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RP log: Ken & Omi [Complete]
When; Technically, very early on Sunday the 30th.
Rating; Ah, PG? Very mild cussing, and a m/m sort-of-kiss
Characters; Ken (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tomorrowsroad) & Omi (saerux)
Summary; Ken returned from the party on the tipsy side, and winds up going to Omi's bed, instead of his own. Frustration & awkwardness ensues. D:
Log;
The public rest-rooms within the apartment buildings weren't exactly the best place for someone to linger around in - especially when said building sat in the middle of a wild city, filled with who knows what kind of people. Of course many of the citizens were (could? are? ...weren't?) kind enough to offer a helping hand to a not-so-sober young man, but what was Ken to know better of? Thankfully, though, he'd managed to return to the building he and Omi claimed to room in, on his own. He just needed to make a pit-stop at one of the rest-rooms.
A crooked smile broke out across Ken's face as he saw his reflection in the lipstick-stained mirror before him. He would rest against the chipped porcelain sink for a few moments, clearing his head, before he continued on down the hall.
The party itself had been interesting enough. The variety of refreshments was as vast as the diversity in people, and even species (so it seemed), and quite frankly, Ken was rather impressed. Indeed, being in the City was quite a shock from Japan, and his daily (and nightly) lifestyle, but as Omi said: it was refreshing. Ken had a feeling he could get used this place.
After what felt like an hour - though it was less than a minute - Ken finally closed the door behind him, locked it, and after kicking off his shoes, he managed to make it into the bedroom that he and Omi shared. Through a heavily-lidded gaze, and the pleasant buzz that lingered like a cotton-ball cloud, Ken barely thought twice before flopping down upon the bed closest to the door.
"Mmf." Ken frowned in his stupor. Why was the bed so lumpy?
It wasn't like he couldn't handle staying away until the wee hours of the morning. On the contrary, back in his old life, he was required to stay up for God knew how long, sitting in front of his computer, hacking away to get the necessary information needed to complete his group's current mission. Most of the time, he was forced to go on a mission while running on no sleep at all, but despite that, he managed to function normally and efficiently enough to get the job done. All the time. So what made this day, this night of a friend's party, any different from those days?
He couldn't exactly tell what made it different, but maybe that was because his brain had already shut down, and his body was following its lead. Oh yes, Omi was pretty much near the slumbering realm-almost, but not close enough. Half-asleep was what they would call it, but it was enough to make him pretty much unresponsive to a lot of things, especially the tick-tock tick-tock of the City.
Sprawled across his bed, (and he didn't even bother to change into more comfortable clothes) the youth's eyes were close and his breathing was falling into a more steady rhythm. He was so tired today that he was glad he was back here, despite the ticking and all that. The thought of Ken back at that party crossed his mind, but it didn't stay there for long since sleep finally started to wrap him in its embrace. He wasn't about to fight it off either, so he just let it take him up completely.
Unfortunately for him, this comfort didn't last very long since something very heavy just plopped itself on his frame. Normally, Omi would have reacted in a snappy way, having been yanked away from sleep, but since exhaustion was still the driver of the wheel, he settled for a bit of squirming around and a drowsy, "Mmwha? Who-" here, a yawn managed to escape him as he placed a hand on-- a head? "Whossit?"
The bed was warm; at least that much was a proper trait for a bed to have, and Ken nuzzled into the thick, plush comforter as though he just been out in the cold. The part about being lumpy, however, didn't quite fit.
Neither did the fact that the bed was making noises.
Ken blinked a few times, and to his surprise, was able to drag himself out of the slumber he had temporarily fallen into. The faint pressure atop his head made Ken roll over, thus getting rid of it, though it resulted in loud thump! against the wood-paneled floor. Ken's attempts to grab onto the bed before falling, clearly, were unsuccessful.
"O-Owww..." The brunette rubbed his head before doing so to his eyes, as well. Apparently he was lucky, having just barely missed hitting the corner of the bedside table. But even so, the sudden, heavy impact from his fall didn't settle quite right with his body, even if it did help to clear a bit of the haze from his mind and vision. After a few moments to collect what he was able of his thoughts, Ken grasped a handful of comforter and sheets in his hand, and pulled himself back up to a sitting position on the bed. ...Why was it still lumpy?
