❦growing❦ COMPLETED

its wrong but its right

"Go to bed, you weird children!"
Ki said, almost sounding demanding if you' da missed that playful tinge.

"Eat your fried rice, Asian man."
Kaya remarked, throwing some of his cold rice at him after their series of drinks. Funny enough, she wasn't that drunk. Ki, Thomas, Dylan, Rosa, and Alby were exclusively trashed though. They'd drunk so much and were so glad for ava's alcoholic tendencies because they barely made a dent in her stash.

"Dylan!"
Rosa obnoxiously screamed his ear, just to get a screech in return. Dylan was calm, and just hazily staring at a wall-before rosa could come on in and fragment his eardrums.
"Give me a ride!"

"I can barely see, but okay."
He slurred, not reaching any of the bull shit they were pulling, and stumbled over to her. He did look... Indolent. A bit feeble, and definitely 100% drunk.
"Just let me ride you."
Everyone totally translated wrong, letting out a loud crack of immature "oooh's" and "aye's"

There was a flash of brown, and suddenly Kaya was plunging over to pick up rosa, patting Dylan's shoulder with a defensive look in her eye.
"You know I'd never dream."
The male brunette got nearer to her face, and she smelt a potent whiff of the whiskey and fireball he'd chugged down. "Oh, I know. You're too gay to perceive my boobs half the time. But... You're drunk."

Dylan shrugged, ready to go and sit in his comfortable dent next to Thomas who'd sobered up the most, before he heard Kaya sigh, giving a quick kiss to Thomas's cheek.
"Kay, love you, bro. Take your bunkmate with you, we have night duty tomorrow."

Dylan nodded, not actually listening, just giving her cheek a kiss as well, slumping into his seat before.

He was wasted.

_

Thomas ended up taking Dylan to the room, for the time being, neglecting the one-bed rule. One bed until the added bunkmate is there for at least three days.

A dumb rule, but it kept things okay.

He didn't feel like sleeping in the same bed with a drunken sweaty Dylan, so he groaned. His groan sounded sad, very moody.

He did get a bit hesitant when Dylan mumbled: "You can take the bed."

He saw how Dylan pressed a hand to his forehead and eye, Thomas practically perceiving the pain.
"You can take it till we get another bed."

But... Of course. No. That didn't happen, and alternatively what happened... Was Dylan waking up to Thomas preparing himself some instant tea? The acute head pain he had was enough for him to roll off the couch, his whole body fluctuating in pain as he let out a loud groan.

The digital clock read 2:45 and Thomas laughed at Dylan's actions, with his trademark fond smile.

"Did I wake you?"

"Why are you even up?"
He groaned, clutching his head, getting up to walk over to Thomas.

".... Wasn't ready to sleep."

He saw Dylan struggling to keep his eyes opened, and turned off the kitchens lights, leaving on the stove and cabinet lights.

"Thanks..."

"No problem. Gonna go back to bed?"

Dylan shrugged, looking at his sleeping dog. He did smile at Thomas's figure, the blanket swaddled around him. Shielding him from the cold compound.

"... I've been thinking about Kaya and Rosa."

"...and?"
Dylan prompted him to go farther, leaning on the counter next to Thomas.
"They make me feel hella single."
Dylan could hear the traces of the affect whiskey had taken on Thomas. He was sober enough to act humanely though.

"They're really cute. And its also criminal the cute guys are straight here."

"Yeah, it really sucks."
Dylan stretched, seeing Thomas smile at him, with the yellowish lights reflecting on the blondes pale skin

"At least they're happy, with their perfect little apocalyptic families."

"Don't we have one?"

Thomas pointed to himself, next Dylan, then the dog, and lastly the bunk, leaning onto Dylan a sparse bit more.

"I guess... I guess we do. It is cute."

He nodded his head, leaning on Thomas.
"Yeah?"

"Mhm."

Thomas turned to face Dylan, setting his cup of tea on the island behind Dylan, feeling like what he was about to do was wrong.
"I don't feel so single with you, Dylan"

And he gave him a hug. A wrong but right hug, and it was tight. It held a lot of thank you's and too much of his happiness to count. Because... Dylan had wrapped his arm around Thomas's back, with just as much pull. Not enough force.

"Great. I don't either."

Dylan let out a low chuckle, leaning his head on Thomas's shoulder.
"Since I'm not totally sober, does that count as an excuse if I get handsy?"

"Not if you ask, Dylan."

"Awe, okay."
_

They held each other like it was their last days on earth, and no air was stuck between their bodies. They were mangled so tightly together, it almost hurt. Almost. Thomas felt like he was towering higher than any mountain or bird, and Dylan felt maybe higher, though they were established on the ground and glued to the bunks counter.

Times like this did they again forget about everything but each other. Only commemorating the things they've been through together, before college. Before middle school. Before elementary. Before They even got chances to be their own, they were together. And they were each other's. Only these not so sudden reminiscences were important, nothing more. The throbbing in Dylan's head didn't matter, and it didn't matter Thomas was sobering up. This was genuine, and not just some drunk thing they'd ignore. They didn't want to ignore this but instead, have it.  Hold it. Instead, maybe make this hug just larger than a hug.

It felt like time was frozen, only for them. They observed the air go still as Dylan stretched back to look Thomas in the face. They felt the shivers flow up to their back, and heard everything go soundless. Just for this significance. Just enough for Thomas to shift his head up, and give Dylan a promise. A promise within his lips, one that was unspoken but already made.

It was wrong, but how could it be when it felt so god damn right?

Who cares if they'd been apart for a year? The years they were together, half the time they fantasized about each other, and it is not like it mattered now because they had it

now.

And at this moment.
Maybe it'd faded, but within these four days, it was back

Back, and effective than ever in this moment. The requirement for each other's lips, that is. The requirement for each other.

The promise still stood. The promise of keeping each other, okay, and it didn't move as Thomas dropped the blanket from his hands to cradle Dylans face

No messages to express how airy and relief free they felt. nothing could replicate this, other than their lips pressed together, with heavenly effects, so that's what they kept doing. Thomas and Dylan indulging in this feeling, not caring that it was 3:00 in the morning. Not caring that the others would ask about them. Not at all caring that this could end up wrong.

"What do I even say?"
Dylan hummed upon his lips, feeling the velocity quicken.
"Nothing."
Thomas lamented into his mouth, fumbling over his own breath as a hand fell to Dylan's side.

There was nothing regretful about this kiss, and in fact, it held everything they've wanted for the past twenty-four years. Everything they forgot they craved, but everything they needed.

"Just..."
He couldn't finish, because his mind was diverted to Thomas's lips. Delicate, wanton, and so addicting.

But Thomas did pull back at the sound of the cut-off sentence, permitting a hum of curiosity.
"Thank you, Thomas. Please don't regret that tomorrow morning."

Thomas smiled and pulled him to his chest again

"I won't."