"Fiiine.." He relented drunkenly, sucking in a few deep breaths of frigid air.
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"Thank you," George mumbled, leading the horse away from the cobbled main road.
Bailey sighed softly, and leaned down against the neck of his horse.
(was that your idea?)
Stifling a yawn, George glanced down at the other man. "Remind me, how much did you have to drink?"
Nah xD )
"Na'mush.." He replied in a mumble.
(oof sorry)
"Try again," George muttered.
XD! I could make the horse rear back and throw them off )
He looked around as if it took thought. "Some..?"
(lol yess
That way Bailey would fall on top of George, would he not?)
"One more guess…"
O o o o he w o u l d )
"A lot?" He smiled sheepishly.
(XD)
"There we go…" George sighed. "You need to learn more self control, Bailey.."
"Self control…" He sighed, "Can suck my ass,"
George was deeply ashamed by the thoughts that immediately rose to mind.
"Right…."
Bailey lifted his head, accidentally pulled his horse's hair on his way up. Just from worn patience, the horse leapt up on its back feet and threw the two men off.
George landed on his back, hard, letting out a tiny sound of pain. A second later, he felt the weight of Bailey's body crash down on top of him.
"Ohhhhhhhh…" Bailey groaned after toppling onto George, "Equine bastard.." He cursed in a long slur.
George's face turned beet red. He scrambled to get Bailey off of him and roll away, the pain in his lower back reduced to almost nothing beneath the wave of his embarrassment. "Are you—are you okay?"
He looked up at George from where he lay in the snow. "mmmmMmmm," was all he replied with.
Cheeks aflame, he came forward and reached out a hand to help the other man up.
Bailey accepted his hand, but instead of hoisting himself up, he jerked George back down.
George let out a quiet cry of surprise, falling forward and onto Bailey's chest.
He curled both burly arms around him. "Heyyy.."
George's eyes widened dramatically. "B-Bailey?"
"Mm." He grunted, and buried his fingers in George's hair. "I'like.. I like th'snow.."
"Oh—" He swallowed, wondering vaguely if Bailey could feel his wildly pounding heart through all their layers of clothing. "Why—Why are you doing this?"
"Mmn, I'm drunk as ssshit." He laughed slowly.
"I can tell," he replied, forcing the stammer out of his voice. "Do you want me to…. move?"
"No…" He sighed contently. "You're warm…"
"Oh…." was all he could say, his hands trembling ever so slightly.
Bailey took his face. And kissed him.
(ahh forgive me but I have to go
I'll be back in half an hour)
Fireworks exploded in his head, his furiously pounding heartbeat drowning out every single thought in his head except for one—Bailey. Bailey was kissing him. He didn't stop to try and regain his wits, only brought his hands up to the other man's shoulders and kisse dhim back as best he could.