3: Drunk

Saint

      I hate this.

I hate this so much, because I already know this was gonna end up fucking up with me big time.

I hate being alone with Aiden, or being this close with Aiden. It messed with my head so much, and so I avoided it at all times. I prefer being close to him when he’s furious and staring at me like he wants to kill me, because whenever I see the anger in his eyes, it helps in calming my unhinged thoughts down and also helps in controlling myself around him.

Which is why I already know I was fucked tonight, because Aiden wasn’t just drunk, he was fucking wasted, and a wasted Aiden was extremely adorable.

I sighed and massaged my head before glancing down at him. His head was resting agsinst my arm and he had his hands wrapped around my bicep, clearly because he was too drunk to stand on his own and didn’t want to fall. My hand being pressed against his hard chest was doing things to my head and I attempted to tug my hand free from his grasp before I do something stupid right now.

“Let go,” I muttered, forcing a glare into my voice but he whined. He fucking whined before pressing harder against me and I glanced up at the sky for a moment as I exhaled slowly.

Fuck me.

How the hell was I gonna survive this night? His skin felt warm through the layers of his clothes, and I reminded myself that I wasn’t supposed to be thinking about that right now because it won’t amount to anything. I’m only supposed to take him home and be gone from his side as fast as I can.

Okay. That can’t be hard. I can definitely do that.

I said over and over again within myself before finally peering down at Aiden again. His eyes were close and he looked so peaceful right now as he leaned most of his weight against me, but I barely felt it because he was lithe in build. Lithe and short– compared to my broad muscled, 6’5 build. He has a body type I’ve tirelessly teased him about since our days in college, but what he didn’t know was that he had a body type that drove me crazy in a very heated way.

‘Don’t think about that, Saint.’ I reminded myself as I exhaled and inhaled again, silently asking the heavens for strength tonight, right before I forced myself to pull him off my side and hold him away from me. He peered up at me blearily, glossy lips in a small pout and these blue eyes of his threatening to make me fall to my knees right now.

Fuck. This is gonna be harder than I expected. Why the hell was I tasked with taking him home? And why didn’t I argue and refuse? 

Right. 

It’s because the second option to get him home tonight was Cain, a male colleague of ours who was frankly way too friendly for my liking. Of course he had also agreed to take Aiden home without arguments, because he clearly likes Aiden. But as expected, Aiden was completely oblivious to that. He believes Cain is a chill guy and I sometimes wonder how he could be smart yet so dumb. 

Which is exactly why I remained adamant on taking him home tonight.

I cleared my throat, making my voice stern as I spoke, while my hands held his shoulders firmly.

“Get yourself together, Aiden. I’ll be taking you home tonight, but you have to fucking walk, okay? If you don’t move your legs, we won’t be able to make any progress.” Once I finished speaking, I realized that he wasn’t even listening to what I was saying. When I dropped my hand from his shoulder; he fell right into my chest, face flushed against my chest and my hands automatically went around his waist to steady him.

Fucking hell. He felt so perfect against me right now.

“You smell so good.” He slurred against my chest, his hand moving against my shirt buttons like he wanted to get my shirt open and sniff my skin.

Fuck. If he ends up remembering all of this, he’d definitely shoot himself with a gun. 

I forced myself to pull him away from my chest and hold him at arms length once again.

We were outside the bar and no one was paying us much mind; except a people who kept glancing back at us, probably to check it we’d suddenly start eating each other’s faces off.

Judgemental freaks.

After trying and failing to make Aiden walk, I ended up having to carry him on my back. I had previously grabbed his things for him before we exited the bar. His car was still back at the office but he’ll come get it tomorrow. His house wasn’t far from here, I knew the routes like the back of my hand and it wasn’t because I stalk him every once in a while. 

As we walked in the cold of the night, he shivered every now and then, his hands tight around my shoulders and I kept wishing I forced him into my jacket first before carrying him on my back.

He soon began to speak, still clearly heavily drunk by how his words were slurred.

“F- fuck you, Saint.”

I chuckled, rolling my eyes.

“I think you meant to say ‘thank you’.” I crooned as I shifted him upwards over my back, hands gripping his muscles filled thighs firmly.

“You’re so p- perfect, Saint. I hate you b- because of that.”

I slowed down for a moment just as he continued, words more slurred.

“You achieve everything effortlessly. You barely attended classes in college but graduated as the overall best student, a position that I tirelessly worked for!” 

I winced this time. Aiden and I met on the first day of college. That was the moment he became my crush, and the moment he grew deep hatred for me. 

“And- and you’re so tall, while I’m stuck at being 5’8! How is that fair? I deserve to be tall too! You get all the women without even trying, compared to me, and you’re not even into women! I want to kill you and I hate you very much. You make me very insecure and I hate it.” 

At this point, I stopped walking altogether, and as his words sank down, I realized that my teasing words about him being a midget had been affecting him this whole time.

As I resumed walking, I promised myself to never call him that word again.

~~~

    Aiden was too drunk to go into his house without help and against my will, I carried him all the way in and helped him out of his shirt before leading him to his bed. I refused to look at his body for my own sanity, staring at the design of his room instead. His room was organized and smelt just like him.

As I drew the covers over him, I stared at his sleeping face for long minutes while my thoughts danced around my head. I reached down and grazed his cheek with my thumb and he instantly leaned into the touch, making my throat run dry.

“Sorry for making life hard for you in college.” I whispered quietly but he was deeply asleep and couldn’t hear me.

A few minutes passed and I still remained in the same position.

This is a bad idea. I told myself over and over again.

But I leaned down and lightly brushed my lips against his before turning around and leaving.