Rody had been lounging on the couch, half-watching the late-night TV shows he’d mindlessly scrolled through. He figured his roommate, Vincent, wouldn’t be back until much later. Vincent had gone out to a work event, and though he rarely got drunk, tonight might have been different. Rody expected him to come home looking slightly tired, maybe with a little less of his usual edge, but not much more than that.
The sound of keys jingling at the door caught his attention. Rody turned his head just as the front door creaked open, and in stumbled Vincent—but not the Vincent he knew. His normally sharp, composed friend looked like a completely different person.
Vincent’s hair, usually neatly styled, was messy, and his cheeks were flushed a bright pink. He had a half-smile on his face, his eyes half-lidded as he fumbled through the doorway.
"Vin?" Rody sat up, blinking in disbelief. "Are you… drunk?"
Vincent paused mid-step and stared at Rody, his expression going from blank to a bright, wide grin in a matter of seconds. "Roooody," he sang, voice soft and way too sweet. He swayed a little before stumbling toward the couch, his arms outstretched.
"Whoa, hey, careful," Rody said, getting up quickly to steady him. As he reached Vincent, the smaller man immediately wrapped his arms around Rody's waist, leaning heavily into him.
"Vincent!" Rody yelped, face heating up as Vincent pressed his cheek against his chest, nuzzling into the fabric of Rody’s shirt. "What the hell? You’re—clingy!"
Vincent hummed, squeezing him tighter as he buried his face further into Rody’s chest. "You smell nice," he mumbled, his voice muffled but somehow still affectionate. "So warm..."
Rody stood there awkwardly, his arms raised, unsure what to do. "Vin, you’re drunk. You need to go to bed." He tried to pull back, but Vincent only clung tighter, his grip surprisingly strong for someone who looked like they could barely stand.
"I don’t wanna," Vincent whined softly. His voice took on a pleading tone that Rody had never heard from him before. "Wanna stay with you…"
Rody sighed, running a hand through his disheveled auburn hair. "Alright, alright, but at least sit down. You're gonna fall over."
He gently guided Vincent back to the couch, trying to coax him to sit. But instead of sitting beside him, Vincent tugged on Rody’s hand, pulling him down onto the couch first.
Before Rody could even react, Vincent quickly crawled onto his lap, settling himself comfortably like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"Vincent!" Rody’s voice cracked, and his face turned bright red as Vincent curled up against him, resting his head on Rody’s shoulder. "What are you doing?"
"Mm... comfy," Vincent murmured sleepily, his eyes fluttering shut. He nuzzled into Rody’s neck, his breath warm against Rody’s skin. "You’re comfy."
Rody stiffened, his hands hovering awkwardly in the air. **What was he supposed to do with his hands?** He didn’t dare move, too flustered by the fact that his usually aloof roommate was now snuggled into his lap like a sleepy kitten.
"You—you're really affectionate when you’re drunk, huh?" Rody muttered, his heart pounding in his chest.
"Only with you," Vincent mumbled against his neck, his voice soft and full of affection.
Rody’s breath caught in his throat. "What? What does that even—"
Vincent lifted his head slightly, his half-lidded eyes locking onto Rody’s, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Because I like you," he whispered, his gaze warm and sleepy. "You make me feel all warm and fuzzy..."
