secretly in love with you - jagger

Coming to the club to dance had seemed like a good idea at the beginning of the night. Kuro had not taken into account how high his libido got when he got drunk though. That had been the first mistake. The second mistake had been asking Jagger to dance. He just couldn't resist the urge to press close to his best friend. Pressing their forms together did not help his libido. The third mistake? Alcohol. Lots. And lots. Of alcohol. He couldn't even remember how many drinks he'd had, or what drinks. Which meant he was mixing liquors. The morning was going to be hell. This was the biggest mistake of all on Kuro's list. Because in his drunken stupor, he'd removed the hoodie he'd worn to the club and his shirt was rolled up to expose his midriff. It was so hot, but exposed skin seemed not to help his situation.

And so now... he was grinding against Jagger. You heard it right folks. The sexy, blue-eyed, black-haired, flamboyantly gay, drunker than a bee on rotten apples, youth was grinding on the hottest piece of meat at the Cell. God damn Jagger was tempting. Beyond tempting, he was sinful. No creation of God could ever be so tempting, so surely his best friend was a gift from Satan. Providing, of course, that the yellow-eyed, red-horned demon truly existed in the beyond to punish those in life who gave in to such temptations as the gorgeous blond that he was grinding against. But for this... Kuro suspected he would gladly go to hell, if only he dared confess to Jagger how much he wanted him. How much that night years ago when they'd awoken in each others arms had meant to him.

He reached down, placing a hand on Jagger's hip as they swayed to the music, pressing even closer against him. God he loved dancing, especially like this. If only Jagger were his, he'd be dragging the male off to fuck him ruthlessly against a random wall. Ah, damn. Kuro pulled back away from the other a bit. Those thoughts were getting him absolutely no where and serving no purpose then to frustrate him so completely beyond the realm of comfortable. The motions of their dance had already started turning them on, but god damn that one thought had been the end of it. The dead end. Now he wanted the male in front of him. Painfully so. He pulled back from the other male, offering him a slight grin. "Hey, come on, I gotta sit down a sec or I'ma pass out," he stated, speech slightly slurred from the drink.

He tugged the other male towards the table where his hoodie was draped across a random chair and the table that was full of empty glasses and bottles. He lifted himself up into the seat and grinned at the other, reaching out to pick up his glass and down the contents in two swallows. Yeah, he was gonna feel that when he stood up. He looked over at Jagger with a grin. "You havin' fun?" he called out over the music to his best friend. They hadn't been in the area for long, but already it felt as though they'd been there for years. It was about damn time that they went out and had a damn good time, and Friday night was perfect for that. It meant he could spend the night in the bathroom floor and not really regret the night spent on a cold floor because he had to get up and teach class. "I think I'm getting hungry though," he stated with a slight frown and looked at the other. "What kind of food do you think they got here?" He didn't feel like going home yet... it was snowing outside, something that he wasn't keen to walk home in while wearing these particular shoes. Of course, he supposed he'd been asking for it, but oh well, shit happened. But he wanted food.