Ken blinked once again, his eyes scanning the contents of the bed, before spotting a ruffled head of blonde hair. "Oohh!" A grin broke out across Ken's face, though it soon broke with a hiccup. "It's O~mi~!"
Omi was still far away from being alert and wide-awake, because his lips were still emitting one tired yawn after another. One of his hands rubbed his eyes slowly, as a faint attempt to get him to wake up, but that was useless too. Despite his state, he was able to pick up the sounds of someone who obviously didn't enjoy his trip down to the floor, and this was enough to make his eyes blink twice. Was that Ken? It.. really sounded like Ken.
He might as well make sure of it.
"Ken--?" When he called out the other one's name, he tried to pull himself up to a sitting position, but before he could do that, someone-well, Ken sat on him. "Nngh, heavy.." was all the boy could say as this happened, placing both of his hands on whatever body part he could find - which was Ken's waist - so he could start pushing him off.
"Get.. off--" Oh yes, he was beginning to try harder now; it was one thing for Ken to flop down on him, but actually sitting on him after that? Now that went too far. His attention, however, was soon diverted when he heard the person speak again. So it was Ken. "Ken. Get off. Now." Omi tried to make that request sound authoritative, but it didn't really work. At least he tried, right?
Right. So, this lumpy deal was beginning to really confuse Ken, more than it rightfully should. But at least he knew the source of said lump, now!
"The lump was Omi," Ken murmured. If more lights in the room had been on, Ken's expression probably would've made his friend giggle, since it held a serious gaze, as though he was concentrating on a difficult task. The look didn't last for long, however. Ken soon caught on to Omi's request, and shifted once again; thankfully to a different part of the bed, instead of the floor.
Ken rubbed his eyes once again. He didn't have that much to drink, did he? The party was amusing and rather nice, which meant that Ken was able to remember having been there in the first place. That was enough evidence in and of itself. Then again, Ken usually wasn't the type to consume alcohol when at home. That was Yohji's type of thing, and as it seemed, Ken clearly knew that he (Yohji) could hold his alcohol better than himself. It was rather curious, actually; Ken, along with Omi, Aya, and Yohji were susceptible to receiving mission orders at any given time. If they were all inebriated, it obviously wouldn't do.
Ken let out a short giggle as he leaned against the wall for support. His eyes remained closed for a few moments, and he did his best not to slump off to the side. "Aaa...Sorry 'bout that... Om~i~" A whisper of the grin remained on Ken's lips, and upon opening his eyes, Ken passed a lazy glance towards his best friend, a faint slur in his words "...don't hurt as much as I do, right? The floor's mean."
Giggle probably wasn't the reaction Omi would've given had he seen the look on Ken's face as he realized it was the younger one on the bed. It would've been more like a raised eyebrow in confusion, but it wasn't like he saw the expression anyway, due to the non-existent lights of the room. What he did saw was Ken's body changing its position so that he was no longer sitting on Omi's frame. Thank God; the awakening was rude enough without being used as a chair adding to it.
Not that he was really ticked off about being woken up like that or anything; the boy would've just really appreciated it if it didn't happen today. He was exhausted and in dire need of sleep, but now that he was awake again, it really didn't look like he was going to be closing his eyes any time soon.
Now, seeing as his body wasn't a cushion anymore, he took this chance to sit upright to get a good look at his best friend, who seemed to be a little intoxicated. If seeing it wasn't enough, the slurred words would've driven the point home. This certainly made a big question mark appear in Omi's mental mind; he really didn't expect his friend to go on and drink at the party. That was more like Yohji's specialty, right? Definitely not Ken's, or at least, that was what he knew..
No wait. What was he thinking? This was Ken he was talking about. He wasn't that type of person, and that was that.
"It's alright, Ken, but-" His head tilted itself to one side as he observed the other more closely, as if trying to really make sure he was a bit tipsy. That was real pointless though, because he already knew that. "You don't look so good." He changed his legs' position so that his feet were touching the ground, making him able to just as easily stand up and face Ken. "Maybe you should go to bed? Come on." As he said that, he reached out for one of Ken's hands and tugged it, gesturing for him to get up.
