Dean's second sip of alcohol was much smaller. It still had the same eerie sensation of ocean depths and deep water chill but the kick of alcohol wasn't quite as strong. Maybe if they only offered it in shots people would really liked it. He wasn't sure how to market it just yet.
"Some people that come are probably from other realms and just passing through." Like Merlin. "But if that's the case they never mention it. I mean, it's not hard to get in. You've just got to be magical or supernatural. People who can travel between beings are totally supernatural or magical so why not come on in?"
Dean took a deep breath to stop himself. When he was drunk he got incredibly wordy and incredibly affectionate. He probably shouldn't get too wasted around Merlin. Things would be weird then, even though he really liked the idea of cuddling up with him on the couch like they used to.
Booze was so bad for him right now.
"It's really the cost that's going to make it sink or swim." He paused a moment. "Ha! A pun. I'm hilarious."
The next on the list was Pico de Gallo but it was a lot easier to throw together. He had been chopping everything together for a while. So Merlin merely poured the rest of the tomatoes on the cutting board and let the knife sing for a few minutes. It was done. Onions, more cilantro. There.
"Yeah, some people most likely do. There are some clubs out there that have permanent doorways. They're pretty damn popular among the crowd that don't have a way to move around as easily as my family and I." He wasn't suggesting of having one in Oddfellows. Even if it would probably easily double the clientele. It was dangerous. But it also made a point of having a place that was ready for that sort of attention.
He popped the taco shells into the oven and lined up everything else on the table before taking a seat next to Dean again. The pun made him bark out a laughter and a glance at the younger mage from the corner of his eye. Hilarious, sure, but much more adorable.
"I suppose it depends on how much you can ask for a drink before it becomes virtually impossible to sell." He spun the run around in his glass before tipping it back and downing it in one go.
"Ugh, maintaining a permanent doorway." Dean put his head down on the island as he thought about the sort of sustained magical power something like that would take. And where would he put it? The club was a good place. He didn't want to make any major changes unless he had to.
He turned his head when Merlin sat down next to him, smiling softly. God, this was nice. Dean remembered every single reason why he dated him in the first place and why he missed him so damn much when he vanished.
"It's always about what people are willing to pay," he said with a sigh as he closed his eyes. "No one else in New York carries this rum, I think. If Oddfellows is the first to carry it and it becomes popular people will come just to drink it. Clubs afterwards, if they pick it up, will look like they're copying. It'd be good business if its popular."
That was the gamble though. There was no telling if people would like the strange experiences the rum brought when it was drunk.
"Gotta let the staff try it and see what they think. We'll make the decision together as a club."
"Please don't," Merlin hurried to put in with a sheepish little smile. "I wouldn't recommend. At least without some severe security upgrades." God, just the idea of a couple of hundred demons roaming the street of New York. (There probably was those every now and then but... Merlin didn't want to see Dean mixed in that business.)
Because, well, because oh, he was so fucked. That smile made him reply with one of his own, just as soft and fond. Stop being cute, okay.
"The effect is neat and unique enough that I'd wager that most people would be curious about it at least for a while."
He reached out to smooth his hand down along Dean's back, aiming for something comforting. He looked a little stressed with his head on the table like that. "Seems like you don't have to decide tonight."
"I'm not going to. I mean, I'm always after ways to make the club better but that's not going to be one of them." He finally sat up again and took a drink. This time it was more pleasant to feel the cool waters sensation when the alcohol was making him warm all over. Or it was Merlin. One of the two was safer to believe.
"Yeah, it'd be a problem when the novelty wore off." Dean propped his chin in his hand. "Sorry to talk business. Tell me what you're up to. How's the job? How's normal life? Share!"
Because he would keep talking, venting about the business he loved that was sometimes really, really stressful. The more he drank the more rant-y he would get. If Merlin kept talking, though, he wouldn't be able to say anything and that would keep him quiet. It was the perfect plan, clearly.
"I don't mind," Merlin said easily. But before he could start talking about anything else, the timer top of the stove rang and he slipped off his seat and went to fish out the taco shells from the oven.
"The job is pretty good. I can work from home. I'm coding them a new, less clunky interface for their base program. Blah blah, Earth hardware has reached a point where you can do more with it and I'm introducing some new ideas, basically. More towards automation, everything is about automation these days."
