gay(?) fuck buddies who fall for each other (O/O)

(it's all good
you still gotta make a response tho)

(Kk)

M led the way to his home quite literally up the hill from the local lake. It was large and grand that was pure white with brown brick-pattered arches and a large porch and backyard pool. He opened the door to a neat, clean foyer that was painted a gentle eggshell blue.
“Make yourself at home.”

(sorry I took so long. long day)

Mika blinked, taking in his surroundings for a moment before walking in. M's house was much nicer than his dull old apartment, though M also had a much higher paying job. He tried not to make his fascination too obvious, turning his gaze back to M. "Your house is beautiful."

(That’s ok)

M grinned proudly of his countryhome, looking back at him. “Thank you. I am proud of it as well. Well, to thr kitchen.”

(hey how are we gonna start the fuck buddies thing bc I have no ideas for it)

(Dunno. Drunk lust?)

May I stalk?//

(Mika would have to be convinced to have a drink again lol
and ye you can stalk)

(Lol darn it any ideas?)

(uhhh not really
Mika doesn't even know if he likes guys so he wouldn't make a move
unless he accidentally outed himself)

(Danagaabaif it)

(hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm)

(Hmmmmmmmmmmm)

(I have no fucking idea what to do)

(same)

(I could just have Mika drink anyway, just to make things easier)

(Lol ye okay)

(That’s ok)

M grinned proudly of his countryhome, looking back at him. “Thank you. I am proud of it as well. Well, to thr kitchen.”

Mika nodded, silently following M to the kitchen. Even though he was walking, his eyelids drooped a bit. The effect of the alcohol was started to wear off, and he was remembering how exhausted he really was.

M nosed around his cabinets, setting out some wines and other liquor in search for his yummy little Debbie cakes. He pulled out a battered box, pulled out a white cake and sniffed at it tentatively.

Mika knew he didn't have much time left before he crashed. Maybe 10, 15 minutes. He eyed the liquor, not sure if it would be inappropriate to ask for some or not.

M sniffed another and handed it over, his gaze flitting across Mika’s tired face.
“Would you like another drink?”

Mika took the cake and nodded. "Yeah.. that would nice, actually."

M grabbed out a couple cups with a slight stretch. “Okay, what would you like? Wine? Vodka?”

"Vodka. Definitely vodka," he said. He could feel exhaustion crashing down on him.

M flicked away one of the cups and poured him a half-cup full of vodka. “Here you are.”

Mika took it and thanked him before chugging nearly half of it, disregarding all of the reasons that that was a really bad idea. He hiccuped, then cleared his throat. "Sorry…"

M chuckled softly and sat down in one of his comfy kitchen chairs. “Do not apologize. Would you like any more?”

"No, that's probably not such a good idea," he admitted, now sipping the vodka. It tasted absolutely horrible, like acid and rust, but he was used to it. "I'm a bit of a lightweight and I get kind of… weird when I'm drunk."

“Weird?” M asked softly. “I doubt it. I bet you’re fine when you are drunk. I won’t mind it, though.” He waved a hand and stood to grab the vodka again.

He laughed. "Trust me, yes you would. I get all gay and shit when I'm drunk. But I promise I'll do my best to… not do that."