Anyone up for a gay oxo? (closed)

(I like this one

It made me laugh but it’s not a long term plot)

(Oh, that's super cute! I have a couple ideas for more moments

• bryn decides to bake with zack and it goes… poorly
• someone gets drunk and the other one tends to them
• watching scary movies together and one of them gets spooked so the other one kind of sarcastically cuddles/ mocks the movie to get them to feel better
• they have to go out for some kind of shmancy event (maybe Zack's parents want them to come to something) and they're both not super excited but they still get all dressed up and have a good time

and then once we get tired of that we can have the last moment be Zack asking Bryn to be his mate and them formally getting together.)

(YEEEESSSS. But I wanna do your second one with Zack because he gets stupid drunk a lot and I like that trope a lot)

(Cool! How about we do 'zack gets dumb drunk', then yours, and then either mates or another moment depending on how we feel?)

(Yes that sounds good uwu good job finding stuff)

(aww, thanks so much :)))

(^-^ Alright so)

(Can you start?)

(Yea I guesssssssssssssssssssssss)

Zack had been left alone for one day while Bryn went out with a few Demonic friends Zack introduced to him. Of course it created a lot of boredom for the Demon, who didn’t quite like being alone. After his lunch he went straight to a bottle of liquor he found in the cabinet. It was labeled in Demonish, “Imported from Human Russia with 70% alcohol”.

He drank it all, almost entirely from the bottle. It was good, okay? It was flavored with a type of fruit he liked a lot and he quickly found himself holding back puke on the couch next to the empty bottle.

Bryn liked Zacks friends, he really did, but something about them left him just drained him of all his energy. He'd been looking forward to striking up some kind of teasing argument with Zack and unwinding but something told him that wasn't going to happen. The house smelled like booze and Zack looked like he regretted most of his life decisions. "Jesus Christ, babe. What the hell did you drink?"

Zack swallowed heavily as he bobbed his head back to gaze at the Human, his gaze unfocused.
“Mhmph, hay babe,” He muttered drunkenly, but not standing from his less than graceful place on the sofa as he grinned at Bryn. “How was the… the the thing…?” He definitely knew what he was talking about.

Bryn laughed, toeing off his shoes before he wandered further into the living room. "My 'thing' was fine. How was that bottle of… Oh! Vodka, I like your style." Bryn picked up the bottle and walked it over to the kitchen counter, returning with a glass of water. He pressed it into Zack's hands. "Drink up or you're going to hate yourself even worse tomorrow morning."

“Ugh, no,” He didn’t want to drink anything at the moment as he pushed it back into Bryn’s chest, then got really interested in his hands. He took them and rubbed them gently in his own rough ones.
“Your skin’s… really soft,” He murmured. “Is the rest of you this soft?” He asked sincerely, looking up at him like a child.

Bryn set the water down on the coffee table and had just opened his mouth to make some kind of snarky remark when Zack asked the question. He looked so vulnerable like this, Bryn didn't have the heart to keep up his prickly attitude- not that he'd been using it much anyways these days. Instead, he pulled one of his hands out of Zack's grip and used it to tenderly brush some of the hair off his boyfriend's face. "You're really drunk, aren't you?" he asked instead of answering.

Zack shoved his hands up his lover’s shirt, feeling his soft skin with faint noises of happiness. He leaned forward and leaned his whole face on the patch of skin he exposed, still rumbling happily as he felt along Bryn’s chest. He felt as if he could just fall asleep there.

Bryn squeaked in surprise, jolting as Zack started to feel him up. This wasn't exactly new territory but it also didn't happen often. And Zack almost never instigated. And god this felt nice, even though Bryn knew he was only doing it because he was drunk off his ass. He tangled his hands in Zacks's hair, gently pulling his head away from Bryn's stomach even as he relaxed into the touch. "Zack… not right now, okay? Let's get you to bed first."

Zack’s head fell back with the pulling of his hair, but his hands continued going up to feel all the lines he could. It felt nice on his rough fingers, and drunk Zack liked it a lot.
“Mmm… why not? Your skin is nice.” He strained a little against Bryn’s hands, trying to make it back to his skin with faint gasps of pain as his hair obviously was pulled.