He lined the taco shells on a plate, which he then popped onto the table and fished some plates for both of them along with napkins before he took a seat again.
"Little else is going on right now. Despil, my brother, the second in line for the throne, took off somewhere. Still waiting to hear back on some intel. Luke pops by every now and then. I'll have to bring him to Godfellows one day."
Since they were both a little drunk he didn't take offense to that. Things things happened when alcohol was involved. Dean grabbed a taco shell the second they were on the table and started making one for himself. He needed food to absorb all the alcohol before he started drinking more rum. They hadn't even touched the vodka.
"Yeah, bring them both in. You guys can hang out in the VIP section and party."
As soon as he had a taco made Dean shoved it into his mouth with very little thought of manners. Before he made a total ass out of himself he wanted to sober up a little. He could use magic but that was cheating a little bit. He could get a little drunk without having a problem but if he got really drunk he would definitely do something stupid.
Merlin snorted out a laughter. That was an odd mistake. "I knew that," he said a bit sheepishly and rubbed his chin. Dean had said the name of the bar several times even during this conversation. But the mishap was funny enough to make him chuckle for a moment while grabbing a taco shell for himself and starting to stuff it with fillings.
"Despil would turn your bar into a Despil show." Merlin grinned while licking the tomato juice off his fingers. "He does that. He loves to entertain. Last week I went out with him for a night and we ended up in a karaoke bar, singing something horrible from the golden 80's while ladies threw their underwear at him."
He shook his head and took a bite of the taco, then quickly reached for those napkins because there just isn't a neat way to eat tacos.
Dean was either really hungry or really liked tacos. Merlin figured that it was a win-win in any case.
"Sounds like he needs to be a stripper," Dean said with a hand over his mouth so that he wouldn't be like disgusting and gross. He had manners, sort of. Alcohol made them a little crappier than usual.
Sitting around talking, drinking, and sharing a meal was a great reminder of how friendly they were. Dean relaxed, like stopped caring about all the weirdness of being around an ex-boyfriend. It always went away eventually because he really just couldn't hold a grudge against people without good reason.
Laughing with mouth full of food, not really caring if it was messy or not, Merlin shook his head while trying to chew and swallow at the same time.
"No, look," he started after finally getting his mouth empty. "You'd have an orgy at your hands. I don't know what it is about him that turns people into mush. But he has it, whatever it is."
So, he might not want to introduce Dean to him in any case. JUST KIDDING.
Except not. No, really.
Merlin drew the bottle of Jack he had almost finished earlier to himself and uncorked it, pouring them both a shot in fresh glasses. "You probably want something else to drink too. What do you want? Soda? Beer? Water?" He stood up and aimed for the cupboards.
Dean was fantastic company. Merlin missed touching him freely and without any awkwardness but he had missed more just not spending time with him.
"Oh God, that would be so disastrous," Dean groaned and dropped his head to the table. "The health department would totally take away my alcohol license."
He turned his head and looked over at Merlin, his gaze still a little glassy eyed from alcohol but he could easily focus on him without trouble. He was tipsy, but not totally drunk.
"A little soda would be good," he said with a sigh. "At the very least I can mix everything together. Make a cocktail."
The whole point of another drink would be to help sober him up but he was staying for awhile. He could drink a little bit more before he needed to get sober. That could come later.
"I know, what a horrible mess." Merlin barked out a warm laughter as he fished out a few cokes for them from the fridge and returned to his taco. They were set now. He wouldn't have to dash around. He just needed to actually be able to sit on his butt and eat.
"What kind of cocktail would Jack, your squid liquor and coke make?" he asked before biting into another taco, his gaze twinkling with amusement over the taco shell.
They'll both be wasted before they're done here. What a shame.
"You don't usually mix whiskey and rum. I think." Dean wasn't officially a bartender. He could do a few things but he wasn't an expert in cocktails and mixed drinks. "I mean like, we could call it something stupid like The Briney Deep."
He sat up again so he could eat a little bit more and drink easier. He did mix his Jack into his Coke but luckily that made it mostly Coke. He would still get one hell of a buzz but nothing quite like the kraken liquor.
"This is why I hire people to do this stuff for me. I don't know what I'm doing but I can run a business." He pounded his fist on the island top to make his point.
"Be an entrepreneur," Merlin whispered, quite loudly so, while leaning a bit towards Dean. "New experiences."
