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↔Kiss↔

"I could be your first kiss?"

Gabe let the silence stretch for a minute before he forced a laugh, "you're drunk."

Archie looked at him as seriously as he could but his face was constantly stuck in a smirk. His eyebrows twitch up, "no I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

"That nap sobered me up—"

"Archie! You're drunk, because if you're sober then I'm just going to misunderstand, you're stra—" Archie cut him off by crawling across the bed and pressing his lips against Gabe's.

His lips were warm and he cupped Gabe's cheek with one hand, his hands were really big and calloused from playing guitar. Gabe's eyes that were widened from surprise fell shut as he leant into Archie's touch.

A hot tongue licked his lower lip, startling him. Another little lick and Gabe parted his lips, Archie snaked his tongue in. The alien feeling made him want to recoil, Archie was on his knees and his other hand stroked his hair, fingers brushing his forehead as he tilted his head back.

Gabe wrapped his arms around him and hesitantly pressed his tongue to Archie's. It didn't feel as weird as it had at the beginning, it was feeling pretty good. Archie's touch was gentle and Gabe was responding to the kiss like an idiot.

The kiss broke for a moment to suck in a breath, Archie nuzzled his face, going in for another kiss. "Archer," Gabe exhaled and easily gave into another kiss.

The rational side of him finally took control back and Gabe pulled away, "~and I think I'll go sleep in Percy's room." Sliding his legs off the bed and standing up.

Archie pulled him back on the bed, "Gabriel, don't leave."

Gabe bit his lower lip, he clicked his tongue, "whatever, it was just a kiss. Let's go to bed."

He got back in bed and laid down with his back towards Archie, not daring to look at him. Archie stayed where he was for a couple minutes before sighing and turning off the light. The bed shifted and he laid down on the opposite side and remained silent until he fell asleep.

Gabe reached up and touched his lips, they still tingled with the feeling of Archie's kiss. What the hell had he been thinking? The teenager pursed his lips and mentally slapped himself, it was just a kiss. It was all because Archie was drunk. There was no meaning behind it whatsoever.

They slept soundly, when Gabe woke up the next morning, well more like afternoon, Archie was burritoed in the duvet and left Gabe with the sheet.

Gabe turned and looked at him, his face peeked through a gap in the blanket. He smiled a little, his lips were parted a little and he snored quietly.

Sitting up and stretching, he yawned and got out of bed. He made some instant coffee with the cheap coffee maker on the desk.

A groan came from the cocoon of blankets and a hungover guitarist emerged with a serious case of bedhead. Gabe walked over and handed him the Styrofoam cup of coffee.

"You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen," Archie took the cup and slurped it with a sigh, squinting his eye at the light peaking through the curtains.

Gabe snickered, "do you need some Tylenol or something? I'm sure the front desk has some—"

"I'll be fine. Thanks for making me coffee, Gabriel."

Gabe shivered a little, Gabe didn't think he'd ever get used to the way Archie said his name. The shirt hung off his shoulder and Gabe constantly had to pull up the boxers to keep them from falling.