It felt good for a very sober Bryn too. Goosebumps raised under Zack's fingers as he fought to stay fully composed. He winced when he realized he was hurting Zack, releasing his hair immediately, and swallowed nervously. His weight shifted from foot to foot. "Zack, please. I don't like doing this out in the open."

Zack leaned his head forward again and he ran his lips back and forth on a patch of skin, like he was nuzzling it or something. He didn’t seem to hear or be paying attention to his boyfriend as he just felt his skin, his eyelashes tickling his stomach, too. Zack seemed to be having too much fun.

If Zack had been paying attention, he'd notice the way Bryn's lips had pressed into a flat little line of displeasure. He didn't want to push Zack away but he didn't want to keep doing this here and he didn't know if Zack would listen if he said no. In fact, he almost knew he wouldn't. His hands came to rest on Zack's shoulders, pushing lightly. "Zack, I don't…"

Zack whimpered faintly as he was pushed but fell back anyway, his own lips now taught with unhappiness. He snuggled with the vodka bottle instead, disappearing into a lump of flannel and drunk stupidity. Zack would have never done something like that on purpose. Zack had undergone worse that hadn’t been to his consent, so he knew what it was like. Alcohol just made the Demon somewhat more… Human.

Bryn felt the little pit of unhappiness in his stomach grow. He didn't mean to make Zack unhappy, he just… Well, it didn't really matter now, did it? He pulled the vodka bottle out of Zack's grasp and set it on the coffee table. Then, he looped his arms under Zack's armpits and struggled to pull him to his feet. "C'mon, big guy. Let's get you some rest."

Zack was much heavier than he looked, or maybe it was the fact that Zack didn’t want to go. He struggled against the Human, shaking his head.
“I wanna stay… not go…” He mumbled, attempting to hide away into the cushions of the couch, growling faintly as he was pulled.

Bryn sighed and stopped trying to pull. Maybe he could leave Zack here and grab a blanket? But… then they'd have to sleep alone and both of them didn't like doing that. Then again, he couldn't exactly stay the night. The couch was only really big enough for one person laying down and Bryn couldn't be sure Zack wouldn't… do anything while Bryn was asleep. Not if they were all pressed up together. "Why not? What's so fucking attractive about this stupid, vodka stained couch?"

Zack just growled faintly again, already dozing off into sleep. He was curled up in a lump on one part of the couch, leaving the other two cushions free. He’d probably wake up sore and hungover the next day, both of which were not a good mixture. He ignored the Human and hid into his flannel, still hooting and growling as a response to his frustrated question.

"Oh… fine" Bryn sounded weary, and he settled onto the free cushions with a sigh. He's sleep here, no matter how worried he was. Better to be afraid with his safety blanket then unhappy without him. "Be unhappy, I'll be here for you in the morning when you're reasonable. And could you at least drink the damn water? Please?"

Zack growled again and didn’t move from his spot. He was acting as if Bryn was threatening to poison him with said water because there was no way he was drinking it. But soon he fell asleep to just ignore his Human, and he woke up early the next morning (the usual time he woke up) with a throbbing headache. He groaned faintly and uncurled slowly, stirring a little.

Bryn had grabbed a pillow and some blankets from upstairs to make Zack a little more comfortable and then spent the night on the floor. He was sleeping there now, one hand reaching up to the couch to hold Zacks. There was a bottle of aspirin, a cup of water, and a note that said I hope you know what to do with these now that you're sober sitting on the coffee table.

Zack gave his left hand for the Human to hold as he took three aspirin and drank the whole cup of water. He stretched out on the couch with a faint noise of pain as his old bones rubbed against each other. He didn’t like being sober. He would rather be stupid and drunk than expertly aware of everything around him and sober.

Bryn wasn't really a morning person and it took him a while to wake up when he hadn't had to deal with a stinking drunk version of the man he loved the night before. He clutched at Zack's hand desperately, straining for more contacts even in his sleep. Normally he would've just curled up with Zack on the couch but last night had scared him and he wanted a couple boundaries.