BBS One-Shots

Drunk Kisses

     Inspired by a prompt from @nataytay407  (fid I tag you correctly? Sure hope I did), who asked for some H20Vanoss.

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     Sure, Evan went out to the bar on occasions, but he usually didn't spend a large amount of time if he did end up going. Usually it was just a quick drink with friends, or maybe about an hour of downing some alcohol to get his mind off of whatever would be stressing him out the most. He had never had to bring a drunk friend home, because he always left before someone could get drunk enough to actually need to go home. But tonight, that was not the case.

     Jonathan had invited him out earlier, around 8:00 or so, and they had actually gotten to the bar named 'Local Hospitality' around 8:30, because Jonathan had taken way too long doing his hair, and now Evan wished he hadn't agreed to come out with Jonathan, because he was drunk; let is be known that, while drunk, Jonathan flirted with anything that breathed.

     Now, don't get it wrong, Evan did like Jonathan, he liked him a lot, actually, but anyone would understand his apprehension at having one of their best friends, who they really did like, practically grinding against them in a bar at 10:17 at night, completely drunk; at this point, Evan was so ready to go home, but he wouldn't leave Jonathan alone.

     This group of girls had been eyeing Evan and Jonathan for a while, and when Evan cast them a glance for a moment, he knew for sure that leaving Jonathan alone would spell out doom, so he made the executive decision to take his closest friend home and he'd deal with the hangover when they got to that point.

     Evan carefully grabbed Jonathan's hand, his grip tight as they left the bar. Jonathan stumbled out behind him, a giddy look on his face and a dazzling smile that would, in some other situation, make Evan feel a squeeze in his chest. In this case, though, it made him annoyed because Jonathan would not sit still.

     "Jon, stop moving," Evan scolded. Jonathan just laughed, nuzzling into Evan's neck and continuing to shift around as they waited for their Uber to make an appearance. He moved around some more, before he whined, making Evan turn to look at him.

     Jonathan grabbed Evan's head and pulled him down the few inches to his level, slamming their lips together sloppily. Evan froze; he wanted to kiss him back, the desire to return the kiss was overwhelming, but Evan knew it was a bad idea. Jonathan was drunk, and he obviously wasn't thinking clearly, so Evan gently pushed Jonathan away and turned his head away. Jonathan whined again, pulling on Evan's sleeve; Evan turned very slightly, to see if Jonathan actually needed something, but when he saw lustful eyes and red lips, he turned away. Jonathan simply whined again, trying to get the asian man's attention, but he was ignored.

     A few minutes later, their Uber arrived and they slid into the back. Ten minutes passed and then Evan was trying to get a stumbling Jonathan up the steps to his apartment, since the elevator was currently down for maintenence, and he was basically dragging him up the stairs.

     When Evan managed to get the man up to the third floor, where his apartment was, Jonathan had started to literally rub himself against Evan. Evan unlocked his front door, pulling Jonathan in behind him. He closed the door behind them and locked it, being pulled away by Jonathan. He was drunkenly pushed against the wall, another wet kiss on his lips, and this time he could only taste the beer on his friend's tongue, and he couldn't do this with him right now because he's drunk.

     Once more, Evan pushed Jonathan off of him.

     "Jonathan, go the fuck to sleep," Evan groaned, pushing him towards his bedroom. Evan would just sleep on the couch.

     "No," Jonatha hummed. "I wanna kiss you again."

     "Well, I don't want you to kiss me," Evan uttered, although Jonathan still heard it. It was a lie, blatant, but it's not like Jonathan could tell.