The night had worn on, and the once-crowded club began to empty as groups of friends slowly trickled out, one by one. Fourth’s laughter had softened, the wild energy from earlier replaced by the hazy effects of alcohol. His friends, including Satang, had already said their goodbyes, leaving Fourth with Gemini, who had been patiently waiting for the night to wind down.
Gemini wrapped a supportive arm around Fourth’s waist, guiding him toward the exit. Fourth leaned into him, his body warm and pliant against Gemini’s. The cool night air hit them as they stepped outside, a refreshing contrast to the stuffy heat of the club.
Gemini led Fourth to his car, parked just down the street. As they walked, Fourth’s head lolled slightly against Gemini’s shoulder, and he let out a contented sigh. “You smell nice,” Fourth mumbled, his voice soft and a little slurred. “Like… home.”
A smile tugged at Gemini’s lips as he opened the passenger door, gently easing Fourth into the seat. He brushed a few stray strands of hair away from Fourth’s forehead, his touch lingering as he studied the face he loved so much. Even drunk, with his eyelids heavy and his speech slow, Fourth was beautiful—utterly captivating in a way that never failed to make Gemini’s heart race.
As Gemini buckled Fourth’s seatbelt, Fourth let out a small whine, the sound endearing in its petulance. “You’re late,” he complained, his eyes half-closed as he gazed up at Gemini. “I was waiting for you, you know.”
Gemini couldn’t help the smirk that curled his lips. “Were you now?” he teased, his tone gentle as he settled into the driver’s seat. He glanced over at Fourth, who was now pouting, his cheeks flushed from the alcohol. “You’re so cute when you’re like this, Fourth.”
Fourth huffed, crossing his arms as much as the seatbelt would allow. “I’m serious! You took too long, Gem. I missed you.”
Gemini’s smirk softened into a fond smile as he started the car and pulled out onto the quiet streets. “I’m sorry I made you wait,” he said, his voice low and sincere. His eyes flicked to Fourth, who had relaxed into the seat, his pout fading as he listened to the soothing timbre of Gemini’s voice. “I’ll make it up to you.”
As they drove through the city, the soft glow of the streetlights played over Fourth’s features, highlighting the delicate curve of his lips and the way his eyelashes fluttered as he fought to stay awake. Gemini couldn’t take his eyes off him for long, glancing over every few moments just to take in the sight of his boyfriend.
Fourth’s fingers curled around the edge of the seat, his body swaying slightly with the motion of the car. “You really do smell good,” he murmured again, his words trailing off into a contented hum. “Like… something warm. And safe.”
Gemini’s chest tightened with affection, the simple words stirring something deep within him. Fourth was always a mix of contradictions—bold yet vulnerable, strong yet soft. And in moments like these, when the bravado was stripped away, and all that was left was the raw, unguarded version of Fourth, Gemini felt his love for him swell to something almost overwhelming.
When they finally arrived at their house, Gemini parked the car and quickly moved to the passenger side to help Fourth out. Fourth, still groggy but cooperative, leaned heavily against Gemini as they made their way to the front door.
Inside, the familiar surroundings seemed to calm Fourth, and he let out a small sigh of relief as Gemini led him to the bedroom. Gemini eased Fourth onto the bed, kneeling to remove his shoes with care. As he worked, Fourth reached out, his fingers brushing against Gemini’s hair. “I’m glad you’re here,” he whispered, his voice laced with a drowsy honesty that made Gemini’s heart skip a beat.
Gemini looked up, his eyes locking onto Fourth’s. “Me too,” he replied softly, standing to help Fourth out of his jacket. He pulled the covers back, guiding Fourth beneath them before tucking him in with a gentleness that spoke of how much he cherished him.
As he prepared to turn off the light, Fourth caught his wrist, tugging him closer. “Stay,” he murmured, his eyes half-open, full of unspoken need.
Gemini leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Fourth’s forehead. “I’m not going anywhere,” he promised, his voice firm yet tender. He climbed into bed beside Fourth, pulling him close, the warmth of their bodies mingling under the covers.
As Fourth nestled into him, his breath evened out, his earlier complaints forgotten in the comfort of Gemini’s arms. Gemini watched him for a while, his mind replaying the night and the way Fourth had looked at him, whined for him, reached for him.
In moments like these, it was clear to Gemini that no matter how chaotic the world could get, being with Fourth was the one thing that always felt right—like home.
