[ Having Abel so close after not having him for so long is heady, drunk on it just as much as he is the booze, and he practically melts into the way he kisses him, sweet and endearing and impossibly good. The bit of guilt that flares up beneath it all is quickly shoved back down, not wanting to deal with the fact he's kissed a lot more people and done so much worse because he hadn't coped with losing Abel and possibly never seeing him again. Maybe he should have been focused on finding a way off this planet, on getting back into some known galaxy, but even the thought of returning to his family held little sway over how much he'd wanted to do those things with someone else. With Ethan.
He breaks the kiss gently, one hand seeking Abel's so he can draw him away from the mess of the living room and into the bedroom. It's been used very little, that much is obvious from the lack of cigarette smoke and the straightened sheets. It's not much of a consolation that he hasn't brought anyone else here, but it's a stark thought as he untucks the blankets and drags them down onto the mattress. He wastes no time wrapping himself around him after that, holding him close and sagging into the contact like someone who's starved for affection, and he breathes his name softly into the nape of his neck, strangely comfortable after nearly a month of simply wanting to give up. ]
Be here tomorrow.
[ Because he's still not entirely convinced this isn't something made up in his own head, but he's too drunk to fight it any further. ]
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He breaks the kiss gently, one hand seeking Abel's so he can draw him away from the mess of the living room and into the bedroom. It's been used very little, that much is obvious from the lack of cigarette smoke and the straightened sheets. It's not much of a consolation that he hasn't brought anyone else here, but it's a stark thought as he untucks the blankets and drags them down onto the mattress. He wastes no time wrapping himself around him after that, holding him close and sagging into the contact like someone who's starved for affection, and he breathes his name softly into the nape of his neck, strangely comfortable after nearly a month of simply wanting to give up. ]
Be here tomorrow.
[ Because he's still not entirely convinced this isn't something made up in his own head, but he's too drunk to fight it any further. ]