And because he never was afraid to make a bit of a fool of himself, he did exactly that, sloshing at least half a mug of the coke into his jack, then a splash of the rum and swirled it around with his finger. A finger that he popped into his mouth with a wink and then sipped his mix.
"It's not... " he coughed. "Absolutely horrible at least."
He would drink it of course. Vile as it was. And he still liked the breeze of the sea as an after effect. But yes, Merlin wouldn't be much of a bartender either.
Dean dissolved into laughter at the look on Merlin's face after he took a drink. It looked like he had tasted something incredibly bad. Like brussel sprouts boiled in piss or something. It was hilarious to tipsy Dean. Hell, it probably would've been hilarious to sober Dean.
"I'm calling bullshit on that," he said between giggles. "You know it's terrible, just admit it."
He bumped his shoulder against Merlin's, grinning wildly at him. Come on, no shame in admitting something was bad.
"No!" Merlin gave a false look of dismay and crowed while picking up his glass again: "It's delicious, look..."
And the next sip would come with a look of intense pleasure, eyes closed and smacking lips. Ugh, it was worse than he had remembered but still! Moaning a little because that would just drive the point home, wouldn't it? "Mnn, so good."
He glanced at Dean from the corner of his eye. "I bet you'd like a taste."
"Keep your devil water away from me." Dean covered Merlin's face with his hand and pushed him away. "I have tasty, tasty alcohol and don't want you ruining it."
He curled around his jack and coke like a dragon protecting his hoard. No matter how pretty and pleasurable Merlin's expression was there was no way that mixture of crazy kraken rum and jack tasted good. Maybe if it was just coke and rum it'd be fine but he was skeptical of the whole crazy mixture.
"Stop being so cute about it too. You won't fool me with your adorableness."
"Mhy god, dnond e ho--" Merlin exclaimed against Dean's hand, crowfeet appearing around his laughing eyes. "Skittish!" And just because, he reached over as if to ruin Dean's drinks too, because it was exactly what had happened to his. (It was ruined. He couldn't, with a straight face, claim otherwise.)
"So you're weak against cute?" Batting his lashes and adopting that duck-face that you so often see plastered across the internet nowadays, he pushed his face all in Dean's business, distracting him until he could wiggle his fingers against Dean's side. Sorry, mate, he knows about your ticklish problem and is shameless enough to use this information.
If Dean was weak against anything it was moments like these where he was laughing and happy and slightly drunk. It's just everything he loved about being with a person, everything he felt for Merlin that hadn't really gone anywhere no matter what he said about being over it. Well, no, he was over it but because around Merlin again just brought it all back.
He grabbed Merlin's face in his hands, pulled him in and kissed him. It was sloppy and awkward and just not Dean's usual skill and style but he couldn't help himself. He couldn't think of any other response.
Alcohol was a bitch on his system. He was already an affectionate guy and when drunk that side of his personality was only amplified. There was no turning it down. His impulsiveness also went off the charts so what was a bad idea to sober Dean was a great idea to drunk Dean.
"Oh, god, that's awful. How did you not throw up?"
Merlin's eyes widened when he was pulled in and kissed, stumbling a bit to follow through with the motion instead of crashing into Dean and knocking both of them out down onto their asses. But he did answer the kiss, sloppy and awkward as it was, hands on Dean's elbows, holding him still.
Lips parted, tongue darting out to touch the bottom one, he gave himself a moment to just regard Dean quietly. So, alcohol maybe, or something else, he didn't know. But truth be told, he wasn't so much of a saint to really care, or give it enough thought, perhaps. Instead of moving away, the corners of his mouth curled up, blue eyes softening, and he leaned in tentatively, bypassing Dean's nose by tilting his head to the side. But he paused before their mouths were touching again, giving Dean amble time to avoid the collision.
"I have steely a self-control, mate," he whispered, amusement twinkling in his eyes. "Truly inspirational shit."
And if Dean would let him, he would kiss him again, this time slow and much gentler than the rushed crashing of mouths that they had participated in just a moment before.
Seriously, a little alcohol, a sloppy kiss and Dean was right back to where he was a few weeks ago. His heart was racing and he felt a little dizzy but that might just be the alcohol. He still didn't pull away from him or didn't try to stop him when he leaned in for another kiss.
