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“Come here, Core.”
He was so wet, from inside out. The sweat from the game was still clinging to his back, making his pants tighter around his legs, which gave him a weird feeling—but he did not hate it.
Everyone had goggles on their head, but not so many were using them, at least properly. Same with him—shit, until now did he discover that he actually did not have one. He also did not remember grabbing one when entering the celebration room. So fuck it.
But now his eyes were burning. The champagne or the Budweiser was spraying everywhere, pouring down from his head like a broken shower. He was too busy singing, or more precisely howling with other teammates while trying to wipe the alcohol out of his face.
He of course did not have the slightest idea of what he looked like. Drenched from top to bottom, the snow-white beer foam covered up his face, dripping from his hair and eyelashes. His face was pink, already near scarlet, from the alcohol, the heat, and the never-stopping adrenaline.
It was at that he heard someone yelling his name, calling him over. He could not even recognize the voice, with his whirling head and the loud Creed music booming right by his ears, but he stumbled across the room, heading in that direction anyway.
He did not remember that he was drunk, or he was drinking in the first place. But now he felt dizzy and lightheaded and… a little bit horny. What the fuck. Someone, maybe the one who called him over grabbed his arm and dragged him towards the corner of the room. When his back touched the wall, the soothing temperature cleared his clogged mind up a little, and he looked down, it was Nathan who was holding him in place.
He did not realize how close they were until he felt something brushing his thigh. Nathan’s breath was scorching against his neck—it burned more than the beer. “Fuck.” That is the one and only word he could pronounce right now. And Nathan just smiled at that, and brought himself closer.
They were kissing. It took him half a second or a millennium to realize, and he did like it. Nathan’s tongue had already made its way into his mouth, discovering and conquering. He put his arms around his neck to deepen the kiss, trailing Nathan’s tongue with his own. The air was diminishing fast and the whole world started to spin. At one point he really thought he might just die in this kiss.
“Breathe, Corey, breathe.”
And right before he ran out of breath, they broke up, and he was panting so heavily that Nathan had to put a hand on his back to soothe him. “Wanna move over there to get some air?” He could feel Nathan’s beard scratching slightly against his ear, making his blood boil.
“Why not?”