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Occasions like those were pretty rare around there – especially for a high schooler. Every adult is was righteous and responsible, as if a few glasses of beer could kill him. Yet they send those kids on expeditions dealing with way more dangerous stuff. Some alcohol is not gonna hurt like being stabbed in the neck does, that's for sure.

Also, Gojo felt old enough. He's done plenty of stuff only adults do, he didn't really see a difference between him and them anyway. They're on the same level! So it was definitely about time he tried some of this stuff everyone loses their heads about.

It was a night out, together with some of Shoko's non-sorcerers friends in a restaurant that's more similar to a pub. Most of them were older, most of them brought even more friends, and none of them knew him.

Gojo felt a little bit awkward between them. He sat stiff, kneeling on the floor, his posture way too polite for the occasion. He scanned everyone else's attitudes, more casual, less caring, and anxiously did his best to look like them.

Geto sat at his left, Shoko a few seats away with her other friends. It was one of his first times ever, surrounded by people who had no idea who Gojo Satoru was. It felt freeing. Yet still embarrassing, not knowing anyone.

Gojo searched Suguru's eyes for reassurance, and to his terror he looked fine. He knelt comfortable, not caring about new people, his posture at ease. He looked good, Gojo envied him.

Things went better after some time, the others were nice people, chatting with anyone they didn't know. Conversation struck especially with the girl sitting in front of them, who eyed Gojo in particular.

She offered a sip of her beer to him after the food, noticing how intensively he was staring at her glass. She laughed friendly at him, remembering how alluring alcohol was for her when she was younger and eager to try. She knew, so she didn't ask him about his age.

Gojo's eyes lit up as soon as he had the glass in his hands – his face didn't scrunch up much when he tasted the beer, a bit to the girl's disappointment.

    «Uh... not sure if I like it» Gojo muttered, not loving the bitterness.
He offered it to Geto instinctively, taking him a bit by surprise. He gladly accepted anyway, their fingers brushing clumsily as they passed the glass.

    «Not bad» Suguru said, gaining a laugh from the girl who offered.
Gojo took the glass back, gulping bigger sips one after the other. Geto stole it back, drinking some more too, like a childish race.
    «Enough guys! Hand me the glass back» She commanded, and they obeyed.

    «Hey, Suguru» Gojo whispered, pulling at his friend's sleeve, his cheeks reddening already. Geto thought the color suited him. Satoru got closer to him, a hand to the side of his mouth, ready to whisper him some secret. So Suguru gave him his ear, hot breath as Gojo spoke, sending shivers down his neck he had to ignore.
    «Hand me the menu... Let's see if they have some liquor here.»
    «Didn't you say you didn't like it? Also they're not gonna take your order.» Geto scolded him – was this his plan all along?
    «I'll find a way! And it's just beer. It even smells kinda weird. Do they have sake? Or some wine?» Gojo giggled, close to him, his words for Suguru's only. His partner in crime.

Geto sighed quietly and gave in. He was just as interested as Gojo was, or maybe, just as always, it was him leading Geto into doing certain things he knew he shouldn't. He grabbed the closest menu he found to his hands and they opened it together, totally not looking suspicious as they hid their face behind the pages.

The room got messy, plates and glasses all over the place. People were raising their voices while chatting, alcohol hitting in, moving their arms as they ordered more and more, and if not from their table then the mess was coming from the others inside that cramped restaurant. It was good, convenient, almost comfortable.

There was a whole list of drinks neither him or Gojo had ever heard of. They whispered and looked at each other, whispered more and agreed to only order drinks with the most familiar names, scared of being out of place, and drawing attention.

    «So! Everyone! Who's gotta order some more?!» Yelled the guy sitting next to Gojo, a bit tipsy, with the waiter awkwardly standing next to him with a pair of tired eyes. Gojo had not seen many people drunk, but looking at one right then made him even more curious, craving to know why your words became slurred and why those people seemed so happy.

People yelled from all over the table, and the guys couldn't quite catch all the orders. Geto and Gojo repeated some for him to tell the waiter, with Gojo sliding in between the orders some of the names they read from the menu.

    «Daaaamn, who got the soju?! I'm not gonna clean anyone's puke tonight..!»
The guy commented. The soju was Geto's choice, who said "this should just be Korean sake, and sake is good". Gojo smiled awkwardly, muttering a «I don't know their name, sorry» to the guy and its inspecting look.

The chattering of the place lulled Suguru's ears comfortably, the dim yellow light of the place making him not feel tired besides the time. He felt in the mood to smoke, but knew Gojo wouldn't want to tag along. He looked so excited, like a little puppy, waiting for the magic liquor to arrive and to test its effects. Everyone else was drinking anyway. It kinda made him want to try too.
Even the girl who offered her beer had long stopped paying attention to them, leaving no one interested in what were those two young looking boys doing, when their orders arrived.

Gojo was grateful he insisted on changing from their uniforms before coming here, the idea of drinking blooming in his mind as soon as Shoko said they could tag along a few days prior. His plan to get a bit drunk had to go smoothly, his only chance before who knows when again, so no one could know they were still in high school and send his plan to smoke. Plus, he particularly enjoyed seeing Geto in casual baggy pants, hugging his legs a little more tightly, and the white button up shirt matching his made his chest look really nice. A bit more muscular than he was. He stared often, out of envy.

He happily opened the bottle of soju and poured it into both his and Geto's water glasses. You know, to not look suspicious.

Suguru grinned at him, eyes thinner just like the way he does when he smiles, and Gojo grinned back, satisfied of his little mischief. They counted to three, then both drank the transparent liquid.

