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"i'm easily swayed." clyde groaned embarrassedly, burying his face in his knuckles. token sighed, taking a sip of the vodka in his red solo cup. "what the fuck does that mean?" the darkly-skinned boy asked clyde questionably, raising a brow. "one cup of alcohol and i'll be drunk." the boy grunted, a sneer on his face at token's obliviousness. "i've literally never heard anyone use that term, so don't look at me like that." token slyly shrugged his shoulders in the process of his speech.
clyde stuck his tongue out at his best-friend playfully, before snatching the red solo cup out of his hands. token let out a surprised hitch of breath and glared side-ways at the male. "clyde, what happened to two seconds ago?" the darkly-skinned male rumbled, his voice made of perplexity. "i can't let you have all the fun, token." he purred, swaying the plastic cup in his hand. "besides, my brain told me to just say; "fuck it." y'know, token?" clyde smiled. "dude, wait-" the rich boy reached to stop his friend but it was too late, the brunette had already chugged the vodka and was currently licking his lips.
token growled, hitting the red solo cup out of his best-friend's hands. "clyde!" he boomed, clenching his fists. "relax, i feel fine! see, i told you it wasn't that big of a deal, token!"
***
"ergh, token i love you!" clyde spoke in a drunken accent, his brown irises twinkling as he gazed at the rich boy. "ugh, would you stop that already?" token seethed, his pupils fixated on the path forth as he dragged clyde alongside him. "your giving me false hope." he added in a lower tone, clenching his jaw tightly.
clyde and token stepped up the steps to token's household, both completely exhausted from the night. clyde looped his arm with token's, smiling widely. "are we married yet? is this our new house, token donovan?" he purred. the darkly-skinned boy felt his face heat with immense warmth, donovan? "my names token black, idiot." the rich boy chuckled as he opened his unlocked door and led clyde upstairs, then into his bedroom. "go to sleep, you'll feel better in the morning." token told him, a smile creeping onto his lips. clyde laughed. "anything for you, tokes!" he purred and slipped into the bed. token rolled his eyes and tucked him in, staring down at him. "i'll go sleep on the couch." token told him, and turned around. clyde grabbed a fistful of the back of token's suit and shook his head. "you aren't going anywhere, sleep with me or i won't go to sleep." the drunken boy demanded. token's eyes widened with shock, this wouldn't be taking advantage of him at his weak spot, right?
"let me get changed first." token sighed, crouching down in-front of his dresser and rummaging through it. he quickly slipped out of the room, and inhaled deeply. "shit, shit, shit!"
***
token awoke to an abrupt, startled yelp on the left side of him, and glanced over with dark, bleary irises. "ugh, wh-" the rich boy shot up with immediate realization, eyes widening. "clyde i'm so sorry, you said you wouldn't sleep last night if i didn't sleep with you! i promise we didn't do anything" token sighed. clyde breathed out a sigh of relief. "sorry about what i did last night, that was uncool of me, knowing the consequences n' stuff." the brunette murmured awkwardly; "did i say anything stupid last night?"
token chuckled. "you kept saying you loved me." the darkly-skinned boy smirked. clyde glanced away. "token." the rich boy perked up. "yes?" he responded, furrowing his brows. clyde took in a breath, sitting up. "that's because i do.." token took a moment to take in the words, but he soon understood and slid out of the bed, running his palms along his wrinkled pajama's. "t-token?" clyde stuttered nervously, did the rich boy hate him now? was he disgusted?
"come here." token spoke softly, his pupils appearing dilated. clyde slid out of the bed, the undersides of his feet meeting token's cool, bedroom floor. "look, i'm sorr-" he felt palms cup his cheeks, and token's gaze lovingly directed towards his. "i'm so glad you feel that way." he breathed, and their lips suddenly met passionately. clyde gasped, but he returned the gesture, eyes fluttering closed. his hand snakes along token's back, who held him in a tight embrace. token parted, panting under his breath. "clyde, i love you." token spoke genuinely, happiness twinkling in his dark brown irises. "i love you too, but i think my hangover is kicking in." clyde seethed, sickness swishing around in his stomach. "take me to the bathroom!" the brunette demanded playfully.
bridal style, token took clyde in his arms. "of course, my prince."
