Mick's chuckling rumbled to a stopping place and his palms rested heavily on his chest. "Yeah, well, maybe now that Sadie's pimpin' ass got Old Ben working there I'll join you more often, but--"
He felt Ralph stiffen at his side and his stomach was suddenly drenched in a cold panic. The bed shifted as Ralph shot up and twisted to look at him. "You're gay?"
Mick scrubbed a hand over his face. He had successfully avoided this conversation for years, and all it took to undo his diligence was a little tequila. He was gonna murder Sadie if he ever saw her again, if he didn't die of embarrassment. After an agonizing moment that dragged on like an hour he forced himself to say, "Yeah. Look, it doesn't have to be a big d--"
He was effectively silenced by Ralph landing on him, taking his face in both his hands and kissing him hard, the bottle clinking onto the floor utterly forgotten. A warmth that had nothing to do with the tequila surged in Mick's chest and he wrapped his arms around the sudden weight pressing onto him, parting his lips to make way for the insistent tongue prodding at them, groaning hungrily in Ralph's mouth as their tongues brushed together.
It was one glorious, brainless moment of graceless hands and tongues and Ralph shifting so that his thigh nestled itself right between Mick's legs before Mick pulled back breathlessly. "Shit, wait," he panted, ignoring the little whine Ralph gave that was frustrated and needy and completely fucking hot. "Waitwaitwait. You're drunk."
"Am not. I am totally not drunk anymore."
Mick had to laugh. "You are."
"Okay fine I am but whatever, it's a good drunk. And you are too so I demand either a damn good explanation for why you stopped kissing me or that you rectify the situation immediately."
"The fact that you can still talk that coherently means I am doing something way wrong."
There was a responsible part of his brain that was jumping up and down like a spaz, waving its arms and hollering that if this was just a drunken hook-up then it's gonna destroy him, and that if Ralph regret it once they sober up then it's gonna destroy him harder, and that responsible part had a point. But Ralph was in his arms, already nosing at his jaw and threading fingers through his hair, sloppily kissing at his neck, his jaw, practically purring and pushing against him like they could get any closer, and he was so warm and smelled so good and that responsible brain asshole could just fuck right off. He cupped his hands around Ralph's ass and pushed up, flipping him onto his back and landing on top of him. Ralph gave a little chuff of surprise but grinned up at him, snaking his arms around Mick's neck and tugging him down. Mick met his parted lips without a shred of hesitation, heat lancing his belly in a way that was sick and fantastic. Ralph tasted like tequila and something he couldn't place, something him, something new and familiar all at the same time. He felt Ralph's hands sliding under his shirt, up his back and his arms couldn't hold him up anymore, and he landed against Ralph and just started kissing at his neck, relishing the groan he got when he sucked skin into his mouth.
Ralph chuckled breathlessly and panted, "You realize we could have been doing this for years, right? Years."
"I know, right? What is wrong with us?" Mick's words were muffled by skin, his breath hot and gusting up Ralph's throat and he felt the man under him shudder from it.
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Mick/Ralph -- Feel Strange And Unprotected [1b/1]
Date: 2011-11-09 09:02 am (UTC)He felt Ralph stiffen at his side and his stomach was suddenly drenched in a cold panic. The bed shifted as Ralph shot up and twisted to look at him. "You're gay?"
Mick scrubbed a hand over his face. He had successfully avoided this conversation for years, and all it took to undo his diligence was a little tequila. He was gonna murder Sadie if he ever saw her again, if he didn't die of embarrassment. After an agonizing moment that dragged on like an hour he forced himself to say, "Yeah. Look, it doesn't have to be a big d--"
He was effectively silenced by Ralph landing on him, taking his face in both his hands and kissing him hard, the bottle clinking onto the floor utterly forgotten. A warmth that had nothing to do with the tequila surged in Mick's chest and he wrapped his arms around the sudden weight pressing onto him, parting his lips to make way for the insistent tongue prodding at them, groaning hungrily in Ralph's mouth as their tongues brushed together.
It was one glorious, brainless moment of graceless hands and tongues and Ralph shifting so that his thigh nestled itself right between Mick's legs before Mick pulled back breathlessly. "Shit, wait," he panted, ignoring the little whine Ralph gave that was frustrated and needy and completely fucking hot. "Waitwaitwait. You're drunk."
"Am not. I am totally not drunk anymore."
Mick had to laugh. "You are."
"Okay fine I am but whatever, it's a good drunk. And you are too so I demand either a damn good explanation for why you stopped kissing me or that you rectify the situation immediately."
"The fact that you can still talk that coherently means I am doing something way wrong."
There was a responsible part of his brain that was jumping up and down like a spaz, waving its arms and hollering that if this was just a drunken hook-up then it's gonna destroy him, and that if Ralph regret it once they sober up then it's gonna destroy him harder, and that responsible part had a point. But Ralph was in his arms, already nosing at his jaw and threading fingers through his hair, sloppily kissing at his neck, his jaw, practically purring and pushing against him like they could get any closer, and he was so warm and smelled so good and that responsible brain asshole could just fuck right off. He cupped his hands around Ralph's ass and pushed up, flipping him onto his back and landing on top of him. Ralph gave a little chuff of surprise but grinned up at him, snaking his arms around Mick's neck and tugging him down. Mick met his parted lips without a shred of hesitation, heat lancing his belly in a way that was sick and fantastic. Ralph tasted like tequila and something he couldn't place, something him, something new and familiar all at the same time. He felt Ralph's hands sliding under his shirt, up his back and his arms couldn't hold him up anymore, and he landed against Ralph and just started kissing at his neck, relishing the groan he got when he sucked skin into his mouth.
Ralph chuckled breathlessly and panted, "You realize we could have been doing this for years, right? Years."
"I know, right? What is wrong with us?" Mick's words were muffled by skin, his breath hot and gusting up Ralph's throat and he felt the man under him shudder from it.