cw: alcohol abuse
Miles came into the apartment, his arms full of groceries. He shut the door behind him with the back of his heel.
The lights were off, and there was a stink in the air that set Miles’ teeth on edge.
Narrowing his eyes, he picked his way through the mess to the kitchen, where he found Nick slumped forward on the kitchen table, head in his arms, beanie limply falling over his face.
There was an empty bottle on the table next to him.
“Tch.” Miles looked down his nose at the drunkard, and placed the bag of groceries heavily down beside his head.
“Nhhh,” Nick complained, but he didn’t raise his head.
Miles sighed, and knocked Phoenix’s beanie off his head, grabbing a fistful of his dark hair, and using it to pull him up to look at him.
“Oh, hi, Miles,” Nick grinned at him sloppily.
Miles stared at him, still holding him tightly. “You’re drunk again, Wright.”
“me? Drunk? Psssh. No.”
Miles made a thick noise of annoyance in the back of his throat. “Is that so? Let’s see.”
He bent down and pulled Nick roughly into a messy kiss, all tongue and mushy lips. Nick tastes strongly, and distinctly of wine.
He pulled him away and let his head drop back into his arms on the table.
“You taste like wine, Wright.”
“Oops.”
Miles shook his head and leaned against the table. “What the hell are we going to do with you?”