J+C: DRABBLES

☆Alcohol☆

[ Jake and Carrington get drunk and end up having a drunk makeout and confess their feelings :O ]

cw: drinking(obv), heavy kisses/makeout/intimacy position!!
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Jake is walking downstairs, seeing Carrington struggling to open a bottle of booze. He started to giggle, "Need help with that?"

Carrington glanced up at Jake and rolled his eyes, "I can do it myself."He tried to twist the cap open again, but to no avail. The cap remained on, refusing to budge. Frustration etched on his face, he let out a sigh.

Jake giggles, as he walked over. Watching with an amused smile Carrington was trying to open it with his teeth.

Carrington looked at Jake with a determined expression on his face. "I said I could do it myself," he insisted, as he placed the bottle between his teeth and began to twist it. His face scrunched up in concentration as he applied pressure, his jaw working furiously.

"I'll take the other side," Jake leaned in and placed the other side of the bottle between his teeth.

Carrington was slightly surprised by Jake's offer, but he didn't object. With both of them working on the bottle, it started to loosen. Carrington's eyes widened as he realized they might actually succeed. He grunted as he continued to twist the bottle, his determination growing.

As the bottle continued to loosen, Carrington couldn't help but notice how close Jake was to him. He could feel the warmth of his breath on his face and see the slight blush on Jake's cheeks. It was distracting, and he found himself feeling a flutter in his stomach.

Jake pulled back, "That hurts my teeth, let me open it, it's almost off." He carefully pulled it back and screwed the lid off.

Carrington watched as Jake pulled away, rubbing his jaw slightly. He couldn't help but chuckle at Jake's comment about his teeth.

"Yeah, I guess it wasn't the smartest idea," he admitted, taking the now open bottle from Jake. He took a swig and sighed, feeling the burn of the alcohol as it went down his throat.

"Don't hog it all!" Jake exclaimed as he grabbed the bottle. Taking down a large swig of it. He scrunched his face when he felt the alcohol burn his throat.

Carrington smirked as Jake grabbed the bottle and took a big swig. "Hey, I was drinking that!" he protested, though there was a hint of amusement in his voice.

He watched as Jake grimaced at the taste of the alcohol, and couldn't help but chuckle.
Soon enough, both men are taking turns with the bottle in the kitchen. Finishing the entire bottle.

The kitchen was filled with the sound of laughter and the clinking of the empty bottle as Carrington and Jake continued to drink.

The alcohol was starting to take effect, and both men were feeling a little tipsy. Carrington leaned against the counter, a goofy grin on his face.

Jake giggles, "Why are you smiling so muuuch?" As he hiccuped, looking at Carrington.

Carrington giggled as well, his speech slightly slurred. "Because you're cute when you're drunk," he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Jake blushed a bit. He wrapped an arm around Carrington, giggling as he tried to stay steady on his feet. "We need more, grab a bottle from the- uhhh, like- the uhhhhhh fuck!! THE FRIDGE"

Carrington stumbled slightly as Jake wrapped an arm around him, but he didn't mind. In fact, he found it endearing. He chuckled at Jake's attempt to speak and nodded.

"Yeah, let's go grab another bottle from the fridge," he agreed, pulling away from the counter and stumbling towards the fridge.

Jake remained against the counter. Giggling as he watches Carrington grab the bottle. "Gimmie, gimmie!"