It burns, it's hot, and it slides down Gojo's throat without excusing itself for sending all his insides in flames. It feels funny when it hits the mouth of his stomach, slowly making its way inside his tummy. It burns a little less down there.

Actually, Gojo almost choked on the taste, needing so much effort to force himself to hide his disgust: he gasped for air. He searched for Suguru's eyes but fund him gulping down the entire glass as if it truly was water, much to Gojo's stupor.

    «Bleagh!! Suguru how do you–?!»
    «It's really not that bad.» He answered back, calm and collected. And even if it was, Geto was well used to things that taste way worse than this.

So, it became a contest in Gojo's mind, one that he absolutely could not lose. A small, warm vase with sake came between their hands, and in their little challenge they stole two shots of it to its right owner. They juggled it down, the heat blooming in their stomachs a whole bunch seconds after swallowing. The fact that it was hot made the taste even weirder, and they gave each other a confused smirk.


But it was fine.

Gojo was feeling okay. His mind was clear, pretty much, maybe just a small headache building up to the back of his head. Words were just slightly more difficult to make. But it was fine. It made Suguru laugh, and he's pretty when he smiles.

Geto was feeling okay. He felt his legs turn into jelly under his skin. But it was okay. Maybe he was drinking a little too fast though, the burning in his stomach was making him nauseous. He doesn't want to lose the challenge to Satoru, but he definitely didn't want to be remembered as the one who puked on the table either.

Then everything was spinning so much, and Gojo's memories begin to miss out. As if some things never happened, and as if not even his six eyes could keep up. It felt frightening, to not see his usual way, but Geto was there with him, and he was the only thing he could see clearly, so it was fine. He could do it.

Geto felt his mind become slippery. As if there was a perpetual wall around his thoughts to contain them, and as if sudden wall just disappeared. He had access to all of his thoughts, lucid and clear. He looked at Satoru, slightly rocking himself back and forth on his seat. Such a kid. He put a hand on his chest to stabilize him.

    «You'll end up falling» He muttered. Satoru gave him a weird look, with eyes he had never seen. As if he wanted to say something. Suguru slid his hand from Gojo's chest to shoulder, just because.


It made Gojo blush. Or maybe it was the liquor. He sipped some more, but the headache was stinging and bothering him way too much. He sleepily made some room for himself on the table, pushing plates and glasses away and resting his head on the wood, no arms to soften it up. He laid down, smiling at Geto.

Gojo was red, completely red. Geto lost himself staring at Satoru's unusually red skin. The tip of his nose, and cheeks, red clashing with his blue eyes. It hasn't been that long since they've started drinking, how was he so red already? Even his ears were painted. And all the way down to his neck too.

Geto's mind felt slippery. The thought of how Satoru was probably red down his chest, maybe the redness spreading even lower, slid in without shame. He intrusively imagined him bare for a second — would the redness reach his belly? Of course it would, with that pale skin. Was it sensitive? The kind of skin that immediately gets stained with hickeys as you suck it?
Suguru didn't push the fantasy away. He smiled back at him.
    «I woon. I drank more. Than you» Satoru said. And laughed. Geto ruffled his hair.
    «Wrong. I won. You're just drunk.»
He felt touchy.


There's a rustle in front of them, and someone whistles at something. Satoru ignored all the mess and closed it out of his mind, closing his eyes. His mind was heavy, seeing things without his six eyes was so tiring. At least Geto was there.

He's not sure, thinking back at it he probably fell asleep for a moment or two. When he opened his eyes again, not knowing how much time had passed — he saw a Suguru captivated by something in front of him. His friend turned to him, then gestured for Gojo to take a look too at the scene.

There was a girl, pulling at a guy's tie and kissing him deep without a care in the world. When they parted after some time, she licked her lips satisfied, then threw him away on the floor like a used toy, then clawed at the woman next to her other side: the same scene all over again.

Suguru felt heat bloom somewhere in his body. He was hypnotized, and felt a bit ashamed for staring so unashamedly .
Gojo stared from his awkward position on the table, brows frowned in confusion. Tongues didn't make sense! Why were people happy for them?! They were making out in front of everyone! That should be private! He wanted to try it too.
Suguru wasn’t any better. He always got kind of desperate when watching certain scenes, control slipping out of his grasp as projection got the best of him. He felt so dizzy and free he wasn’t sure he’d be able to contain himself this time. Anything, anyone. Just to feel it for once.

    «Get a room!» Someone shouted, laughing followed, the scene not stopping.

    «Did she break up with her boyfriend again?» Someone near them asked, and Geto eavesdropped curious.

While Geto wasn’t looking, the woman paused her deeds to catch back her breath, and casually made eye contact with Gojo across the table. He was pretty, pale skin, reddened cheeks, unusual hair and big blue eyes, staring marveled at her doings. She was drunk, and horny, mumbling a “Do you want it too?” while pointing first at her own lips, then at Gojo. He nodded in awe. She happily got up, and wobbled all the way around the table as she headed to his seat.

Geto wasn’t not sure how, but when he took his eyes back to what was happening in front of him the girl had disappeared, her two victims talking careless to the other people around. How could it be so normal for them? Was this how things worked between older people? What about feelings, about liking someone?

    «You, pretty boy» she reappeared again, dangerously close to Suguru’s ear. She knelt next to him, eyes all on Gojo even as she used Geto’s shoulder as a help to sit down.

    «Hi...» Satoru greeted her shy.

    «So? Ready?» She asked, putting both of her hands on his shoulders, and Satoru reddened even more, if possible. Suguru watched speechless, somewhat angry. What the fuck was going on?

    «I’ve never… Uh…»

    «Satoru?» Suguru couldn't stop himself. How could something so big happen so suddenly without a word being said to him? He felt betrayed. He didn’t want Satoru to want her.