This one had Dean closing his eyes and slowly leaning towards him, bracing his hands on his thighs to keep himself balanced. He was definitely dizzy right now but in a good way, the best way. He didn't come here for this, honestly. He came here to talk to a friend, to enjoy his company, and drink.
It wasn't about this but now that they were kissing like this again he was almost glad they were doing this again. It felt really easy to get back into this.
Merlin might regret this tomorrow. Not because he didn't want it - he had never wanted to get over Dean - but because Dean obviously hadn't. And Merlin is self-conscious enough to think about it.
Just not right now.
Instead he's going to step closer, reaching up to slide one of his hands against Dean's jaw and from there behind his neck, tilting his face up. Merlin's heart is racing, his thoughts a bit foggy with the combined efforts of alcohol and endorphin, both gleefully rushing in his veins. But he deepens the kiss, licking into Dean's mouth sweetly.
Dean happily let Merlin guide him into the kiss, still swaying towards him as he opened his mouth and tangled his tongue around his.
Regret could come later, maybe it might never come. Dean wasn't thinking about it right now. He was thinking about dragging Merlin off to bed and spending the entire night without clothes on. Even though he wasn't entirely sober, he wasn't blasted, wasted drunk. He was aware of every action he took.
He just didn't over think it, didn't worry about it. He wanted Merlin and he wasn't going to stop himself from that.
They were in firm agreement about that. Thinking seems a little hard to be honest. Merlin was firmly in favour of just running his hands down along Dean's chest and around his waist, pulling him up from the chair and firmly against himself.
It was a peculiar thing, the mixture of familiarity and sense of something new, knowing the body under his touch and the way Dean kissed but still the emotion was brand new, exhilaration and something awfully aching tugging at his heart strings.
Merlin swayed back against the counter, pulling Dean with him, hands splayed at the small of his back.
"Merlin..." he breathed his name softly against his lips as he wrapped his arms around his shoulders and buried his fingers in his hair.
There was no way to put into words how much he had missed this while Merlin was gone. He had not handled going from sleeping with another person in his bed to nothing, not just the physical but the goofy texts and discussions of magic. His life had been suddenly empty and Dean had hated it.
Friendship was good but this, wrapped up in Merlin again, was much better. Dean was much happier.
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"Some people that come are probably from other realms and just passing through." Like Merlin. "But if that's the case they never mention it. I mean, it's not hard to get in. You've just got to be magical or supernatural. People who can travel between beings are totally supernatural or magical so why not come on in?"
Dean took a deep breath to stop himself. When he was drunk he got incredibly wordy and incredibly affectionate. He probably shouldn't get too wasted around Merlin. Things would be weird then, even though he really liked the idea of cuddling up with him on the couch like they used to.
Booze was so bad for him right now.
"It's really the cost that's going to make it sink or swim." He paused a moment. "Ha! A pun. I'm hilarious."
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"Yeah, some people most likely do. There are some clubs out there that have permanent doorways. They're pretty damn popular among the crowd that don't have a way to move around as easily as my family and I." He wasn't suggesting of having one in Oddfellows. Even if it would probably easily double the clientele. It was dangerous. But it also made a point of having a place that was ready for that sort of attention.
He popped the taco shells into the oven and lined up everything else on the table before taking a seat next to Dean again. The pun made him bark out a laughter and a glance at the younger mage from the corner of his eye. Hilarious, sure, but much more adorable.
"I suppose it depends on how much you can ask for a drink before it becomes virtually impossible to sell." He spun the run around in his glass before tipping it back and downing it in one go.
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He turned his head when Merlin sat down next to him, smiling softly. God, this was nice. Dean remembered every single reason why he dated him in the first place and why he missed him so damn much when he vanished.
"It's always about what people are willing to pay," he said with a sigh as he closed his eyes. "No one else in New York carries this rum, I think. If Oddfellows is the first to carry it and it becomes popular people will come just to drink it. Clubs afterwards, if they pick it up, will look like they're copying. It'd be good business if its popular."
That was the gamble though. There was no telling if people would like the strange experiences the rum brought when it was drunk.
"Gotta let the staff try it and see what they think. We'll make the decision together as a club."
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Because, well, because oh, he was so fucked. That smile made him reply with one of his own, just as soft and fond. Stop being cute, okay.
"The effect is neat and unique enough that I'd wager that most people would be curious about it at least for a while."
