PeteWay | A drunken night

PeteWay oneshot - A drunken night 🔞

What happened in a drunken night stays in a drunken night.

At the bar, there sits a tall slim figure under the dim light. He sits there while everyone in the bar moves on, and the liquor in his glass is refilled nonstop. But he stays still and quiet like a statue. He'd never let himself get drunk once for 10 years dreading those foul secrets in his mind might be spoiled out by the alcohol. But tonight, everything is over. He wonders if he should see this as a release.

So, Way's an Enigma with a special ability of hypnotism, who's blessed with so many superiors in his body and senses, but maybe not his heart. 10 years ago, he was assigned by his Pa a dirty mission which was to seduce Pa's runaway child - Babe, an alpha with a special ability - so that Pa could own him again. But Way, as pretending to be Babe's best friend, fell in love with Babe, so he wanted to convince Babe to love him naturally instead of following Pa's commands. But today, Babe found out everything. He punched Way brutally for lying to him for 10 years and swore never to see Way again.

No matter what cocktail Way ordered, it all tasted the same. No sweetness just sour and bitter, like the aftertaste of spoiled citrus. But he could tell space and time started to seem messier. A person who has always kept things around him under control now is losing all of it.

So this is what's called "drunk"?

All of a sudden, a man approached. He has a familiar look with a blue vest and neat hair, which is a little bit unmatched in this place. Way just met him a few days ago, though, Pete, the new sponsor of his racing team, might be the least person he expects to see right now.

"What's a coincidence! Would you mind if I sat here with you?"

Way couldn't turn it down. Pete is an important person to his racing team, although he's not sure if he still can go back there. But Way was too drunk to present any polite consent. He just nodded his head tenderly, and Pete spared no time to sit down next to him.

"Don't worry, I'm not the workaholic freak who talks about business at a place like this. Let's keep it casual."

Way couldn't remember what their conversation was about because it didn't take much time until his head started to be so buzzing that his body seemed to lose its own balance. So Pete, as a certain thing, insisted on talking him home. Way's mannerly refusal was pointless since he hardly walked without tripping.

Actually, Way has always felt like there was something about the way Pete looked at him since the first time they met at the restaurant with Alan. However, tonight, he doesn't give a shit about that. Even if he dies today, who cares? Way even had a crazy idea when the Vice President gave him a fiery gaze again when they were walking through a narrow alley on the way to the parking lot, where there's nobody else but them. Babe always looks to sex to resolve his emotions. What if Way tries that too?

So, as soon as Way paid the other person with a desire look, he pushed Pete against the wall, locked their eyes for 3 seconds to clarify his purpose, and finally touched Pete in the lips. Pete was surprised a little bit, but quickly returned this favor as expected. It was a lip-only kiss, but just when Way wanted to stop, Pete used his hand which had already held Way's body to pull Way even closer, and with the other hand, he grabbed Way's face sparing no way to escape. And he starts to use his tongue to attack his partner. At that moment, Way felt like an electronic shock. Pete's kiss is harsh, he likely has all the lead. His big warm tongue successfully invaded Way's mouth, turning their touching lips into a French kiss. Way was so astounded since his mouth is occupied and his tongue is forced to respond. He hardly breathes properly, and his weak body melts down even worse. Way's like an inch taller than Pete, but now he totally leans on Pete's strong arms. This feeling of being dominated is something Way has never thought of. He has always hated it when things get out of his control. But the feeling he has right now is not so bad. The taste of martini that Pete drank, the taste of his mouth, the heat and Way's passive circumstance, Way feels like he almost immersed himself in all of these. After a while, the intense kiss seemed to take away all of Way's strength and oxygen. Pete only lets him go when there's almost no air left for him. Way breathed so hard, his face is a mess, and then he collapsed in Pete's arms.