The woman sensed something interesting going on. An unsaid tension, maybe, with two young “ just friends” boys . This could be fun, she thought. She felt like doing Cupid's work that night. S he, however, wanted payment too.

    «You’re really handsome too. What’s your name?» She asked, curious to see if the same reaction surged in the white haired boy too.

    «…Suguru.» He took the bait. The woman felt Gojo stiffening his muscles under her touch as he watched his friend’s interest rise up.

    «Have you ever done this?» She asked, eyes alluring, knowing damn well she wasn’t going to be refused.

    «A few times.» He said challenging. It wasn’t a lie – he had had something, in his last year of middle school, but always refused everyone since Jujutsu High, so it had been some time. He probably was a bit rusty.

    «Then you can rate how I teach your friend a few things. Deal?» She declared, hands rising up to hold Satoru’s cheek.

    «Deal.» He said back, face serious. Gojo had no idea the fuck was going on. He didn’t want Suguru to want her, but he knew he was in no position to feel that way. Whatever. Maybe he’ll be angry later.

He doesn't remember how, but his mouth became busy with something new. The girl had interrupted his thoughts, grabbed Satoru's face and leaned in. It was fast, quick, and took him by surprise. Her lips were so soft, and she tasted like alcohol. Gojo was sure he did too. He became too embarrassed to do anything, didn’t know where to put his hands, and so grabbed at the first things he could find: the table with one hand and Geto's wrist with the other. Suguru was still there, with his best friend and a woman they had never seen before that night making out right under his nose. He saw Gojo's panic from there, and he was torn apart between wanting to encourage him and to make fun of him. He wasn't sure of what he was supposed to do, merely following the flow of things happening. Her hand caressed his cheek, thumb pressing on his chin, inviting him to open his mouth more. Gojo felt out of breath, suddenly realizing he wasn't inhaling enough.

She let the boy go after a few movements of her tongue, leaving a peck on the side of his lips to say goodbye, and leaving Gojo panting too. He was so red, and he searched for Suguru’s eyes instinctively, to seek comfort. Geto had a face he had never seen him wear, so he couldn’t get what he meant.

The girl then grab bed at Geto's face in the same way, asking a «Ready?» while staring directly at him. Geto nod ded eager, Satoru quickly put into the back of his mind .
Her lips were soft. And the metal of her piercings was cold against his skin – it was new, he liked it . She suck ed at his bottom lip, and he suck ed at her tongue back when she deepen ed the kiss. Geto swallowed down the knot in his throat. What was going on? She was so pretty. Tasted good, smelled good. Her lips wer e so soft. His kiss last ed longer than the one she had with Satoru. Satoru. Geto could feel him tightening his hold to his wrist.

    «You're very sweet» She complimented him , millimeters away from his lips, giving him some time. A peck to the side of his lips for him too .
    «Now you r turn .» She t old Geto after pulling away. Suguru leaned in again, ready to—

    « Oh no, we had a deal, don’t you remember? It wouldn’t be fair . You have to rate how I taught your friend» She replied , testing their tension.
    «Me?» Satoru asked perplexed.
    «Come on! It's easier if you're just friends.» She added.

The thought went right inside Satoru's head easy and welcomed. Geto also agree d , way too drunk to think. He turn ed his head up , purple brown meeting blue, and his free hand found Satoru's cheek. He lean ed in, Gojo me t him midway.
Suguru’s lips were thinner than hers, and than his own too, Slightly. He wasn't sure. Maybe he needed to check again. Gojo felt his hands sweat like crazy and his heart hammer so hard in his chest it could've broken sternum and ribs. He realized later how he hadn't moved his lips at all, and apologized by pushing in for the next kiss. He took his hand to caress his friend's cheek, a silent request to not back away from the kiss, and Geto didn’t.

His scent different from hers. It was him, it was Suguru, invading all of his senses. Gojo felt dizzy with so much feeling and his six eyes not there at all .
Suguru deepened the kiss, tongue subtly wetting Satoru's bottom lip. He liked how kindly he was asking, exactly like Suguru would. Satoru wanted to accept, yet suddenly not sure how.
    «Open a bit more...» Suguru whispered on his lips, then did the same thing the girl did with him — he pressed a thumb to his chin, forcing his jaw wider. He tasted a lot like alcohol and just a bit like Suguru. It was a shame, his taste overshadowed like that. Maybe he just needed to dig further down.
    «...and... tilt your head...» This was new. Satoru tried to do everything he was told, struggling to keep up. He was kind of getting it, but Suguru ran rabid , pushing more and more — he felt like he was going to be eaten alive.

    «Mmff— Wait, wait, too much» Satoru halted, Suguru backing off. He had a weird face Satoru had never seen. He caught his breath back.
    « Backing out already ?» Suguru whispered mean , still so close, sharp eyes cutting through his skin. Gojo ran a hand on his neck, finger playing with the base of Geto's hair.
    « No .» Then pressed his lips again.

    «Woah» The woman commented shocked. She had sensed they only needed a little push, but still didn't expect so much enthusiasm.

Then Satoru remembered what he was supposed to do, to show he’s a fast learner, that he’s good in all he does, so he tried to do the thing he had liked a lot, one that the girl did to him with her tongue when they kissed. He wasn’t sure he was doing it right. Why couldn’t he feel like he had the situation in his hands? His scent is confusing him. The more they kiss, the more Satoru is sure can taste a bit of Suguru’s real taste. He was right, he just needed to dig some more. He wants to find and take all he can.

