“Come on, big guy.” Aleksi laughed as he guided the drunken man down the hall, tucked under the crook of Cameron’s arm to keep him upright. “Who would ever take you for a lightweight?” He teased, amusement clear in his voice as he turned his head, brushing a kiss to the blonde’s temple. As though he weren’t drunk himself, just barely managing to not wobble under the others weight.

“M’not a lightweight.” Cameron sulked, nuzzling into chocolate curls awkwardly as they walked. “I jus’ don’t drink so much. Usually only beer, and not much. That stuff tonight was deadly- tasted too good, went down to easy. “Where are we goin’?” He questioned, blue eyes peering around the hallway, trying his best to place his surroundings through the haze. This was definitely their building, and floor, but he wasn’t sure what number was his right now.

“My place. Probably best to keep an eye on you.” Emerald eyes were bleary, squinting to check the numbers as he went, a small noise of victory escaping him as he finally found his door. He fumbled with the keys as he pressed them into the lock, guiding Cameron inside a moment later. “Didn’t realize you weren’t used to drinking, or I wouldn’t have let you have so much.” Aleksi huffed, turning to wrap his arms around the older mans middle, burying his face in his chest as the door clicked shut behind them.

“Mmmm…. Kiss?” He questioned, tipping his face up towards the other. “It’s not fair that you’re so tall and warm.” He sulked, lips curving into a pout. “I am a humble gay boy, how the hell am I supposed to resist, huh?”

Cameron snorted in amusement, dipping to kiss that sweet pout off of the other’s lips. “Needy.” He teased, pressing a kiss to Aleksi’s forehead tenderly. ”I dunno, how is it that you’re so tiny and delicate? You’re too cute for anyone’s good, you absolute menace. Much less mine.” Honest, if not something he wouldn’t likely admit sober. This brat was sin on legs, and all too aware of it. A dangerous combination, really. One that had been the complete focus of his thoughts since he’d done the shoot.

Aleksi couldn’t help but giggle, leaning up to steal another kiss, before he was guiding the older man towards the bedroom. He fell face first on the bed, rolling onto his back to grin up at the blonde as Cameron fell beside him with a little groan.

“God, your sheets are a dream.” Cameron let his fingers curl into satin sheets, before he was shifting, sprawling out beside Aleksi, brushing kiss after kiss to golden skin lazily. There was no thoughts that this was wrong. No thoughts that he should stop, stumble his way down the hall to his own apartment and never look back. No- right now, all that mattered was the beautiful man beside him. All that mattered was the warmth coursing through him, the aching desire to hold this mischievous imp close and never let him go.

“Well, aren’t you affectionate.” Aleksi laughed as Cameron shifted to lean over him. His arms draped around the blonde’s neck, pulling himself upwards to capture the older mans lips once more, nipping his lower lip. “Mmm… we should sleep though, baby. You’re going to feel like hell tomorrow.” He murmured, fingers cupping a pale, rosy cheek, thumb caressing gently. “You can sleep in your boxers if you want. Those jeans are not going to be comfortable at all.”

He couldn’t resist stealing one last kiss before rolling out from beneath the other. A sigh escaped him as he kicked off the shorts and knee highs, slipping under the sheets in his shirt and pink panties, crooking a finger at the other. “C’mer, Beautiful. You’re the perfect candidate to be big spoon, and I demand snuggling.”

A strong arm draped around his waist only a moment later, a low chuckle sounding in his ear as Cameron brushed a kiss to the nape of his neck, burying his face in chocolate locks. A broad chest pressed firm to Aleksi’s skin, and the younger man couldn’t help but shudder at the feeling of bare skin against his own, hips that his body seemed to fit perfectly against. His heart thudded heavy in his chest, emerald eyes glancing at the direction of Cameron. Could he hear it? Surely he had to be able to, for how loud it was beating. Fuck… did he actually have a crush? He couldn’t. That wasn’t how things worked; there were rules for a reason!

“You know we can’t do this again, don’t you, beautiful?” He sighed, catching the hand around him and drawing it to his lips, running sweet kisses along his wrist. He doubted Cameron would even remember any of this tomorrow. It was the only reason the words even fell. Emerald eyes shut tight, body pressing back more completely into the other. It felt safe here, warm. He felt tiny against Cameron. It was a dangerous feeling, his heart aching in his chest.

It was fine. This was fine. He was used to this, after all.

“Mnn?” Cameron questioned tiredly, brushing sleepy lips to the back of Aleksi’s head, down his throat, rumbling happily as he kissed one of the marks he’d left. One knee slid until it could settle over Aleksi’s hip, keeping him close.

“Cam… baby, you’re straight. You like girls, and I am not a girl.” Aleksi reminded softly, nipping the others wrist lightly. “And while I may dress in girls clothes… I am definitely not a girl. You’re drunk, and I’m here… but in the morning, if by some insane chance you remember this at all, you’re going to get dressed and go back to that girlfriend of yours and pretend it never happened.” It was hard to keep the wistfulness from his voice, as he snuggled back further into the older man.

Behind him came an amused snort. “I’m not straight.”

Emerald eyes widened, head whipping back to look at the blonde, shock written clearly on delicate features. But it was too late, Cameron now sound asleep, the alcohol finally taking it’s toll.

I’m not straight.

I’m not straight.

Aleksi didn’t get very much sleep that night.