Sapphire's Shorts | 2022/2023

I Can't Drink or Think Straight! [Stilucky]

I'm so gay, I can't even drink straight.

Stiles got a rainbow mug from a sex shop with that phrase and proudly drank from it.

"I'm soo gay, so gay, so gaaaaaay. I'm so gay, what can I say!"

His friends laughed and just shook their heads at him.

He shot each of them a smile. "What? You all know it's truuuuuuuue!" His phone rang and he checked to see who it was. He was a bit tipsy as he answered. "My boo!"

"You're drunk, babe."

"Uh huh. B-But. *hic* Guess...Guess what?" he said with a giggle.

"What?" the other man asked, his tone giving away fondness.

"I'm gay. Shhhh."

"I would hope so, love. You're engaged to me after all."

Stiles gasped. "My boo is my fiancé!!" he crowed. "I gotted a mug boo! It says, I'm so gay I can't *hic* even drink *hic* straight!" Stiles giggled and his fiancé sighed.

"Where are you?"

"Guess?" Stiles demanded. He didn't notice one of his friends texting his fiancé the address.

"I'm on my way."

Stiles pouted. "You didn't guess."

"I'm sorry, love. I'll make it up to you."

"Yeah?" Stiles breathed with a soft moan. "How?"

"You'll have to wait and see. It's a surprise."

"A surprise?! All for me?"

"All for you, sweetheart."

Stiles giggled and a dopey smile formed on his face. "You're the best, Bucky."

"Thank you, love."

"Like the very *hic* bestest ever in the whole entire *hic* wide entire world. Wait! The entire galaxy!"

"I don't know about that, love."

Stiles smiled. "You are. Remember I'm *hic* stubborn. So, you just have to deal with it. You won't change my mind."

"Well, I love you anyway."

"Yeah? You sure?"

"I'm sure."

"Sure about...?"

"I love you, you idiot."

"Hey! I'm super *hic* smart!"

"You are, love, just a bit drunk huh?"

"Mmmmaaaaybeeee? Are you mad?"

"No. You're adorable."

"Well, you're the best, pretty, cute, gorgeous and you're all miiiiiiine!" Stiles crooned.

"Yes. All yours, handsome." Bucky was smiling as he took the elevator to the top floor and made his way to the apartment.

Stiles's friend opened the door when Stiles's fiancé knocked, and in walked the one and only James "Bucky" Barnes. He couldn't help chuckling when Stiles continued talking to the phone while looking at him with a dopey grin on his face. Bucky supposed they would not be going out for their anniversary after all, but he didn't mind a bit. They could celebrate at home, in pajamas, with takeout and a movie just as easily. He knew exactly which movie too.

"Come on you."

Stiles grinned. "Hi. Oh! Wanna a drink?" he asked, offering his mug.

Bucky chuckled and shook his head. "Not now. One of us needs to be sober for the drive home."

"'M sorry," Stiles mumbled, rubbing his cheek against his fiancé's chest. "Bad Stiles."

"No. It's all right, love. Come on. Let's go home."

Stiles looked up at him and pouted. "You can have a drink to make up for it?"

Bucky paused at the elevator and glanced at Stiles. "Hmm. How about a kiss instead?"

"A kiss?!" Stiles exclaimed with a gasp. "Yes, please but wait, I have alcohol breath."

Not caring about such a thing, Bucky leaned down to kiss Stiles with a soft nip to the other man's bottom lip and then tugged it. When he pulled back, Bucky was satisfied with the wide eyes of his fiancé and how he already looked so perfectly ruined. Perhaps he would add some smexytimes—Oh goodness Stiles was rubbing off on him—to the agenda for tonight once Stiles had sobered up more.

The elevator dinged and the two men got on. Stiles leaned closer and kissed Bucky's cheek. "Thank you for coming *hic* to get me and for *hic* loving me."

"Always, love," Bucky said softly, loving this softer and sweeter side of Stiles though he did prefer it when Stiles was that way from being sleepy rather than drunk, but Bucky loved every part of Stiles and wouldn't change him for the world. That was what it meant to love someone after all.