And he likes him. He likes him so much. Gojo likes Suguru so much. He was kissing him and he liked it so much. He was drunk, uncoordinated, messy and sloppy, he knew that besides his efforts he wasn’t giving the best kiss in that moment. But it was Suguru, and having his lips on him was so much better than anything else. And Satoru knew had always known, yet never allowed himself to think too seriously about it. But now, now he had proof. Because it was proof, right? The way Suguru was kissing him as if he was about to devour him.

Not just the deal, right?
The seed of doubt sprouted roots inside Satoru’s heart. Would’ ve Suguru kiss ed him if they weren't so drunk, with that girl making them put on a little show, without the pressure of being good at making out in their heads ?
Gojo isn't so sure. Maybe he want ed more from him, and maybe he'll keep wanting more when sober. But now he can't think: he felt himself slipping, lips pressing so nicely with Suguru's, it was enough for now. He ha d to do his best, ha d to kiss him better. To show off a little.

Everyone could see them, and none of the two cared one bit if others did . Even t he girl had only watched them for the first ten seconds, then quickly left them be, satisfied and well aware of the fuse she had just lit.

Suguru took Gojo's hand, the one that was squeezing his wrist. He place d it on his thigh, caress ed Satoru's knuckles as an encouragement. He could feel Satoru tense up, a small whine suffocated between lips. Geto shift ed a little, breaking the kiss and aiming right at Satoru's neck, lips pressing to his skin. Gojo could feel himself die. He tried to make his hand slide further up Geto’s thigh, impatient to touch more— was he allowed to? Did Suguru want him to touch-

    « Ew, you look like you’re about to fuck each other » Laughter, and a scolding from a girl walking behind them. H er familiar voice sent a jolt of electricity through their bodies and pushed them away from each other — they felt mortified!

    «Oh no, no, please continue! I just wanted to ask you if you were down for a smoke, but I see you're busy.» Shoko added, twisting the knife in the wound while shaking her pack of cigs with a silly smile on her red cheeks.

Geto cleared his throat nervously, patting his pockets.
    «Uh. Yeah. I'm coming.» Geto said, pretending nonchalance and looking for his stuff. He tried to get up quickly, but his legs felt like jelly. Was it the alcohol or Satoru's effect? He wasn't sure.
Gojo never joined them, since he doesn't smoke, and the a ir they created has never been pleasant to breathe: yet Satoru would rather die than sit alone at that table, especially after what he did. He felt everyone’s eyes on him, shame creeping inside him, right through the same cracks dug by the seed of doubt’s roots. He needed to get away. And wanted to go home.

Suguru stretched out his hand for Satoru to grab, and Gojo’s drunken mind felt the happiest he ever could. Suguru wasn’t going to leave him there!
He like d that of Suguru. He felt like their minds worked together. As if their gears clicked into perfection.

So, they escaped the cramped restaurant, filled with their own embarrassment. The air outside felt amazing, cold seeping in through Gojo's lungs, freezing his nose.

He still felt giddy from – alcohol, of course, and nothing else. The heat Suguru lit on his lower stomach was definitely not keeping him warm anymore.

His dizziness made the lights of shops at night look even prettier to his eyes – and then his daydreaming got suffocated by puffs of smoke near him.

Gojo had always disliked the smoke, but had never complained too much. Not even when he could smell it on their clothes, their hair, or their mouths. Suguru's mouth. He had wondered, more times than he'll ever admit, how his lips must be stained with that bitterness. How bad they'd taste.

    «You all smell» Gojo said, hiding his nose in the high collar of his coat. Shoko and a few other girls Satoru doesn't know chuckle at what he said. They all knew Satoru tagged along only because of the dark haired boy. They could all see them, how closely they lingered to each other, how it seemed that if they touched again, then some sparks might light up and burn.

Even staring felt like too much. They avoided each other's eyes as much as possible, embarrassment heavy on their cheeks. And to make things worse there was the fact that Shoko saw them, and that she kept making weird faces and a mocking smirk in their direction.

    «Don't let passive smoke hit your eyes, it'll make you dizzy as fuck.» A girl almost as tall as Satoru said to him.
    «Too late... I already am...» He complained.
    «Try smoking one, it helps for me.» She suggested.

Suguru raised an eyebrow in agreement, Satoru attentive to his every movement. Geto turned the cigarette in his hand with a weird motion, then offered it, ready for the drag, right from his fingertips. Gojo leaned in, smoking from Suguru's hand, making sure to press his lips against his skin.

He tried inhaling deep but got cut halfway by his cough. Yet he felt better. Awkwardness with Suguru finally dissipating.

    «Seriously, get a room.» Shoko said, alcohol making her say all the things she usually only thought. It felt nice, to have her head a bit lighter. She tried to pretend it wasn't like that, but she knew well it was almost time for everyone to go home, and yet she really didn't want to go back to the dorms. Shoko liked being here, with her other friends she was gradually losing every contact with. But at least she was far, far from being just a third between two who loved each other way more than they loved her. But that was a thought for the morning after.

Gojo had glared at her for that comment, taking another drag in, doing his best to suffocate his cough, and kissing Suguru's fingers better. It was a new competition, in his head.
Shoko smoked, and drank a lot that night, as if she was used to this. She always felt more... distant. Mature? It's a difference Gojo can't quite point out. But he's a grown up too, so he'll show how he can handle it just like Shoko.

Meanwhile, Suguru completely ignored her teasing: a bit because he was still embarrassed and a bit because he only had eyes for Satoru in that moment. Then he took a drag for himself, pressing his lips to his own fingers, right where Gojo just did. It felt underwhelming, to search for an indirect kiss right after discovering how the real deal felt.

Geto could feel his courage trembling, winter air freezing the tip of his nose, cold slightly sobering him up too soon. He wanted to drink a bit more, to feel that warmth again, and possibly to steal a few more kisses. He wondered if he was allowed to have more before the night ended.
He decided to do his best. To take all that Gojo would offer him.

