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wai [12:13AM]
come get your man. he's drunk off his tits.
is the message he receives when pat’s finally changed out of his office attire, followed closely by.
wai [12:13AM]
balls, it should be balls.
he sighs fondly and grabs his keys, foregoing changing back as it is already late.
pran had gone out with his friends to celebrate wai completing a much anticipated project, a high-rise in the middle of bangkok, one of the city’s many but wai's very first one as the lead architect.
in a way pat should have anticipated that pran would be drunk but once he makes it to the karaoke bar and sees him arm in arm with an equally drunk korn, sobbing out a whitney houston classic, he's a tad surprised.
"yo!," wai says with a mock salute as pat stares at pran trying to hit an impossibly high note. trying being the operating word because pran's apparently singing very passionately in a high key. his face has gone red and he almost falls over backwards into the booth yet…
there's no sound?
curious, pat turns to look over at wai who shrugs his shoulders with a forlorn expression.
"this has been going on for the better part of the hour now." wai says as he peels korn off of the leather seats of the couch he's trying very hard to become one with. “the fuckers don’t even know their mics are off.”
"dare i ask?" pat raises an eyebrow.
"don't." comes the resolute reply.
"get yours while i get this one home, gosh i can't believe i am the most sober and it was supposed to be MY party." wai grumbles as he hauls korn, whose mumbling something about beyonce, out of the booth and towards the door.
pran's still lying down on the seat, mic close to his lips as he sings the lyrics, completely out of order with a few dramatic sighs thrown in every now and then.
"alright," pat says, slinking one arm around pran's shoulder, making him sit up. "let's get you home."
pran resists. "excuse me, but i," he points a sure finger at his chest, utterly proud, "am married man."
pat fixes him with an amused glare that is without any real heat. "and i am the man you're married to."
pran who is about to go on a passionate spiel about loyalty being one of the foundations of marriage, and how he is all about one dick for life, stops. he shades his eyes from the non-existent sun with one hand and peers closely at Pat. his eyes are glazed over with alcohol, no wonder he can’t recognize pat. “ you are?”
pat sighs and leans in to help pran off the floor where he is all but sprawled like a recently melted ice cube. pat’s well aware of pran’s flexibility, having bent him every which way during their sexual endeavors yet he continues to get amazed by it.
"are you really my pat?" pran asks him again, looking up at him with an unfocused gaze, an adorable frown on his face making him look way younger than he actually is.
"it's me pran," pat tries to lift him off the floor again. his fond smile belying the fake exasperation in his tone but pran shoves his hands off. "geez how many drinks did you have?"
pran pauses to assume a thoughtful expression, pondering on it like he is been given the query to calculate earth’s mass.
"three," he says, then holds up 7 fingers.
right, this will be difficult. pat looks around to check if wai's come back to help although it would be stupid to assume that he would. wai’s not one to fuck with drunk pran, that’s for sure. and yeah, he's dipped. looks like he’s alone in this.
"baby c'mon," pat says, resorting to coddling, as he sits down to look at pran eye to eye. "it's late, let's get you home hmm?"
almost instantly, familiarity comes alive in pran's heavy lidded eyes,face lighting up with a full smile.
“pat?” he chirps and pat almost loses the battle and kisses him right there. pran's warm hands come up to cup his face.
"you are pat! only pat calls me baby!" he says, utterly delighted then puckers up his lips in an exaggerated pout. "i missed you, gimme a kiss."
pat snorts, he has half a mind to bring out his phone and record this hilarious situation because pran NEVER admits to being a silly, goofy drunk but he sheds the idea to kiss his baby who still has his lips puckered up, waiting patiently.
"will you get off the floor if i give you a kiss?" he feels slightly guilty for using the tactic, but then drunk pran is an insufferable mess and while he does love his husband to death he'd rather make this exchange as quick and painless as possible. and guess what, drunk pran is a sucker for kisses so it’s a win-win situation for both.
