Kit looked up from his book and frowned at Ming who stood in the middle of his dorm room, arms outstretched, eyes closed and a bit wobbly even though he stood on his two feet.
Ming smiled a drunk smile and opened one eye.Ā
āI brushed my teeth, I applied deodorant and now Iām ready for you to spray.ā
Kit hid a smile behind his hand and put his book aside. He had no idea what Sotus accomplishment the engineers had celebrated this time but Ming was practically smashed and only sheer force of will had prevented him from hurting himself as he had tried to make himself ready for bed.Ā
There was toothpaste on his eyebrow and the amount of deodorant he had used was certainly able to be smelled throughout the whole dormitory.Ā
āYou want me to spray Febreze on you?āĀ
Ming nodded and Kit surged forward as he was on the verge of falling to the side.Ā
āYou hate the smell of alcohol on me!āĀ
Kit helped him steady himself and hadnāt the heart to tell him he had smelled of vomit, smoke and sweat on the day of their first kiss. In whatever he had fallen when he had faked his drunkness it hadnāt been pretty.Ā
āOkay. I will spray. Thank you for being so considerate.ā Sadly is sarcasm was lost on Ming in his current state.Ā
When Ming was really drunk he was like a big chunk of wood. Unmovable. He would stay wherever someone would tell him to and wouldnāt move. Unless Kit would order him to lay down he would just continue to stand in the middle of the room, rocking back and forth like a willow.Ā
āYour eyes are closed?ā He asked and Ming nodded. He looked so happy. Kit rolled his eyes because his boyfriend was a big weirdo sometimes. He felt silly imitating the sound of the Febreze sprayer but Ming was convinced.Ā
āAll ready for bed,ā he said and winced when Ming let his body fall forward in his arms. Overgrown puppy!
āThank you Kitkat!ā Ming murmured into his shoulder.Ā
āStop calling me that.ā Kit said automatically and pinched Ming in the side for good measure. The dork didnāt even flinch.Ā
Kit manoeuvred them to the bed.Ā āDonāt hogg the blanket!ā But Ming had already rolled himself up in the blanket. At least his book was safe. Kit sat next to his boyfriend-burrito and turned the pages until he was at the point he had stopped reading.Ā
āI want one goodnight-kiss.ā
It was the eyes, Kit decided. These big, dark eyes which remind Kit of a dog. Puppy eyes. Kit sighed and leaned forward to give Ming a kiss on his head. He found lips instead because Ming was a little shit who was too cunning for his own good.Ā
āYouāre a little shit.ā Kit told him because he was all for honesty in a relationship.Ā
Ming just smiled sunnily at him and Kit couldnāt even kick him out of the bed because he was really drunk this time. And because there was a possibility Ming wouldnāt remember it he leaned back in and kissed Ming a second time. Ming mhmed happily in his throat.Ā
āAnd now sleep.ā Mind nodded, robbed closer and opened his burrito to give Kit a bit of the blanket. The next moment he breathed evenly and deeply.Ā
āNothing but trouble.ā Kit murmured but ran his hands through Mingās hair absently while he went back to reading his book.Ā
(Couldnāt resist writing this little ficlet. The whole first-kiss scene was A+ content.)