Embarrassment had been too loud in their heads once they sat back at the table, after that smoke. Geto felt too many eyes on them, but maybe it was all just an impression of guilt of his – amplified by his drunken mind and shame for doing something so intimate out in the open. He sighed at himself, too tired of always thinking so much: it wasn’t even intimate, it was just a meaningless dare, him and Satoru being dragged in a weird game by someone else who way more responsible for what happened than they were. Yeah, exactly. He needed a few more drinks to convince himself of his thoughts.

Gojo sipped some more too, waiting for Shoko’s friend to get everything ready to take them back to the dorms. Just some more sake, not as good now that it wasn’t warm anymore. With his pride erased by wine, he sleepily kept thinking about kissing Geto, and maybe he needed to focus on something else if he wanted to move on. Yet he kept looking at Suguru not so subtly, as if waiting for a new chance. He leaned on him, head resting on his shoulder, seeking comfort and groaning as hiccups tormented his diaphragm.

Suguru mindlessly put his hand on Satoru’s leg, thumb circling to console his friend’ s spasms . Gojo felt pleasing shivers right from his touch: he quickly fantasized of the hand reaching further up, like he almost managed with Suguru . Like a dream, he thought of Suguru touching him without embarrassment and how good it'd feel, of letting his voice out right on Suguru's lips, of him wanting him too and – he was seconds away from getting hard. There, with all those people still around. He needed a bathroom.

He gulped down his last glass and held on tight to Suguru’s arm, a closeness new even for them — and yet not unwelcomed , asking “Can we go home?” in a whine. Geto answered with a sweet yes, and Gojo giggled silly, heart fluttering at the feeling of acceptance .

Later that night, Gojo had kissed him again. It happened as soon as they set foot in Suguru’s room, Satoru holding his friend’s face and diving in – were they friends? Of course they were. He kissed him better that time, his tongue getting the hang of what it was supposed to do. Suguru held him close with his hands, pulling him in and then pushing him against the door, immediately pressed on him. It felt good. Suguru felt his years of self imposed chastity towards their friendship dissolve over how pretty Satoru was. But that was a problem for future Suguru, the sober one, the one Satoru isn’t biting on the lips.

Geto knew it would happen. He had felt his strength diminish more and more, acceptance of how much he liked his friend dominating all of his thoughts. And as if Satoru knew, he had been on him testing all of the patience he could find. Gojo himself remembers snuggling himself close to Suguru in the backseats of the car for the entire ride home, hugging his arm, radio music covering the wet sounds of Gojo lapping at his neck. Suguru had stayed still, shaky breathing but letting him do, with Satoru unbuttoning a bit of his shirt and sucking at the skin over his collarbone. He had finally found a part of him that tasted more like Suguru, like he imagined he would, not like their kiss poisoned by alcohol.

Suguru was gripping a bit hard at his thigh, not too much. His pinky finger exploring a bit of his inner thigh, but never close enough. Geto still had some decency. They were in a car, three other people on board, with Shoko sitting next to him, even if she wasn't paying attention. A pair of eyes kept meeting Geto's through the rearview mirror. The woman driving them home kept an eye on them through it , worried they might touch too much inside her  car. So Geto held back.

He had grabbed Gojo's thigh hard as a way of telling him to slow down, yet still searched him with his fingers, a sign of appreciation for the service he didn't have the strength to refuse. Geto had felt his concentration slip away every time Gojo's tongue slid on his skin between the wet kisses on his neck. It sent such nice shivers all the way down his body, and he wanted more. Gojo's lips. His pretty lips kissing him and making him feel so good. He did his best to contain himself, to not go crazy and fuck him where he shouldn't. “ Should I do it in the first place?”

But at home, safe and hidden, Suguru kissed him back just as eager, and maybe even more, not giving Satoru's inexperience time to breathe. He put his hands on him, touched anything he could, clumsily taking off clothes without a care in the world. He only needed to touch him, to have him close, to give in to all those times Satoru show ed up in his mind when he was touching himself. Satoru, Satoru, Satoru  — h e needed more. Geto pushed harder in the kiss, Gojo's head bumping on the door. He felt a hand press on his chest, on his collar, fingers pressing ominous on his throat.

Satoru found a way to break free from the kiss, and to breathe. Suguru attacked him at the neck, biting in revenge for the ride home. It sent his body in flames, even more than it did at restaurant. Too hot. He felt too much. Satoru felt his knees weak all of a sudden, and unable to stand he crumbled down, much to Suguru's alarm, catching him in time.
    «Are you okay..?» Suguru asked worried, hunger temporarily put to the side. Satoru mumbled a sweet mh mh, reassuring his friend. Just a bit overwhelmed. He snuggled in their uncoordinated hug, asking nicely if they could lie down. His voice made Geto’s legs just as weak. They tried clumsily to reach a decent spot inside the room, but both gave up on the entrance step, the floor suddenly comfortable enough.

    «Suguru...!» Satoru chuckled, snuggl ing right in Geto’s arms, him settling in with a few grumps until perfectly fitting there. Both of them on the floor. Gojo kissing giggly Suguru's temple.

Geto thought h e smelled nice. A bit sweaty maybe, but it was nice. Satoru's scent. S kin s o close to his mouth, his lips instinctively pressed for more: curious to taste, and then it became his turn to kiss Gojo's neck — shivers immediately painting his skin.

