What started with a random number (BXB) (GAY)

Jeopardization

No one in their right mind would interrupt two men making out in the corner. 

Which was why Red had made the bold decision to kiss Emory like he truly meant it, drowning out the background noise as his right hand held his chin up, left hand finding the small of his back as he slid it down. 

Emory's first instinct was to push Red away, hand immediately shooting up to dig into his shoulder blade, but his body betrayed him as he let it fall. 

His hands went up, unsure where to place them as the kiss progressed. They just hovered in the air briefly before he grasped Red's arm, heat rising up the back of his neck and expanding to his face. 

It was confident and well-measured, Red knowing exactly how rough to go, knowing exactly where to put his hands. Sliding further down Emory's back, his hand slipped under the fabric of his blazer, raking up his dress shirt as he pushed Emory farther into the wall, bodies pressed up against each other in close proximity. 

Emory's lips were forced farther apart as Red deepened the kiss, hand still trailing against his back. The faint taste of wine on his tongue as he seemingly got lost in the moment, Emory admittedly committing the same act. 

As Red finally pulled back, Emory felt a very submerged pang of disappointment at the loss of contact, although he quickly dismissed the feeling as not being romantically active for too long, earning more sensitivity and horniness.

He didn't remove his hand from beneath the blazer, just paused its motion as he leaned his head back, giving Emory a once-over before grinning slightly, eyes falling on his still-parted lips for a second too long. "You sure seemed to enjoy that," He mocked, holding eye contact as Emory scoffed and broke it, a bright red creeping up his face. 

"The farthest from that, actually," He muttered in response, dropping the hand that had been gripping Red's arm. 

Red cocked his head to the side, gently pulling Emory's face back to a forward position, gazing into his eyes as he waited a few moments to speak. "Yet you didn't push me away." 

"And ruin the mission? I'd kiss you if it meant staying alive," Emory lied through his teeth, struggling to make up proper excuses as his mind was still scrambled, the taste of the kiss lingering in his mouth. 

"Oh yeah? That's all you think it was, hm? Just to save the mission?" 

"What else would it be for?" Emory scoffed, rolling his eyes as he finally brought himself to push Red back slightly, who complied easily, drawing his hand from Emory's back as he took a small step away. 

Deep down, he knew the true meaning behind it, but he refused to think about that. He couldn't bring himself to like Red, but he couldn't bring himself to hate him either. 

"Right, well, luckily, we diverted the guard's attention. Don't pull some stupid bullshit like that again, you understand?" 

"Whatever you say, Ford," Emory spat, the fake alias bitter on his tongue with an undertone of obvious mockery. 

"Good," Red exhaled, guiding Emory away from the wall as he pulled him by his bicep, a little more forcefully than needed, only dropping his hand once Emory had fallen into step beside him. Quickly after, Emory felt the warming touch drop to his waist, tugging him into Red's. "Now, it'd be best to get out of here as soon as possible, considering you have no idea how to behave in nice settings."

"I know how to behave. I'd just rather not," Emory shrugged, making the mistake of glancing up to catch Red's reaction. He hadn't expected a good one, but he hadn't expected to fully piss him off either. Red's expression, however, conveyed a rather stern expression.