He reached out to smooth his hand down along Dean's back, aiming for something comforting. He looked a little stressed with his head on the table like that. "Seems like you don't have to decide tonight."
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"Yeah, it'd be a problem when the novelty wore off." Dean propped his chin in his hand. "Sorry to talk business. Tell me what you're up to. How's the job? How's normal life? Share!"
Because he would keep talking, venting about the business he loved that was sometimes really, really stressful. The more he drank the more rant-y he would get. If Merlin kept talking, though, he wouldn't be able to say anything and that would keep him quiet. It was the perfect plan, clearly.
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"The job is pretty good. I can work from home. I'm coding them a new, less clunky interface for their base program. Blah blah, Earth hardware has reached a point where you can do more with it and I'm introducing some new ideas, basically. More towards automation, everything is about automation these days."
He lined the taco shells on a plate, which he then popped onto the table and fished some plates for both of them along with napkins before he took a seat again.
"Little else is going on right now. Despil, my brother, the second in line for the throne, took off somewhere. Still waiting to hear back on some intel. Luke pops by every now and then. I'll have to bring him to Godfellows one day."
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Since they were both a little drunk he didn't take offense to that. Things things happened when alcohol was involved. Dean grabbed a taco shell the second they were on the table and started making one for himself. He needed food to absorb all the alcohol before he started drinking more rum. They hadn't even touched the vodka.
"Yeah, bring them both in. You guys can hang out in the VIP section and party."
As soon as he had a taco made Dean shoved it into his mouth with very little thought of manners. Before he made a total ass out of himself he wanted to sober up a little. He could use magic but that was cheating a little bit. He could get a little drunk without having a problem but if he got really drunk he would definitely do something stupid.
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"Despil would turn your bar into a Despil show." Merlin grinned while licking the tomato juice off his fingers. "He does that. He loves to entertain. Last week I went out with him for a night and we ended up in a karaoke bar, singing something horrible from the golden 80's while ladies threw their underwear at him."
He shook his head and took a bite of the taco, then quickly reached for those napkins because there just isn't a neat way to eat tacos.
Dean was either really hungry or really liked tacos. Merlin figured that it was a win-win in any case.
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Sitting around talking, drinking, and sharing a meal was a great reminder of how friendly they were. Dean relaxed, like stopped caring about all the weirdness of being around an ex-boyfriend. It always went away eventually because he really just couldn't hold a grudge against people without good reason.
This would be a good evening, whatever happened.
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"No, look," he started after finally getting his mouth empty. "You'd have an orgy at your hands. I don't know what it is about him that turns people into mush. But he has it, whatever it is."
So, he might not want to introduce Dean to him in any case. JUST KIDDING.
Except not. No, really.
Merlin drew the bottle of Jack he had almost finished earlier to himself and uncorked it, pouring them both a shot in fresh glasses. "You probably want something else to drink too. What do you want? Soda? Beer? Water?" He stood up and aimed for the cupboards.
Dean was fantastic company. Merlin missed touching him freely and without any awkwardness but he had missed more just not spending time with him.
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He turned his head and looked over at Merlin, his gaze still a little glassy eyed from alcohol but he could easily focus on him without trouble. He was tipsy, but not totally drunk.
"A little soda would be good," he said with a sigh. "At the very least I can mix everything together. Make a cocktail."
The whole point of another drink would be to help sober him up but he was staying for awhile. He could drink a little bit more before he needed to get sober. That could come later.
this is making me so hungry
"What kind of cocktail would Jack, your squid liquor and coke make?" he asked before biting into another taco, his gaze twinkling with amusement over the taco shell.
They'll both be wasted before they're done here. What a shame.
time for tacos!
He sat up again so he could eat a little bit more and drink easier. He did mix his Jack into his Coke but luckily that made it mostly Coke. He would still get one hell of a buzz but nothing quite like the kraken liquor.
"This is why I hire people to do this stuff for me. I don't know what I'm doing but I can run a business." He pounded his fist on the island top to make his point.
I wish!
And because he never was afraid to make a bit of a fool of himself, he did exactly that, sloshing at least half a mug of the coke into his jack, then a splash of the rum and swirled it around with his finger. A finger that he popped into his mouth with a wink and then sipped his mix.
"It's not... " he coughed. "Absolutely horrible at least."
He would drink it of course. Vile as it was. And he still liked the breeze of the sea as an after effect. But yes, Merlin wouldn't be much of a bartender either.