    «Stoopp... It tickles!!!!!» Gojo laughed .
    «But Ilike youuu» Geto replied. He kissed him more, all the way up to his jaw, then bit the lobe of his ear lightly.
A sweet ahh  left Satoru's mouth with no modesty . He felt Suguru's tongue on him so much, as if he was everywhere. He tried to move his arm but Suguru was on him. He tried to move his legs, but Suguru was there too. It made him aware of how close he was that needy part of him, desperation and warmth growing in his lower stomach at the thought – at how inviting the idea of humping against him a little was.

Suguru kissed all of Satoru he could find. He'd eat him alive if he could — he'd taste so much better than anything else in the world.
    «I want. To kissyou again» He said, slurred.

So, Gojo had kissed him again. Satoru had grabbed his cheeks and opened his mouth, and Suguru dived in. They love it. To kiss so easily.

It's even better now. Geto can touch him without a care about the strangers around. It feels so good, to let himself loose, to listen to all the sweet inhibitions of his drunk head and lick and pant against Satoru's lips. He bit him thinking how pretty Satoru's lips look when reddened. How pretty he looked all the times Gojo bit them lost in thought, how Suguru dreamed of making them red himself. And now it's all his, between Geto's teeth. He'd eat him whole.

It quickly got sloppier than their previous time . As if Satoru wasn't able to keep up with Suguru's craving. He felt his bottom lip wet in spit down to his chin, his tongue struggling to meet Suguru's in a coherent way. But oh how he wanted it. He held Geto in closer, a hand clumsily undoing his messed up bun of hair – letting him loose, just like him, in that moment. He grabbed at the base of his hair, kept his head right there, not allowing him to get away.

His other hand lowered to Suguru’s back, where his shirt and pants met. He slipped under the fabric and touched his skin – boiling hot, smooth, begging to be explored. Or maybe it was Gojo begging to touch Geto. His back, his shoulder, his muscles that Satoru has always been jealous of.

Suguru lifted himself up to quickly take off his own shirt, the motion looking so good to Satoru’s eyes that he giggled embarrassed, looking away. He couldn’t hold his gaze away for too long though, excitement making him fix his eyes on Suguru's every movement. Satoru doesn't know why, but Suguru's shirt was unbuttoned from the top and he looked so good, with straddled clothes. He was so hot. He felt hot. Way too hot.

    «Hooott... Hooooootttt.....» He complained, his hands clumsily reaching for the button of his own shirt. He managed, slowly, to get the shirt open all the way down — missing a few buttons, but still sighing of relief when his naked skin touched the air. Why was he so sensitive? It was almost uncomfortable.

Geto's gaze could've burnt him alive. His pale skin, his chest flushed red just as he imagined, torso moving so fast with every breath. He felt his knees weak. He had the urge to reach down, to free those few buttons Satoru had missed, only to see him better. It made no sense. They have seen each other shirtless countless times. Why did it feel like a need in that moment?


Gojo whined as he mindlessly let his hands wander further, tracing down between his legs, two fingers reaching and pressing around his length. He whined at the pressure – it felt good, to finally have something touching him there after Geto's hand went so close all those times. He was finally free of getting hard, hand moving clumsily on his own length, Geto watching his little show.

He bucked his hips a bit, grinding against his palm, and relieved breaths leaving his lips.
    «Satoru» Geto called for his name. Gojo took a few seconds to register and answer back, everything rushing slowly, then he smiled dumb with his name on his lips. Suguru threw himself back on him in an instant, lips locking again.

Gojo sighed exaggeratedly when Geto lowered his hips to meet his own. Sweet, sweet friction making Satoru's head fly high in pleasure.

No, it's not it. Gojo wanted that thing with Suguru's hand, teasing his thigh and making his stomach flutter with butterflies.
Suguru, Suguru, «Suguru–»
A mumbled "mhh?" came out of Suguru's throat, the sound immediately swallowed down Satoru's stomach.
    «Hand, your hand» He panted miserably and struggling to speak, Suguru not giving him enough air to.

Suguru doesn't know with what kind of inhumane strength he managed to pull his hips away from him, sweet pressure too intoxicating to think straight, but he did, anything to make Satoru feel good. So he forced his hips up, then palmed Satoru's leg, grabbing at all he could find, as if he could taste him through his palm. He wanted it too, to go back to where he left him, with his touch almost there, craving to have Satoru in his hand, to hear him gasp and to stroke him fast. Maybe to have him against his own cock, fucking together into the same hand – god, he wanted it so much, and Geto’s habit could only make him think about that one bottle of lube he had in his drawer, not even five meters away from where they were, and how much better would the wetness feel around them. But no, he couldn’t, there was no way he was going to leave Satoru, not even for a second.

It suddenly felt weird, realization of what he was doing hitting Suguru in the head, of who was included in such a dirty thought. It was fine, and this time it truly was. He wanted it, he wanted to touch Satoru more, to have him more, to do something like that with him. Was he sobering up already? He didn’t want to think too much into it, he just wanted to feel good, and also thought that he would be glad if he’d remembered this clearly. He rubbed his face into Satoru’s neck again, inhaling their mixed scents, grabbing with his teeth, hoping to get drunk again.

Suguru took a bite of Satoru's heart. Or at least that's what Gojo felt like. How good they felt together. How nice their mind worked. Suguru's hand reached for Satoru's length and made him feel in a way not even he knew he could.
It felt so right. To be in his hands.

Satoru's mind was wandering away in his love for his friend. Will they even be friends? He wants to get fucked so much. He had so many dreams with Suguru in it, guilt pointing a knife at his throat with how much he liked them, for how fast they had made him cum. He already felt close. If Suguru would've kissed him again and put his hand around his cock he'd come in an instant.


So, their connection be damned, it was exactly what Suguru did, as if he had read his mind he kissed him again, sliding a hand inside his underwear. Satoru moaned high and whiny at how that hand grabbed him tight and stroked him slow. Too slow, too slow, Suguru, Suguru he thought, bucking his hips and fucking into the hand, faster, desperate.