"yes, yes." pran nods his head enthusiastically. pat gives him a tender kiss, tasting a myriad different flavors on pran's lips and thinks wow, they really went hard.
pran makes a happy little sound and sags against him and pat shakes his head, arms going around pran's torso as he lifts him up.
pran hiccups and his head lolls on pat's shoulder as he leans against him. he shoves his face in pat's neck and takes a deep breath. "mmm, you smell nice." pran says and drops a wet slobbery one right below his earlobe.
pat chuckles audibly this time around and looks around for his shoulder bag. he finds it fallen below the table and grabs it, shoving it over his shoulder and uprighting pran whose legs seem to have given up any semblance of structure or integrity.
the walk to the car is almost without incident. almost. pran only stumbles once, losing balance by stepping into a hole on the way, the shock being big enough for him to cling to pat the rest of the way without any protests. he briefly stops to admire the beauty of the sun until he’s gently reminded by pat that the sun he’s admiring is actually a street light.
once pran's buckled into the passenger seat and pat has taken the car out of the parking, pran turns to him with an utterly sober, serious expression.
"pat?" he says.
"hmm."
"i think wai's a big ol' lesbian," pran whispers with a straight face, as if he's letting pat in on a secret.
pat has to make a monumental effort to keep the laughter down. "and why is that?"
pran looks around comically, making sure no one else hears it. "cos he likes girls."
a snort does come out this time but pat only says, "oh?"
"yeah he told us," pran nods his head vigorously, but he's still whispering as if the revelation that he made just now, is a state secret that needs to be protected.
"i see," pat says patiently but he's smiling ear to ear. man he can't wait to let wai know of this gem. no guesses for what the contact name will get updated to in his phone.
“yeah,” pran snuffles a little, then rubs at his nose cutely. “he was making these googly eyes at the waitress too.”
“did she give him her number?”
“‘course not, she smart,” pran says and pat thinks, oh god the verbs are disappearing, pran is drunk drunk.
pran goes silent for a while, clearly overtaken by the drunken haze and pat smiles at him fondly and stretches his arm to hold his hand the rest of the car ride back.
pran throws up once they are home. pat holds him and pats soothingly at his back, let’s him wipe his mouth on his newly changed shirt, then helps him brush his teeth and get into his pajamas.
"arms up," pat says when pran's sitting on the bed awaiting instructions because pat had told him to wait while he got his pajamas from the closet. pran raises his arms obediently. pat takes off his shirt and chucks it in the hamper then pushes gently at pran's chest making him lie down. pran goes down like a log being chopped off.
pat's hands struggle with pran's pants button and pran raises his head to give him a suggestive look.
"oooh are we getting naked?" pran makes grabby hands at him, eyes turning into half moons, smile wide enough to stuff a banana boat into. he tries to snuggle into pat’s unclothed chest but his attempts are thwarted by pat who holds him back.
"no!" pat holds a finger up in his face, pran’s face falls, hands going down listlessly. “YOU are getting into these pjs so we can SLEEP!” pat says as he finally peels off pran's pants as well.
"oh.." pran sounds sullen because usually both of them getting naked would mean sexy times but pat's too intent on just cleaning him up and it makes him a wee bit sad.
pat chuckles and gets a wet cloth, dips it in warm water and starts wiping pran's body. pran shivers a little, the warm cloth and the cold air of the room giving him goosebumps.
"just a little more," pat says comfortingly, making quick strokes along the length of pran's body. pran shudders and giggles some more when pat wipes at an area that is usually sensitive for him. pat tries to wipe his armpits but pran squirms away saying something about being ticklish there. pat laughs and lets him go.
getting pran into his pj's proves more difficult because he keeps nodding off. once he's finally done he rearranges pran's body so he's lying on his side of the bed on the pillow and covers him with a duvet. pran makes a happy little sound and snuggles in but gets distressed when pat leaves the bed.
"where ya goin'?"
"i am going to brush my teeth," pat says over his shoulder and jogs to the bathroom.
