Someone To Lean On

Open Heart, Close Your Eyes

Lovino narrows his eyes at his brother, who was squirming for the past five minutes, avoiding his scrutinizing gaze. It ticks him off.

"Well?" he asks, startling his unusually quiet brother. Feliciano stutters a response, then realizes he isn't making any sense at all and just settles for a shaky smile. Lovino only quirks an eyebrow, and the younger sighs in defeat.

"Well... I was invited?" he offers. He only got a flat stare in return. "I was invited by Ludwig. Tonight, at a club—"

"Feli," Lovino interrupts. "Why—in all places we have in this city, in this country—are you going in a goddamn club? And with that potato sucker too!"

Feliciano actually rolls his eyes at his brother, crossing his arms and pouting. The older brother takes none of this "rebellion" attitude, "Whatever, you're still going whatever the fuck I say anyway. I'm going with you."

"What? But Lovi!" he protests, but Lovino holds a look that there'd be no place for protests in the conversation. He groans and pouts a little more, "Fine."

And that's how he ends up in this too hot and too crowded establishment, and he's honestly blaming Ludwig for the torture he is currently suffering. It's all on him, because as soon as they stepped into the building, Feliciano was already passing through the crowd to search for the German, which leaves Lovino no choice but to go to the bar. As he settles in his seat, he looks around, attempting to find his stupid brother in the sea of people, or maybe that blond bastard so he could keep an eye on them, doing a poor job at it.

Maybe later, he thought as he calls the bartender for a liquor to drink since he's in the club anyway. The bartender slides a shot of something in his way, and he drinks it as soon as he got it. He dislikes it here. He dislikes the mingling scent of alcohol, he dislikes the flashing lights, he dislikes the drunk people, and yet just because of his brother's so called friend invited him, here he is. And since he just wants to at least keep an eye on them as a big brother, they disappeared. But Feliciano's not a kid anymore, his brain protests and he knows it very well.

He orders another drink.

Well, clearly he's now regretting the decision of ever coming here with his brother and letting him go to this stupid club with the guy. Fucking hell, this is all his fault—he brought this unto him and now it's biting him in the ass. He guesses he'll have a bad time here: alone with a few alcoholic drinks staying by his side, in no mood to flirt with any other people in the room.

At least, that's what he thought when he was still sober.

You see, every people is turned to something completely different when drunk, and one of them is Lovino. He'd already forgotten how many alcoholic drinks he had drank but he doesn't care anymore. He stands up from his place in the bar, suddenly having the urge to move his body and with just sitting in that lonely place from before? It wouldn't do, so here he is, inserting himself through the crowd, dancing from one person to another.

The faces are all blurred, his vision is blurred and it's probably due to the alcohol in his system but he couldn't be too sure, his head is buzzing and his chest is filled with excitement, and suddenly he feels so very light and the world turns and he's falling. And then he's not. His drunken mind wonders why hasn't he touched the floor yet, and looks up and wills his vision to focus on the figure holding him.

At first, he sees dark green. And then it becomes bright, and then it's just a mix of all greens—or maybe it's just because of the alcohol fucking up his mind again. A lopsided grin appears on his face, hands snaking their way to curl themselves around the guy's neck, pulls himself up just slightly and whispers, "Hello there, handsome."

He couldn't be too sure if the guy's cheeks suddenly becomes red. However, he doesn't point it out, doesn't comment on it, and just asks if he wants to dance with him. The guy agrees and pulls Lovino upright again, a laugh bubbling out of him without him knowing, and they're dancing. Individually, they danced, until later they are slowly coming together, hands clasped and bodies flushed against each other and it's just too close and too hot but they both don't mind it at all. It isn't anything too erotic, but it isn't anything too innocent either.

"I like your eyes," the guy says. "They're beautiful and unique, you know? Never seen anything like that before."

"Yeah? You sure?" Lovino is actually surprised that he didn't slur his words, giggling to himself. "I like your eyes too, they're pretty and so green."

And they spend maybe more than a minute gazing into each other's eyes, lost but also not, there in the middle of the dance floor, swaying to the music the DJ had put for the people to enjoy. It's nice, they decide, that amongst the crowd they found each other, like they're magnets drawn to each other. Lovino finds himself not regretting this moment, finds himself looking up at this slightly tall guy and just admires him, finds himself that okay, maybe he doesn't want this to end, finds himself wondering how would it feel if he kisses him right now.

"Antonio."

Lovino almost jumped when the guy spoke, fixing a glare in his way that morphed into a confused stare. The guy chuckles and tells him, "It's my name. Antonio."

He just dumbly stares at the guy, Antonio, who looks amused more than anything else. Then he smirks, his features softening, and says, "Antonio, huh. I like it." and for a moment he hesitates, but once again he finds himself speaking, "Lovino's my name."

Then there's no gap between them anymore, two strangers kissing in the dance floor, and both of them doesn't regret a thing.

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okay, guys. please hear me out. i tried something new. it didn't work. so this is very bad. and i don't like it. i've used too much "then" and "and", i'm sorry. also i haven't gone to a club, so it's inaccurate. maybe. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

anyway the title's from kissing strangers by DNCE lol