Drunk Kitten, Hot Min

Just then, a small bottle fell out of Benjamin's pocket. It was alcohol he had bought on his way here.

While Tommy was busy being stubborn and shaking here and there, the bottle was also taking steps towards the end of Benjamin's pocket.

Tommy noticed it and furrowed his brows. "What's that?" He asked, pointing at the bottle.

Benjamin quickly stooped down to pick it up, his expression shifting from annoyance to nonchalance.

"Oh, just a companion piece, you know," he replied casually, trying to brush off the situation.

Tommy eyed him skeptically. "Looks like you're fishin' for somethin' beside pipes," he remarked, his voice tinged with mockery now.

Benjamin shrugged indifferently. "Maybe not," he said, his tone ambiguous. "But that's my own trip, is it? Not yours to worry about."

Tommy clenched his fists, feeling a surge of hurt. So, Min would rather not involve me in his business but stick his nose in mine?, then I won't let my guard down.

"Just scoot outta here, plumber!" Tommy snapped, his voice tinged with frustration. "I don't want your services no more."

Benjamin crossed his arms defiantly, a smirk playing on his lips. "And why should I listen to you? This place needs someone who can fix things up properly and I'm the deliverer for that."

Tommy clenched his fists, trying to keep his cool. "I don't care. Just hit the road!"

"I'm not leaving until I'm done," Benjamin retorted, eyes narrowing in defiance.

Tommy's jaw clenched, feeling really annoyed right now. Didn't Benjamin just say he was done?! Now, he's not?!

Benjamin's stubbornness was testing his patience, but he knew he couldn't force him out physically. He took a deep breath, trying to think rationally amidst the tension.

"Aight," Tommy finally relented, voice low and controlled. "But stay outta my lane, man."

Benjamin grinned triumphantly, sauntering further into the apartment, lazily walking around the small space.

Tommy watched him warily, his mind racing with uncertainty about Benjamin's true intentions. Why can't the guy just leave?!

"You want some?" Benjamin proposed, stretching his hand holding the small bottle of booze to Tommy.

Tommy shook his head, hugging himself. He grabbed a cotton sweater by the side and wore it. He was just going to ignore the devil's spawn until he chooses to leave.

Benjamin rolled his eyes. "You're offering yourself up on a platter right? I should come feed you myself? Well, I won't say no to that!"

It sounded more like a threat.

No, never! That would be total trouble for Tommy. "Fine, just one sip, man," Tommy said reluctantly, taking the bottle from Benjamin's outstretched hand.

Benjamin smirked triumphantly, his eyes gleaming with amusement. All his plans are all working, aren't they? Tch!

"Right on! You're on a roll," Benjamin remarked casually, watching intently as Tommy took a gulp from the bottle.

Tommy coughed slightly at the strong taste but managed to swallow it down. "Aight, your content now?" he asked, handing the bottle back to Benjamin.

Benjamin nodded, a satisfied grin on his face. "Cheers to serendipity, kid," he quipped, raising the bottle as if to toast.

Tommy rolled his eyes but couldn't suppress a small smile. He and Min just shared an indirect kiss.

"Yeah, here's to that," he replied sarcastically, already feeling the effects of the alcohol beginning to warm his insides.

Tommy then pushed himself, sitting on the foaming, not so good looking couch. He didn't know why but he really liked Benjamin a lot, as friends though!

Perhaps, it's because he's the only white associating so closely with him, even though he could be a real jerk at times!.. and.. and sharing booze with him.

He looked up at Benjamin to see him walking towards him and then sat on the same couch.

It was a small couch so their bodies were literally sticking to each other's. It was something worth blushing at and so, Tommy took the chance to.

Moments later, Tommy found himself under the influence of the alcohol, his inhibitions loosened and words tumbling out without filter.

He babbled about Billy, recounting unreasonable things he had done in the name of his affection.

"Billy's the one who got me in this bind, man. Now I'm in this crazy place where nobody's got a kind word for me," Tommy mumbled, his words swaying slightly.

"I just wanted him to like me.. no, love me. I thought if he could love me beyond the gaze of my skin and treat me like Min does, maybe I'd... I'd..."

Benjamin listened quietly, realizing the depth of Tommy's feelings. He was first going to play good listener but why did it hurt so much to listen to this cock and bull?!

"You'd have what, kid? And who's Min?" he asked, trying not to let his emotion speak through him as he egged Tommy on.

"Huh? Who's talkin'? Aw Min, Min… is, I don't know, man," Tommy slurred standing up and then leaning against the wall for support, "Billy's always been on my mind, man. I can't seem to shake him loose, no matter how hard I try."

"You're talking a load of rubbish! Shut your gob and sit down!" Benjamin snapped, grabbing Tommy fiercely and then pulling him down to his lap.

Tommy chuckled, the alcohol loosening his inhibitions. "I ain't never lied, man! Min always got that smug look on his face, like he's got a secret I don't know. And them eyes, Lord have mercy, they got me all messed up!."

He stumbled slightly while trying to stand up from Benjamin's laps but caught himself and sat back down, continuing, "I'm hooked on them eyes, man. You know, I'd do anything for them to sparkle my way."

Benjamin raised an eyebrow. "Anything? You'd do anything for that bozo?! What a joke!"

Tommy nodded fervently. "Stop, man! He's hip, you know? I'd go the extra mile to get him to like me. I just want us to be cool, not like them squares who don't get it."

Benjamin took a slow sip of his drink, contemplating Tommy's words while his other hand held Tommy with a strong grip on his shoulder. "He's either blind to your charms or doesn't want to get involved, kid. Just leave the damn guy be."

Tommy's eyes widened, the alcohol heightening his emotions. "For real, man? Be don't even know I'm alive?"

Benjamin shrugged casually wanting to take advantage. "Who knows? Love is a wild thing, kid. Min, Billy, they don't have eyes for you."

Tommy sighed heavily, sinking onto Benjamin's body like he was sinking into his bed. "Yeah, you're tellin' the truth. Maybe I'm just trippin'."

Benjamin rocked his body further, not knowing why he was loving the feel of Tommy's body on his. He didn't want it to end.

Patting Tommy's hair, he said "chill out, kid. Have another drink. It'll all come out in a wash."

Tommy nodded slowly. "Yeah... maybe you're right on." He closed his eyes, letting the alcohol lull him into a hazy state of relaxation as he gulped another.

Benjamin watched Tommy for a moment, gulping saliva as Tommy gulped the drink. This was clearly like temptation to him and he loved temptations, they made him him!

"Hey," he breathed into Tommy's ear, his tone low and buttery. "You're lookin' like a hot potato. Come on, let's peel off that shirt..."