Suguru loved watching him so much. His reactions, how pretty Satoru looked and how good he was feeling between his hands. He had felt grateful they had stopped when still at the restaurant, suddenly felt so jealous of Satoru , worried of anyone else ever enjoying him this way.

Suguru did a thing with his thumb, touching that spot on his tip, then whispered "shh... quiet"  right on his ear, the humid warmth of his voice slipping inside Gojo's brain.
    « We’re in front of the door, y ou really don't want anyone else hearing us, right?» He continued.
    «Don't make them hear your voice now. How good you're feeling. Only for me, Satoru?»

Gojo's pretty blue eyes rolled up, Suguru lapping at his lobe again,

    «Good, feels so good, Suguru..!» He whispered as quietly as he could, voice breaking anyway as if in a cry, and finally, finally it became too much – hips jerking and Satoru coming between Suguru’s fingers, arching his back, whining open mouthed and struggling to breathe. Geto's hand kept moving slow and nice around him, accompanying his orgasm. So tight, so much. Too much.


Geto's hand didn't stop, sensitivity building up so much Satoru kept whining, his voice rising again, so loud Suguru had to kiss him to quiet him down.
    «Suguru, Suguru..!» He panted muffled, a bit pathetic, suffocating between Geto's lips, writhing his hips as he tried to run away from his touch. Geto had one moment of pity, induced by how nice his name sounded right from his lips, and had slowly made his hand disappear from there.

Gojo let out a breath of peace, he felt so good. He could feel Suguru's hand slowly caressing his chest, exploring his skin, still grabbing at any millimeter of flesh he could find. Still craving. Still hungry. Satoru felt, unfortunately, about to slip away, tiredness lulling heavy behind his eyelids. Suguru saw it happen and frowned his brows, displeased. He wasn't done.

Satoru felt something wet and it scared him awake – a weird feeling rushing right where pleasure pooled and stinging painfully. Suguru's mouth was on his chest, licking where he never even considered touching, a new kind of sensitivity presenting itself for the first time. He felt a little bit ashamed, he only thought of this with women, yet pleasure ran so good inside his nerves and alcohol making him so horny he stopped caring about shame of getting bit and sucked on his nipple. Satoru felt like he was going to be eaten alive.

Geto felt crazy. He needed more. Anything, just more. Satoru tasted so good on his tongue, so much better than anything ever could, just like he thought. Or maybe the infinite wait of their friendship made his food taste better with how hungry he was. He needed to have him whole. He kept biting at his chest and palming at his muscles, sucking and playing with the other nipple as soon as the first one felt abused enough through Satoru's distracted moans. He went lower with his head, kissing his way down, tasting the traces of Satoru's pleasure on his stomach.

He took him in his mouth. He made his tongue swirl around the softened tip, Gojo screaming at how sensitive it felt – he never even tried stroking it more after he came when he touched himself alone, yet Suguru seemed way too much into this. He'd take him whole in his mouth, down 'til the base, the heat and wetness so, so comfortable it made him want to cry for how much it also stung. He felt blood run down again, hardness growing slowly as Suguru sucked everything out of him. He cried for his name, grabbing at his hair, encouraging his head up and down while moving his hips, meeting him halfway, the slide and the heat too good to focus on the pain. He felt close already. How long has it been? He tightened his grip and had to stick his tongue out for how hard it was to breathe. Geto let him do all of it. He bucked his hips against the floor, desperate, desperate, desperate for his first orgasm. He has been waiting so long, and was about to gift Gojo his second one. He had to fuck something.

Satoru came shaking, voice high, muscles spasming as Suguru sucked hard and tight through all of it. Too much. Pleasure invading him all. He couldn't breathe.
Suguru acted as if he didn't feel it, he kept sucking, swallowing cum and saliva without a care.

    «Stop... Suguru...» Gojo begged, pain and pleasure both disappearing, numbness invading all of his flesh.
He grabbed a fistful of Geto's long hair, forcing his head to rise up, away from his skin. He needed to breathe. Suguru sucked all he could even while he was being pulled away. Satoru couldn't believe him. He looked so good, face so fucked out, his head so close to his cock, mouth still open and panting heavily, ready to take him in again if let free. Too dangerous.

Satoru pulled himself up to his elbow and dragged Suguru with him. They kissed, bad, wet and tired, Geto still wanting so much.
    «Please... Help me..?» Suguru begged. Gojo was too tired to think, and nodded lazy in the kiss.

Geto was way too quick into turning him around, lowering Satoru’s pants down his knees and then clumsily freeing himself of his briefs, sensitive skin meeting Gojo’s soft thighs. He started humping him, just like a dog, giving his friend no time to think.

    «Wait- wait, Suguru» He said alarmed, turning to face him .

    «What..!»  Geto almost yelled, strained, still stopping immediately.

    «I don't know... I've never...» Satoru mumbled, a wave of insecurity rushing through him in front of all the eagerness Suguru had for him.
    «Anything– Satoru. As long as it's you— please, please» He replied, all red. Suguru felt like a mess. Desperate beyond recognition, long hair falling everywhere over him, composure forgotten.

    « Just your thighs, Satoru, just squeeze your legs» He said , making it sound more like a beg.

S atoru trusted him. He did as he was asked, bringing his knees together on the floor. Suguru felt incredibly grateful for his friend’s strong legs, and muscles. It was just enough, he couldn't help himself from bucking immediately in. He held him by the waist, grabbing at his flesh, still drunk, still hungry.