"'m fine, though." Ken scrunched up his nose a little. If anyone were to look at him at that very moment, however, they would probably imagine that Ken was attempting to actually get a good look at his nose. With his eyes lowered and his head tilted back to the wall, it was quite a vision. But then Ken winced, and he brought a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose, deciding that, no- he wouldn't try to cross his eyes for too long. It was painful, after all.
A loud yawn ripped through Ken's lungs and body before he could do much else, or give any other response to Omi, and again, Ken's head went towards the wall. This time with a thump!, and another wince. "Aww, shit..." Ken murmured and rubbed his eyes, his hand passing over slightly flushed cheeks.
"Not...tired, either." His hand - and since when was Omi tugging on it...? - hit the bed, emphasizing his words. "Maybe a nap'll do, though," Ken added after a second thought. He glanced to the clock-radio on the bedside table, though the digital numbers looked more like a jumble of lines. The pale blue glow reminded Ken vaguely of one of the drinks he'd consumed earlier.
Omi's suggestion lingered in the air for nearly a minute while Ken's eyes closed. Why couldn't he just fall asleep here? He was already sitting down upon a bed; besides, Omi's bed was warm, it felt nicer. Ken decided, then, he should share the discovery with his friend, and smiled up to Omi through a partially-lidded gaze. "Don't wanna move. Think 'm gonna rest here," Ken confirmed with a nod and a firm tug on Omi's hand. "You shouldn't leave his bed, though. Get back to sleep~"
Omi released a quiet sigh at Ken's first response. "No, you're not," he replied, placing a hand on his own head and scratching a little. The youth managed to get a glimpse of Ken scrunching up his nose a little, and his lips couldn't help but want to twitch up to a small grin. If he wasn't more worried about his friend, he wouldn't have resisted the urge to poke his nose right about now and accompany it with a small beep. But that could wait for another time.
As soon as Ken winced upon the hitting his head, Omi couldn't stop himself from wincing too. It was like a reflex reaction, something he couldn't really stop. The next thing he did, which was basically reaching out to lightly massage the part of Ken's head that hit the wall, was something of a reflex too. "You really should be more careful." He let his hand fall back down on his side, while he kept the other one tugging on one of Ken's.
"And you just yawned. Don't tell me you're not tired." Right now, Omi's brows were furrowed together in irritation. Ken was being stubborn, and Omi wanted to go to bed as soon as Ken was tucked in, but with him being stubborn, it wasn't really going to work. So there was only one way out of this: Omi had to be stubborn too. As he continued to tug on Ken's hand even harder, to the point of having to use both of his hands, he managed to grumble out, "No naps. Sleep now."
"And not on my bed, ple-" His words were cut off when Ken tugged on his own hand, and almost immediately, his eyes went wide. Not only was he undeniably close to the other, but his lips were connected to Ken's too.
Ken didn't know his own strength. Awkward moments ahead, yeah?
Omi's slip-up wasn't exactly planned, and Ken didn't have any sort of magical power that would enable him to turn back time. How was he supposed to have known, anyway? The fog continued to drift along steadily within Ken's mind.
"But I'm already here, right~? Why can't I ju-..." The exact placement of where Omi landed hadn't been predictable, either. Ken, though woozy, managed to retain enough of his trained reflexes to tighten his grip on Omi's arm, in order to prevent the blonde from actually falling. As for their face and lips and, well...
Ken's eyes widened, and for a moment, he couldn't move. His cheeks burned from the alcohol already, at least. What were they doing?! Not that it was unpleasant, exactly, but, well, Ken just needed to... "Mmf!" He suddenly let go of Omi's arm and attempted to scramble backwards, despite the wall being in the way. His thoughts continued their ride on the merry-go-round, however, and he nearly slammed his head against the wall for a third time. Thankfully, Ken caught the slip up before injuring himself.
