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His dad was getting remarried and he'd offered to order the wine for the reception. The vineyard was closer to his college than his dad's place. He seemed like the helpful type, the type to politely make small talk about details that Negan could care less about.

The fact that he was so clueless about what he was looking for meant that Negan could draw the tasting out, ply him with every grape and vintage, all under the guise of helping him make an informed decision. He knew from the moment he heard the budget and venue what his personal recommendations would be, it would only have taken a couple of sips to narrow it down.

But he liked the studious look on the kid's face as he listened to the notes of each wine, liked the way his tongue would dart out pink after every sip as he tried to savour it, liked the way that he tried so hard to articulate something meaningful about every mouthful to show his gratefulness for Negan's attention.

Negan watched as his body got looser and his lips were stained with tannins, drying out parting gently, a purplish hue making them look almost bruised. Fuck Negan wanted to bite them. He wanted to press his tongue inside and taste the concoction he'd created in the kid's mouth.

His eyes were starting to glaze, shining in the afternoon sun. Negan should take his car keys, or maybe take him somewhere to sleep it off. He got the contract signed, gave him a good deal so he couldn't be accused of taking advantage of getting him drunk. Not from a monetary standpoint anyway.

He offered him a tour of the vineyard out back, walking between the vines, talking just because the kid seemed to really love the sound of his voice, seemed hypnotised by it. There, between the tendrils of grapes, the kid reached out, fingers wrapping around Negan's wrist to stop him in his tracks.

Negan turned to him and found a hot body pressed against his own, dry, acidic lips moving desperately against his mouth. He parted his lips, licked wetly over them, the kiss hot and heavy and tipsy teenager coded. He's into. He let it happen. He wrapped his arms around the kid's body to hold him up and hold him close. Fingers slipped under the loose T-shirt, the kid's hands fisted in Negan's pristine shirt. He wanted to let this kid wreck him. He wanted to pin him to the ground and see just what he could take.

After a few breathless, horny moments, Negan pulled back, panting, a low chuckle emanating from his chest.

"I'm not that drunk," the kid insisted.

"Well, I'm going to buy you dinner and you're going to get a hell of a lot more sober," Negan told him. "Then, if you're still up for it, I am going to fuck your brains out."