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"I'm calling bullshit on that," he said between giggles. "You know it's terrible, just admit it."
He bumped his shoulder against Merlin's, grinning wildly at him. Come on, no shame in admitting something was bad.
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And the next sip would come with a look of intense pleasure, eyes closed and smacking lips. Ugh, it was worse than he had remembered but still! Moaning a little because that would just drive the point home, wouldn't it? "Mnn, so good."
He glanced at Dean from the corner of his eye. "I bet you'd like a taste."
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He curled around his jack and coke like a dragon protecting his hoard. No matter how pretty and pleasurable Merlin's expression was there was no way that mixture of crazy kraken rum and jack tasted good. Maybe if it was just coke and rum it'd be fine but he was skeptical of the whole crazy mixture.
"Stop being so cute about it too. You won't fool me with your adorableness."
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"So you're weak against cute?" Batting his lashes and adopting that duck-face that you so often see plastered across the internet nowadays, he pushed his face all in Dean's business, distracting him until he could wiggle his fingers against Dean's side. Sorry, mate, he knows about your ticklish problem and is shameless enough to use this information.
"Have a little taste, babe."
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He grabbed Merlin's face in his hands, pulled him in and kissed him. It was sloppy and awkward and just not Dean's usual skill and style but he couldn't help himself. He couldn't think of any other response.
Alcohol was a bitch on his system. He was already an affectionate guy and when drunk that side of his personality was only amplified. There was no turning it down. His impulsiveness also went off the charts so what was a bad idea to sober Dean was a great idea to drunk Dean.
"Oh, god, that's awful. How did you not throw up?"
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Lips parted, tongue darting out to touch the bottom one, he gave himself a moment to just regard Dean quietly. So, alcohol maybe, or something else, he didn't know. But truth be told, he wasn't so much of a saint to really care, or give it enough thought, perhaps. Instead of moving away, the corners of his mouth curled up, blue eyes softening, and he leaned in tentatively, bypassing Dean's nose by tilting his head to the side. But he paused before their mouths were touching again, giving Dean amble time to avoid the collision.
"I have steely a self-control, mate," he whispered, amusement twinkling in his eyes. "Truly inspirational shit."
And if Dean would let him, he would kiss him again, this time slow and much gentler than the rushed crashing of mouths that they had participated in just a moment before.
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Seriously, a little alcohol, a sloppy kiss and Dean was right back to where he was a few weeks ago. His heart was racing and he felt a little dizzy but that might just be the alcohol. He still didn't pull away from him or didn't try to stop him when he leaned in for another kiss.
This one had Dean closing his eyes and slowly leaning towards him, bracing his hands on his thighs to keep himself balanced. He was definitely dizzy right now but in a good way, the best way. He didn't come here for this, honestly. He came here to talk to a friend, to enjoy his company, and drink.
It wasn't about this but now that they were kissing like this again he was almost glad they were doing this again. It felt really easy to get back into this.
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Just not right now.
Instead he's going to step closer, reaching up to slide one of his hands against Dean's jaw and from there behind his neck, tilting his face up. Merlin's heart is racing, his thoughts a bit foggy with the combined efforts of alcohol and endorphin, both gleefully rushing in his veins. But he deepens the kiss, licking into Dean's mouth sweetly.
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Regret could come later, maybe it might never come. Dean wasn't thinking about it right now. He was thinking about dragging Merlin off to bed and spending the entire night without clothes on. Even though he wasn't entirely sober, he wasn't blasted, wasted drunk. He was aware of every action he took.
He just didn't over think it, didn't worry about it. He wanted Merlin and he wasn't going to stop himself from that.
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It was a peculiar thing, the mixture of familiarity and sense of something new, knowing the body under his touch and the way Dean kissed but still the emotion was brand new, exhilaration and something awfully aching tugging at his heart strings.
Merlin swayed back against the counter, pulling Dean with him, hands splayed at the small of his back.
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There was no way to put into words how much he had missed this while Merlin was gone. He had not handled going from sleeping with another person in his bed to nothing, not just the physical but the goofy texts and discussions of magic. His life had been suddenly empty and Dean had hated it.
Friendship was good but this, wrapped up in Merlin again, was much better. Dean was much happier.
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I'm sorry for the delay. Sickness has been keeling me over for three fucking weeks. D:
ugh, no fun