A few moments slipped by. Ken's gaze was elsewhere for that time, a hand tentatively covering his mouth. And then he laughed. He laughed and turned back to Omi before throwing his arms around his friend, almost slumping against him. "Seeeee, you should just sleep here tonight!" Ken nuzzled into the crook of Omi's neck, closed his eyes, and sighed as though humming a tune. "You're nice and wa~rm~"
What just happened? What just happened? He did not just-he just did-no, he didn't-what did he- well, shit. It didn't help that his brain decided to malfunction right at that moment, shutting itself down as if someone pulled the cord of a computer. All it was good for was storing the different questions that were running through his head right now.
What did he do? What was going to happen now? Was it going to change how they acted around each other?
Well, for one thing, Omi looked like he was more bothered by this than the other. Ken didn't seem like he registered what really happened, because although he did try to scramble away, he ended up laughing anyway-and even nuzzling closer to the younger boy. As if Omi wasn't flustered enough already; his face was starting to gain a nice shade of scarlet, and embarrassment was clearly showing through his deep blue eyes.
"Ken-no-" He placed both of his arms against Ken's shoulders and pushed him away slowly, prying him off his frame. Once he got him off, he placed one hand on his head and let his fingers massage his temples. This was giving him a headache, so he needed to get back to bed. Badly. Releasing a sigh, he glanced over at Ken, who seemed determined not to leave Omi's bed, and then he looked over at Ken's bed. He might as well.
"Alright, fine. You can sleep on my bed. I'll take yours. Okay?" Oh sure, he was avoiding the subject, but that was only because Ken wasn't really in a position to talk about it seriously and Omi wasn't in the mood either. Tomorrow was going to be a different story though.
The impact of Ken's head meeting the wall, on more than just one occasion, was really beginning to take a toll on the brunette; whether the pain was a delayed reaction or not, Ken didn't really care to mull over the thought. All he could comprehend at that given moment were a couple of facts: Primarily, his head was spinning - which lead Ken to feel that perhaps (and only a slight 'perhaps' that was) his system was finally rid of the hazy, intoxicated state. Second, Ken knew he would likely conk out, within moments. The third, however, wasn't exactly something he could fit in with the previous conclusions. He and Omi, incidentally, had kissed. Ken wasn't so sure what to think, except for the fact that it'd obviously been a very awkward mistake. Anything beyond that, Ken's mind couldn't piece together.
Ken frowned a bit, disoriented. "O-....kay," he murmured. He'd since flopped down on the bed; the pillow felt heavenly, and drew a sigh escaped Ken's lips. The thick, plush material worked miracles on dulling what felt like mini-jackhammers at the base of his jaw, and between his eyes. The thought of what would come the next day, well, it hadn't even crossed Ken's mind. Little did he realize how, well... uncomfortable it was likely to be.
"Nn..." Ken murmured aloud. He lifted a hand, despite feeling as though it weighed a ton, and lightly touched Omi's flush cheek. "'s cute. The blush is." Ken's hand flopped back down again. Before passing out completely, he managed a faint murmur of an apology.
Omi managed to grab the comforter before Ken lied down on the bed; what, the boy was thinking ahead. He couldn't really tuck Ken in with him lying down on the blanket. Anyway, when the other finally closed his eyes, Omi allowed himself to sigh again. He felt as if a small part of the weight on his shoulders was lifted, but that didn't really make him feel any better. The city already gave him a lot of things to worry about, incidents with a certain Schwarz included, so he didn't need this to add to that list. Too late to lament about that now though, because it already happened and rewinding time was not one of his skills.
Oh well. Tomorrow; he'd worry about that tomorrow.
Right now he needed some sleep.
He settled the comforter neatly on top of Ken's sleeping frame, tucking him in quietly. When he was done, his fingers went ahead and brushed against the cheek that Ken touched briefly. Unexpected reaction, and-damn it, he wasn't going to start thinking about that now. Off to bed, off to bed was the next and only thing going through his mind, blocking out all other thoughts. His body agreed to, because his legs were already leading him towards Ken's bed, his whole frame settling down on the soft mattress.
As Omi crawled under the covers, he glanced over at Ken's sleeping form one last time, murmuring a quiet sorry before turning his back on him. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and waited for sleep to come.