Satoru felt a new level of embarrassment in their motion, Suguru's thrusts making his body bounce just as if he was being fucked. The mere thought of how they would’ve looked from a third prospective made him almost ashamed of how much he’d like it. It felt weirdly good, to let himself get used like this, to gift him pleasure after Geto waited so patiently while giving it to him.

Satoru pulled him close, giving a strained kiss that didn’t have much of a kiss itself. He still felt Suguru hungry on him, his hips fastening, Satoru doing his best to squeeze around him and give him pressure. He pushed his hips against hi m and slid in so nicely, still mourning the wetness of his damn lube, but it still was more than enough. Suguru tried to hold his voice in, whimpers still finding his way out his broken self control , pleasure flowing warm to fog his brain. Suguru’s face had become a mix of desperation and tiredness, Satoru suddenly gaining the lucidity to praise him.

    «So good, Suguru, keep going» He mumbled, panting just as tired. It turned Geto on even more, way too much. He came in a cry, Satoru's name in his mouth, Satoru himself on his lips. Finally — his whole body tensing and stuttering as he let himself go.

They let themselves fall, exhausted, one on top of the other. Satoru ignoring forcefully the humid mess sticking to him, squeezed between the floor and his abdomen. They had caught their breaths, slowly, and lazily shifted their bodies to a more comfortable position, side by side. Satoru clung to his friend, a sleepy hug that would most certainly get lost in their sleep, and yet they both leaned into its closeness. Then they had fallen asleep, naked, on the entrance floor and still searching for each others.

***

Shivers woke him up. It was too cold, his bones hurt, and a tremendous neck pain hammered on him. He focused lazily on the ceiling, his head hurt a lot. Why did — He was naked. Suguru sit up in panic. He looked at himself. Pants down his ankles and dick out in the open in a pitiful view.

What the fuck did he do to get like this, he thought, then got hit by a truck of memories and it was hurting like hell. He tried to see clearly some smaller pieces. He remembers that he was drunk, did he jerk off as soon as he got back home? No, there's something else, the dinner, the ride home, he was — Satoru.

Satoru. Another truck hit him in the head, a few specific memories so vivid he could feel the touch on his palms. Fuck. What the fuck. What did they do.
Where was he?

Suguru quickly pulled his pants back on and got up to his feet, too fast, almost got kicked down by some dizziness. This wasn't the time to feel sick. He looked around in his room, still trying to piece things together in his mind, memories flooding in with dumb fucking holes here and there. The more he tried to look for Satoru the more he remembered what he did to him — his weight on his tongue and his thighs around his cock. His weight on his tongue. The things he did with his tongue. How he sucked around it — he covered his mouth shocked, heart sinking to his stomach.

    «Satoru?» He said once, voice breaking. He cleared his throat, raised his voice, tried again. He had checked the door, it was still locked, and the keys were still in his pocket — then lightning hit his head, so he rushed to the bathroom.

He was sitting on the floor, head resting on the bathtub, hands on the wc. He didn't leave. Suguru let out a relieved sigh.
    «Satoru? Are you okay..?» He said, crawling next to him.

    «Do I... look okay...» Satoru mumbled pale. He felt nauseous. Suguru asked him if he had managed to puke, but Satoru shook his head. He mumbled how he was about to give up trying, Suguru massaging his shoulder.

    «Hey... How much do you remember?» Geto asked. An annoying ring playing in the back of his head.
    «How much do you remember.» Satoru replied defensively. It made Geto chuckle.

    «I remember... the girl sitting in front of me. And when she sat between us...» Suguru said tentatively. He did not want to admit anything. He felt terrified, yet was trying his best to play it cool. It was fine.

    «The dare she made with me?» Suguru suggested. He had clear memories of everything, until the car ride. Then things got blurry.
    «Uh... Not sure about that.» Satoru lied. If Suguru didn't remember something, then he wouldn't remember it either. And maybe it was better, not to remember it at all. He felt scared, of his own feelings for his friend, of how much he had liked all of it.

    «Mh.» Suguru only said. They then stopped trying to piece together the night before, both too busy trying to hide their own thoughts to notice the other one doing the same. They were probably going to forget about it.


Yet a week after he still needed time. He needed to be alone. He had to push down and seal away every single memory from that night. He had to. He had to ignore how much he liked Satoru even after going so deep. Could he? It was for their sake. To not make things weird. It was just a dare. He could pretend to not remember. Yeah. He could.

Satoru thought the same thing. For their sake, for the most important friendship he had. He must not ruin anything.

They had avoided each other completely (or, as much as they could in a classroom of three with them being two of it): didn't speak, didn't look, didn't sit close, didn't play. Spent all of their free time glued to their phone, talking only with Shoko when the other wasn't talking to her. Or the others. Clinging to whoever was available.

Ieiri liked their little panic-show a lot, and wondered how long it'd take for them to go back to normal. She knew they were too stupid to talk it out, whatever happened. On the phone, she had even made a bet with Utahime about the amount of days they would need. Even Nanami asked Geto what the hell was going on.

    «Nothing, really. Just doing different stuff.» Suguru explained, looking away.
    «Please cut it out. Even Yaga-sensei is starting to get worried. Did you two have a fight? A serious one?» Nanami insisted. Almost pissed off, in a caring way.

    «Uh... There's just. Nothing we need to talk about. Things are normal. There's no need to fret so much about us» Suguru said decisive.
And then, Gojo had appeared in Nanami's sight, right behind Geto and walking stiff towards them: Suguru saw Kento looking at something behind him, so he turned his head.
    «Can we talk?» Satoru said only to Suguru. He looked uneasy, and sweaty.
    «Okay.» Geto agreed with no hesitation.
They disappeared together behind a corner of the corridor and left Nanami alone with himself. He had no words. Just disgust.