“okayyy,” pran says from the back. “come back soon.”
pat chuckles and quickly goes through the motions of his nightly routine. he opts against wearing another shirt. pran’s gonna be sticking to him like gum all night and he tends to get warm during cuddling.
by the time he comes back to lie down with pran ready to sleep he finds him all burritoed up, only his head showing, big, round eyes staring up at him.
pat lifts the duvet from one side and slides in. "hi," he says, dropping a kiss on pran's adorable garden gnome nose that's still red from drinking so much. the weather has been chilly these days, temperatures dropping down to 21 degrees at night and pran always catches flu in the winters. pat tucks him in a little more, shifting closer to pran’s body.
pran breaks into a silly grin and wraps himself around pat. he throws a leg over pat's, shoves his face in his chest, arm going around his torso in a deathly grip before he relaxes and starts dropping tiny, little kisses wherever he can, clearly delighted at the nakes expanse of skin at his disposal.
pat holds him close, eternally grateful for having this ball of joy in his life. drunk pran maybe a handful but he's also the most adorable when his inhibitions are low, way more cuddly and needy, it's kinda flattering.
"you ready to sleep?" he asks pran who lifts his head up to stare at him with narrowed eyes.
"you gotta say the magic words first," he says.
"hmmph," pat gets a thoughtful expression on his face, folding an arm below his head. "whatever could those be ?" he says and lightly drums his fingers on pran’s ribs, acting like he's thinking very hard.
pran's face falls. vengeful, he digs his chin in pat's sternum, hard.
“good night perhaps?” pat looks at him with a somber expression.
pran bites his nipple and not in the nice, fun way he does when he is not drunk. this one’s a mean bite and while pat’s all about exploring kinks, he absolutely cannot afford losing a nipple. somehow the thought of living with one nipple fills him with inexplicable grief and sadness.
"ow, ow, okay, okay", pat yells, pulling pran away from his chest and covering his tits with his hands. "i'll say them, stop hurting me please."
pran stops and waits. pat looks down at him, staring lovingly.
"i love you," he says and pran's face lights up even in the drunken daze. immediately, as if realizing that he is perhaps giving up too soon, he rearranges his face to reflect a mean mug.
“you owe me a buncha’ kisses too,” he says haughtily. he looks so fucking adorable that pat bends down to kiss him anyway.
“oh,” pat asks between sweet, butterfly kisses, clearly amused. “how many?”
pran looks thoughtful for a while. “like 4000 bazillion.”
“damn,” pat whistles, “do you accept installments?”
“o’course!” pran warbles, suddenly sleepy. “there’s gonna be interest on late payments though.”
“and what would that be?” pat shoves his sweaty hair off his forehead to kiss him some more.
“you gotta stick by me your whole life,” pran says decidedly. “no take backs.”
“we could work with that,” pat says and kisses his eyes and pran sighs dreamily.
“damn, thiz izz nicee,” he says, voice slurring with a mixture of sleep and intoxication. “pls continue.”
pran snuffles into his chest yet again, rubbing his face all over pat’s chest before he stops to drop a kiss right where his heart is, beating steadily with deep contentment.
“love you,” he says and looks up but he cannot even keep his eyes open.
“i love you more,” he says and kisses pran on the lips, eliciting a happy little squeal from him.
“i love you most.” pran says with conviction. “mostest even.” then stops to adorably frown at a spot in the air. “what comes next?”
“sleep,” pat deadpans.
“oh okay,” pran says and drops on pat’s arms like a log.
pat chuckles and even though his own eyes are heavy with sleep, he makes sure to keep kissing pran until pran’s vice grip on his body becomes lax, limbs going heavy and he starts snoring slightly.
yeap, he can tell that pran’s gonna get the flu soon with the way his airways are whistling and he makes a mental note of making sure he gets the supplies ready. drunk pran may be a handful but even he can’t hold a candle to the absolute chaos that is flu-ridden pran and he’s gotta be prepared for it.
but for now, he holds pran close and closer still, until there’s no space between them, squeezing him a little when he overcomes with emotions and thinks long and hard about how he could have ended up so lucky?
pat falls asleep to pran bunny-snuffling on his chest and his heart singing with love so overwhelming it makes him a little emotional.