Rating; Ah, PG? Very mild cussing, and a m/m sort-of-kiss
Characters; Ken (
tomorrowsroad) & Omi (saerux)Summary; Ken returned from the party on the tipsy side, and winds up going to Omi's bed, instead of his own. Frustration & awkwardness ensues. D:
Log;
The public rest-rooms within the apartment buildings weren't exactly the best place for someone to linger around in - especially when said building sat in the middle of a wild city, filled with who knows what kind of people. Of course many of the citizens were (could? are? ...weren't?) kind enough to offer a helping hand to a not-so-sober young man, but what was Ken to know better of? Thankfully, though, he'd managed to return to the building he and Omi claimed to room in, on his own. He just needed to make a pit-stop at one of the rest-rooms.
A crooked smile broke out across Ken's face as he saw his reflection in the lipstick-stained mirror before him. He would rest against the chipped porcelain sink for a few moments, clearing his head, before he continued on down the hall.
The party itself had been interesting enough. The variety of refreshments was as vast as the diversity in people, and even species (so it seemed), and quite frankly, Ken was rather impressed. Indeed, being in the City was quite a shock from Japan, and his daily (and nightly) lifestyle, but as Omi said: it was refreshing. Ken had a feeling he could get used this place.
After what felt like an hour - though it was less than a minute - Ken finally closed the door behind him, locked it, and after kicking off his shoes, he managed to make it into the bedroom that he and Omi shared. Through a heavily-lidded gaze, and the pleasant buzz that lingered like a cotton-ball cloud, Ken barely thought twice before flopping down upon the bed closest to the door.
"Mmf." Ken frowned in his stupor. Why was the bed so lumpy?
It wasn't like he couldn't handle staying away until the wee hours of the morning. On the contrary, back in his old life, he was required to stay up for God knew how long, sitting in front of his computer, hacking away to get the necessary information needed to complete his group's current mission. Most of the time, he was forced to go on a mission while running on no sleep at all, but despite that, he managed to function normally and efficiently enough to get the job done. All the time. So what made this day, this night of a friend's party, any different from those days?
He couldn't exactly tell what made it different, but maybe that was because his brain had already shut down, and his body was following its lead. Oh yes, Omi was pretty much near the slumbering realm-almost, but not close enough. Half-asleep was what they would call it, but it was enough to make him pretty much unresponsive to a lot of things, especially the tick-tock tick-tock of the City.
Sprawled across his bed, (and he didn't even bother to change into more comfortable clothes) the youth's eyes were close and his breathing was falling into a more steady rhythm. He was so tired today that he was glad he was back here, despite the ticking and all that. The thought of Ken back at that party crossed his mind, but it didn't stay there for long since sleep finally started to wrap him in its embrace. He wasn't about to fight it off either, so he just let it take him up completely.
Unfortunately for him, this comfort didn't last very long since something very heavy just plopped itself on his frame. Normally, Omi would have reacted in a snappy way, having been yanked away from sleep, but since exhaustion was still the driver of the wheel, he settled for a bit of squirming around and a drowsy, "Mmwha? Who-" here, a yawn managed to escape him as he placed a hand on-- a head? "Whossit?"
The bed was warm; at least that much was a proper trait for a bed to have, and Ken nuzzled into the thick, plush comforter as though he just been out in the cold. The part about being lumpy, however, didn't quite fit.
Neither did the fact that the bed was making noises.
Ken blinked a few times, and to his surprise, was able to drag himself out of the slumber he had temporarily fallen into. The faint pressure atop his head made Ken roll over, thus getting rid of it, though it resulted in loud thump! against the wood-paneled floor. Ken's attempts to grab onto the bed before falling, clearly, were unsuccessful.
"O-Owww..." The brunette rubbed his head before doing so to his eyes, as well. Apparently he was lucky, having just barely missed hitting the corner of the bedside table. But even so, the sudden, heavy impact from his fall didn't settle quite right with his body, even if it did help to clear a bit of the haze from his mind and vision. After a few moments to collect what he was able of his thoughts, Ken grasped a handful of comforter and sheets in his hand, and pulled himself back up to a sitting position on the bed. ...Why was it still lumpy?
