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Alex stumbled through the kitchen to grab two glasses for him and Dallas, both males already drunk enough to make it almost an impossible mission to find anything in a dark room for them, both chuckling “Fuck that, direct from the bottle. That way we won’t have to do the dishes in the morning” he heard Dallas said and he obliged, smiling “You are a genius my friend. We should always drink from the bottle and eat from the box, we would never have to do dishes again. Imagine!” the blue-eyed chuckled, getting the bottle from a cabinet and handing it to his friend with a charming smile. He could barely see Dallas’ silhouette, the moon being their only source of light on the apartment. Out of nowhere, and to his amusement not for the first time in his life, Dallas reached out to grab his shirt and pressed his lips against Alex’s, except this time the kiss was more passionate and hungry and raw than any other they had drunkly (and soberly) shared. The special agent kissed his friend back, trying to match his intensity for a couple seconds, Dallas’ hands trapping him against the fridge whilst smothering him with all his weight as Alex’s head hit the metallic door, making him groan in pain. Almost immediately, his best friend broke the kiss to look him in the eye. Almost on cue, both males began to laugh uncontrollably, Dallas’ hands dropping to the sides as Alex pressed his own hand on his head “You sure you don’t like guys, dude? That was hot” his friend teased, making the blue-eyed smile “It was hot. But you couldn’t handle this, pal. But hey, get me more drunk and we can discuss picking where we left off before causing myself a concussion” Alex joked, winking at his friend.