The lost continent

Chapter 12

Bakugou has had three bottles by the time Kirishima has hardly finished one, because he’s not a fucking lightweight. Kirishima is leaning into him, cradling the rum he’s still nursing, with a dopey grin on his face as he cranes his neck to the sky. Bakugou throws away the pipe he’s smoking.

“I’ve never seen these before.” Kirishima says, looking up at the sky.

Bakugou can tell he’s trying hard not to slur his words. It’s cute. “What, the fuckin’ stars?”

“These constellations.” Kirishima says, pointing up. The sleeves of Bakugou’s shirt drape around his arm. He likes it when Kirishima wears his clothes- not that he has much of a choice. His hair is drying slowly, curling just slightly at the ends, now that it’s getting longer. The colour still shines through despite the dampness, and Bakugou wants to tug his fingers through before it dries, feeling the pull and tangle from the salt. Drinking always makes him horny. He hopes Kirishima won’t be too drunk to fuck, later.

Kirishima’s mumbling trails off, and he turns his gaze away from the sky and into the blazing fire before them. Bakugou snorts when Sero starts to sing, his voice warbled and off-key, cutting through the silence and crackle of the impressive fire before them.

Kirishima perks up next to him. “I know this song.”

“Really?” Bakugou says, resting his elbows on his knees. “You can tell what he’s tryin’ to sing?” He takes another swig from his bottle.

“Yes.” Kirishima says, smiling softly.

“How d’you know a commoners song?” Bakugou asks.

“I wasn’t totally cut off from the world.” Kirishima laughs. His eyes shine from the drink and his dumb go-lucky happiness. He starts humming, then, and Bakugou stares at him, amused as he starts to sing along- his voice is clear and steady, and suddenly Bakugou’s caught up in the moment, unable to look away as he sings about the young moon, the one spray, the bright drops and dark waves- it’s a love song, and when Kirishima’s eyes flicker to his own Bakugou feels it all so deeply in his soul it drags his heart down to his feet, and makes him take a long, long drink of rum.

If he wanted to, he could be singing about the sea. But for someone who was throwing up their stomach not too long ago, Bakugou knows the words are more fit for a human lover. Bakugou also knows it’s stupid. He knows the way he lets Kirishima stand close, interpret his maps, and read to him until he falls asleep is dangerous. He knows letting him press close to him as they share a bed is a bad fucking idea- getting close like this yielded pain . It created setbacks.

But when he sees Kirishima blush in the light of the fire as he finishes singing, the crew hollering and cheering for him to sing another, he’s willing to take the risk- something he’d never thought was going to happen- never thought he’d let happen,- when he pulled him from his safe little government ship. The choice makes him anxious, though he doesn’t want to admit it. He pushes the thoughts away for now. Drunk was probably the worst time to deal with those kinds of considerations.

Bakugou figures he’s drunk enough to compliment him. He fits his fingers into Kirishima’s damp hair and tugs, loving the way the young man leaning easily into his touch. “You’ve got a pretty voice.”

Kirishima grins, laughing a little. He hiccups before he speaks and Bakugou almost growls at how adorable he is, falling against him the way he does. “Captain, I think you’ve told me that before.”

Bakugou laughs, he doesn’t think it was him who said it, but he won’t refute the claim. “I’ll hear more of it tonight, then?”

“Mmm.” Kirishima nods, eyes low and suddenly lustful- he looks sultry and dazed, looking up at Bakugou’s face. Bakugou looks down at him, smirking. They’d have plenty of time alone when the crew spread out to do whatever they fuck they do when they’re drunk- whatever the fuck they had the sudden courage to, so Bakugou waits, for now. “Captain, what’s this?”