Ken blinked once again, his eyes scanning the contents of the bed, before spotting a ruffled head of blonde hair. "Oohh!" A grin broke out across Ken's face, though it soon broke with a hiccup. "It's O~mi~!"
Omi was still far away from being alert and wide-awake, because his lips were still emitting one tired yawn after another. One of his hands rubbed his eyes slowly, as a faint attempt to get him to wake up, but that was useless too. Despite his state, he was able to pick up the sounds of someone who obviously didn't enjoy his trip down to the floor, and this was enough to make his eyes blink twice. Was that Ken? It.. really sounded like Ken.
He might as well make sure of it.
"Ken--?" When he called out the other one's name, he tried to pull himself up to a sitting position, but before he could do that, someone-well, Ken sat on him. "Nngh, heavy.." was all the boy could say as this happened, placing both of his hands on whatever body part he could find - which was Ken's waist - so he could start pushing him off.
"Get.. off--" Oh yes, he was beginning to try harder now; it was one thing for Ken to flop down on him, but actually sitting on him after that? Now that went too far. His attention, however, was soon diverted when he heard the person speak again. So it was Ken. "Ken. Get off. Now." Omi tried to make that request sound authoritative, but it didn't really work. At least he tried, right?
Right. So, this lumpy deal was beginning to really confuse Ken, more than it rightfully should. But at least he knew the source of said lump, now!
"The lump was Omi," Ken murmured. If more lights in the room had been on, Ken's expression probably would've made his friend giggle, since it held a serious gaze, as though he was concentrating on a difficult task. The look didn't last for long, however. Ken soon caught on to Omi's request, and shifted once again; thankfully to a different part of the bed, instead of the floor.
Ken rubbed his eyes once again. He didn't have that much to drink, did he? The party was amusing and rather nice, which meant that Ken was able to remember having been there in the first place. That was enough evidence in and of itself. Then again, Ken usually wasn't the type to consume alcohol when at home. That was Yohji's type of thing, and as it seemed, Ken clearly knew that he (Yohji) could hold his alcohol better than himself. It was rather curious, actually; Ken, along with Omi, Aya, and Yohji were susceptible to receiving mission orders at any given time. If they were all inebriated, it obviously wouldn't do.
Ken let out a short giggle as he leaned against the wall for support. His eyes remained closed for a few moments, and he did his best not to slump off to the side. "Aaa...Sorry 'bout that... Om~i~" A whisper of the grin remained on Ken's lips, and upon opening his eyes, Ken passed a lazy glance towards his best friend, a faint slur in his words "...don't hurt as much as I do, right? The floor's mean."
Giggle probably wasn't the reaction Omi would've given had he seen the look on Ken's face as he realized it was the younger one on the bed. It would've been more like a raised eyebrow in confusion, but it wasn't like he saw the expression anyway, due to the non-existent lights of the room. What he did saw was Ken's body changing its position so that he was no longer sitting on Omi's frame. Thank God; the awakening was rude enough without being used as a chair adding to it.
Not that he was really ticked off about being woken up like that or anything; the boy would've just really appreciated it if it didn't happen today. He was exhausted and in dire need of sleep, but now that he was awake again, it really didn't look like he was going to be closing his eyes any time soon.
Now, seeing as his body wasn't a cushion anymore, he took this chance to sit upright to get a good look at his best friend, who seemed to be a little intoxicated. If seeing it wasn't enough, the slurred words would've driven the point home. This certainly made a big question mark appear in Omi's mental mind; he really didn't expect his friend to go on and drink at the party. That was more like Yohji's specialty, right? Definitely not Ken's, or at least, that was what he knew..
No wait. What was he thinking? This was Ken he was talking about. He wasn't that type of person, and that was that.
"It's alright, Ken, but-" His head tilted itself to one side as he observed the other more closely, as if trying to really make sure he was a bit tipsy. That was real pointless though, because he already knew that. "You don't look so good." He changed his legs' position so that his feet were touching the ground, making him able to just as easily stand up and face Ken. "Maybe you should go to bed? Come on." As he said that, he reached out for one of Ken's hands and tugged it, gesturing for him to get up.
