Takano had an unhealthy obsession with all things adorable, like the lolico—wait, wrong role. Let's begin again.
Yes, it was true:
Takano was attracted to the lonely, single businessman who'd come into his bar a few weeks before, wanting a drink and an impartial ear to listen to his tragic story. About how he worked for his father's company and was expected to marry the fiancée that his parents set up for him and yadda yadda yadda. He usually stopped completely listening after that because Ritsu would start drinking excessively and pass out not long after his third or fourth. Depended on how fast he was looking to get drunk.
But, woe is he, like all other terrible things that happened in his life—his parents' divorcing, getting fired from his first job, and his girlfriend of a year breaking up with him—pampered little Ritsu had no idea of his continually-growing attraction. It wasn't love, even he wasn't stupid to believe it was. It was just a very strong desire to fuck a guy who…for some reason, he hadn't bothered to seduce yet. Weird.
Normally, Masamune's style was like this: 1) Win someone over with a charming smile and his silver tongue, 2) Sleep with him or her, 3) Leave before he or she could wake up. He didn't fall in love. It wasn't his thing. But fucking was his thing. And he wanted to fuck Ritsu Onodera very, very badly. And that's all it was.
Or, at least, that was what his head said. Both of them.
"…an'…an' they dun even 'ppreciate what I do!" Oh, now Ritsu was rambling again. When did he get that second whiskey? Usually Masamune would just send him off on his merry drunk way towards a taxi after relating the guy's address to the driver—that he swore he only found in Onodera's wallet because it had fallen out of his pocket one night—with no problem.
But he was really horny tonight and hadn't had a good fuck since he met this guy, so what the hell?
Leaning over the countertop, ignoring that small puddle of whiskey that had somehow fallen out of Ritsu's glass during his rant, Masamune grabbed onto Onodera's chin and kissed him harshly, forcing his tongue into the other's mouth.
Oh god, he tastes so fucking delicious…like sugar, but not as sweet.
With a soft moan, Ritsu's arms went up around his neck and reciprocated the kiss, nearly lying on top of the countertop, his hips jerking forward in search of some friction. Masamune thought it was one of the hottest things he'd ever seen. The other's tongue probed his, winding sloppily and inexperienced, but his eagerness and hot, panting breaths were something else to be recognized. With a messy smile against his lips, Ritsu removed a hand to palm at Masamune's growing cock. He groaned into the other's mouth, and the suddenness of it somehow jolted Masamune out of his lust-filled haze, making him wonder what the hell was he thinking, taking advantage of a drunk guy like this?!
…when did he worry about that?
He pulled back quickly, as if he'd been stung, and Ritsu let out a little whine, and it took nearly all of the self-control over his throbbing dick to not continue where they had left off—but somewhere more private, like the alley out back, or maybe his apartment.
"I really like you, Takano-san." Ritsu's eyes were a shimmery green but a bit too sober for how much he'd drunken. "I really do."
He…likes me? What is this, a middle-school confession? His chest jumped anyways, and he pressed an idle palm there.
But Ritsu only shrugged, and smiled, and started stumbling out of the bar, his steps clumsy and heavy. Right before he stepped out, though, he looked back and gave another smile, all hazy eyes and loose lips and wavering appearance. "I hope you'll tell me soon, too!"
And he left, leaving Masamune standing there, dumbfounded, his thoughts a horrible tangle of wires but his heart completely calm, like he knew exactly how he'd felt about Ritsu Onodera this whole time.
A/N: Oh man, this one was nice. I liked it.
-ChemicallyEnhanced