//countryhuman stories\\

DenEst (vball au) 10

Yeah, Den had a lot of problems. He was experiencing an awful sexual dry-spell-- he had claimed he was just 'on break' from his fuck-boy life, but the truth was that he couldn't find it in himself to get excited enough to fuck anyone. Hell, it was hard to even masturbate at this point. He had lost one of his best friends, Pip was being secretive, and he was way off his game on the court.

So what did he do to remedy those issues?

Had alcohol of course!!!

So there he was, drunk at some party, wandering around the house in the dark as he looked for an open window or something where he could get fresh air.

Outside, on the balcony, the party music blared.

Esti was stationed there, smoking on the balcony as the cold, bitter wind bit at her pale face.

She didn't look back when someone opened up the door, unflinching when a hand flicked the cigarette from her fingers. Instead, she sighed, dropping her head as she leaned against the frozen metal railing.

"Den," she greeted. Her head was still filled with the intoxication of the hard vodka she had drank. "...What are you doing here?"

"What're you doing here?" he shot back, then groaning and bending over the railing, hanging his upper half over the banister. "I think I'm gonna puke."

After he didn't puke, he just hung over the railing for several seconds before he spoke. "Esti."

"Hm?"

"Let's fuck."

Esti moved her glance to him, moving her fingers up to his lips before forgetting she didn't have her cigarette anymore, dropping it a moment later.

"You have so many other girls to pick from and yet you try to ruin me again?" she looked back out at the landscape, lights in empty austere offices slowly flicking off, one by one every few minutes. "Are you trying to get back at me or something?"

Den straightened and got closer to her so he could pin her against the railing, going from sleepy drunk to almost-pissed off very quick. "Esti, listen to me. I never tried to fucking 'ruin you.' That was never my intention. I like fucking you, I haven't fucked anyone in forever, and I'm a horny drunk. So."

"You couldn't ever love me," Esti's gaze focused on Den. "I can't... I... I don't want to hurt again, Den." she spoke shakily.

He didn't really seem to be paying attention, his eyes unfocused as he leaned his forehead against hers and gently ran his hands from her hips to her waist. "I miss you," he mumbled softly, sounding almost vulnerable for a change. "I want you, Esti. I miss you."

She opened her mouth and then shut it, moving her hands up to his neck and sighing.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Why did Den have to say shit like that? She fucking hated him for knowing just the right words to use.

"D-- Den... n-no," she said weakly, her lips barely centimetres away from his. It was obvious she wanted him back.

"Esti..." He closed the gap between them and kissed her softly, tilting his head as he pressed his body right up against hers and looped his arms around her waist. Pulling back after a few seconds, Den let her have the choice of continuing or not as he spoke, lips brushing against hers. "I've been thinking about you."

Esti could feel her heart quivering in her chest as heat rose to her cheeks, her soft palms moving up to the sides of his face, no longer bruised or sore. She coyly confessed, her words quiet and hesitant. "I... I've been thinking of you too."

Den was once again distracted, bringing one of his hands up to cover the one she had on his cheek, turning his head slightly and pressing his lips to her palms gently, using his own hand to hold hers against his face. "Your hands are healing," he muttered to himself, pleasantly surprised. "Good."

Esti moved her hands and wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her forehead against Den's and tilting her head slightly, her gaze lowering. "Yeah. I haven't played."

His small smile faded, and he looked into her eyes, whispering. "Why not...? You love volleyball, I know you do." Maybe if he was sober, he'd be able to realize he was to blame for that.

"Avoiding you." She muttered. "I think about you when I get on the court."

"...I'm sorry." It sounded genuine, at least. Den let go of his possessive hold on her, caressing her waist instead. "I don't want to be the reason you stop. Who's that guy?" He sort of swayed back and forth as he held her against him, almost like they were slow dancing. "He hugged and kissed you. I saw it."

She swayed in time with his rhythm. "Ukraine?"

"Who's he to you?" Den helpfully clarified what he meant, resting his head on top of hers. "Why did he hug you. Why did you let him kiss you. Why did you blush. Was he hitting on you? Do you like him?"

Wow, a lot of questions.

"Den," she hugged him tighter. "...he's my boyfriend, Den."

She didn't want to open up to him. She knew she was doing something really fucking stupid and dangerous.

Den was quiet for a while, processing. It just all seemed... too fast, in his opinion. "Why aren't you with him now?"

She sighed and tilted her head, moving to rest her cheek against his shoulder, hugging him tight. "Because I don't love him like that. I wanted to get over you and I can't, so I didn't want to be near him."

"Break up with him," he said— asked— softly as his hands ran over her body. "Don't force yourself to be with him if you don't love him."

For some reason, drunk Den felt very happy to know that she 'didn't love Ukraine like that'. He held her close, dipping his head to kiss the top of her ear, mumbling softly. "Let me show you how much I've missed you. I want you, Esti, I know you're hurt, but I don't want our friendship to be over. Let me fuck you."

It wasn't that Den was just horny and looking to fuck the closest girl. Right now he wanted Esti. Only Esti. It wouldn't feel the same with some random chick-- if Den could even get it up for some girl.

His hands slid down to rest on her ass as he nibbled on her ear, still swaying a little, soon moving his mouth to the side of her neck and teasing gentle hickeys onto her skin.

Esti let out a small, shaky breath, shifting slightly in his arms as she tipped her head to the side for him, the pretty pink flush on her face not once leaving.

She thought about it, about what he had said, and hesitantly agreed.

"Okay," she mumbled quietly. "Just for tonight."

Den frowned, not completely satisfied with her answer. But it was good enough. Moving away from her, he took hold of her wrist and tugged her off the balcony, inside the dark and empty bedroom.