"'m fine, though." Ken scrunched up his nose a little. If anyone were to look at him at that very moment, however, they would probably imagine that Ken was attempting to actually get a good look at his nose. With his eyes lowered and his head tilted back to the wall, it was quite a vision. But then Ken winced, and he brought a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose, deciding that, no- he wouldn't try to cross his eyes for too long. It was painful, after all.
A loud yawn ripped through Ken's lungs and body before he could do much else, or give any other response to Omi, and again, Ken's head went towards the wall. This time with a thump!, and another wince. "Aww, shit..." Ken murmured and rubbed his eyes, his hand passing over slightly flushed cheeks.
"Not...tired, either." His hand - and since when was Omi tugging on it...? - hit the bed, emphasizing his words. "Maybe a nap'll do, though," Ken added after a second thought. He glanced to the clock-radio on the bedside table, though the digital numbers looked more like a jumble of lines. The pale blue glow reminded Ken vaguely of one of the drinks he'd consumed earlier.
Omi's suggestion lingered in the air for nearly a minute while Ken's eyes closed. Why couldn't he just fall asleep here? He was already sitting down upon a bed; besides, Omi's bed was warm, it felt nicer. Ken decided, then, he should share the discovery with his friend, and smiled up to Omi through a partially-lidded gaze. "Don't wanna move. Think 'm gonna rest here," Ken confirmed with a nod and a firm tug on Omi's hand. "You shouldn't leave his bed, though. Get back to sleep~"
Omi released a quiet sigh at Ken's first response. "No, you're not," he replied, placing a hand on his own head and scratching a little. The youth managed to get a glimpse of Ken scrunching up his nose a little, and his lips couldn't help but want to twitch up to a small grin. If he wasn't more worried about his friend, he wouldn't have resisted the urge to poke his nose right about now and accompany it with a small beep. But that could wait for another time.
As soon as Ken winced upon the hitting his head, Omi couldn't stop himself from wincing too. It was like a reflex reaction, something he couldn't really stop. The next thing he did, which was basically reaching out to lightly massage the part of Ken's head that hit the wall, was something of a reflex too. "You really should be more careful." He let his hand fall back down on his side, while he kept the other one tugging on one of Ken's.
"And you just yawned. Don't tell me you're not tired." Right now, Omi's brows were furrowed together in irritation. Ken was being stubborn, and Omi wanted to go to bed as soon as Ken was tucked in, but with him being stubborn, it wasn't really going to work. So there was only one way out of this: Omi had to be stubborn too. As he continued to tug on Ken's hand even harder, to the point of having to use both of his hands, he managed to grumble out, "No naps. Sleep now."
"And not on my bed, ple-" His words were cut off when Ken tugged on his own hand, and almost immediately, his eyes went wide. Not only was he undeniably close to the other, but his lips were connected to Ken's too.
Ken didn't know his own strength. Awkward moments ahead, yeah?
Omi's slip-up wasn't exactly planned, and Ken didn't have any sort of magical power that would enable him to turn back time. How was he supposed to have known, anyway? The fog continued to drift along steadily within Ken's mind.
"But I'm already here, right~? Why can't I ju-..." The exact placement of where Omi landed hadn't been predictable, either. Ken, though woozy, managed to retain enough of his trained reflexes to tighten his grip on Omi's arm, in order to prevent the blonde from actually falling. As for their face and lips and, well...
Ken's eyes widened, and for a moment, he couldn't move. His cheeks burned from the alcohol already, at least. What were they doing?! Not that it was unpleasant, exactly, but, well, Ken just needed to... "Mmf!" He suddenly let go of Omi's arm and attempted to scramble backwards, despite the wall being in the way. His thoughts continued their ride on the merry-go-round, however, and he nearly slammed his head against the wall for a third time. Thankfully, Ken caught the slip up before injuring himself.
A few moments slipped by. Ken's gaze was elsewhere for that time, a hand tentatively covering his mouth. And then he laughed. He laughed and turned back to Omi before throwing his arms around his friend, almost slumping against him. "Seeeee, you should just sleep here tonight!" Ken nuzzled into the crook of Omi's neck, closed his eyes, and sighed as though humming a tune. "You're nice and wa~rm~"
What just happened? What just happened? He did not just-he just did-no, he didn't-what did he- well, shit. It didn't help that his brain decided to malfunction right at that moment, shutting itself down as if someone pulled the cord of a computer. All it was good for was storing the different questions that were running through his head right now.
What did he do? What was going to happen now? Was it going to change how they acted around each other?
Well, for one thing, Omi looked like he was more bothered by this than the other. Ken didn't seem like he registered what really happened, because although he did try to scramble away, he ended up laughing anyway-and even nuzzling closer to the younger boy. As if Omi wasn't flustered enough already; his face was starting to gain a nice shade of scarlet, and embarrassment was clearly showing through his deep blue eyes.
"Ken-no-" He placed both of his arms against Ken's shoulders and pushed him away slowly, prying him off his frame. Once he got him off, he placed one hand on his head and let his fingers massage his temples. This was giving him a headache, so he needed to get back to bed. Badly. Releasing a sigh, he glanced over at Ken, who seemed determined not to leave Omi's bed, and then he looked over at Ken's bed. He might as well.
"Alright, fine. You can sleep on my bed. I'll take yours. Okay?" Oh sure, he was avoiding the subject, but that was only because Ken wasn't really in a position to talk about it seriously and Omi wasn't in the mood either. Tomorrow was going to be a different story though.
The impact of Ken's head meeting the wall, on more than just one occasion, was really beginning to take a toll on the brunette; whether the pain was a delayed reaction or not, Ken didn't really care to mull over the thought. All he could comprehend at that given moment were a couple of facts: Primarily, his head was spinning - which lead Ken to feel that perhaps (and only a slight 'perhaps' that was) his system was finally rid of the hazy, intoxicated state. Second, Ken knew he would likely conk out, within moments. The third, however, wasn't exactly something he could fit in with the previous conclusions. He and Omi, incidentally, had kissed. Ken wasn't so sure what to think, except for the fact that it'd obviously been a very awkward mistake. Anything beyond that, Ken's mind couldn't piece together.
Ken frowned a bit, disoriented. "O-....kay," he murmured. He'd since flopped down on the bed; the pillow felt heavenly, and drew a sigh escaped Ken's lips. The thick, plush material worked miracles on dulling what felt like mini-jackhammers at the base of his jaw, and between his eyes. The thought of what would come the next day, well, it hadn't even crossed Ken's mind. Little did he realize how, well... uncomfortable it was likely to be.
"Nn..." Ken murmured aloud. He lifted a hand, despite feeling as though it weighed a ton, and lightly touched Omi's flush cheek. "'s cute. The blush is." Ken's hand flopped back down again. Before passing out completely, he managed a faint murmur of an apology.
Omi managed to grab the comforter before Ken lied down on the bed; what, the boy was thinking ahead. He couldn't really tuck Ken in with him lying down on the blanket. Anyway, when the other finally closed his eyes, Omi allowed himself to sigh again. He felt as if a small part of the weight on his shoulders was lifted, but that didn't really make him feel any better. The city already gave him a lot of things to worry about, incidents with a certain Schwarz included, so he didn't need this to add to that list. Too late to lament about that now though, because it already happened and rewinding time was not one of his skills.
Oh well. Tomorrow; he'd worry about that tomorrow.
Right now he needed some sleep.
He settled the comforter neatly on top of Ken's sleeping frame, tucking him in quietly. When he was done, his fingers went ahead and brushed against the cheek that Ken touched briefly. Unexpected reaction, and-damn it, he wasn't going to start thinking about that now. Off to bed, off to bed was the next and only thing going through his mind, blocking out all other thoughts. His body agreed to, because his legs were already leading him towards Ken's bed, his whole frame settling down on the soft mattress.
As Omi crawled under the covers, he glanced over at Ken's sleeping form one last time, murmuring a quiet sorry before turning his back on him. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and waited for sleep to come.
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