[Christmas Gift Fic] #6 - Breath of fresh air

[h_itoshi]

Title: Breath of fresh air
Prompt: #6 - Meeting on a balcony
Wordcount: 789
Notes: AU, dorm party haha.

Senga takes a deep breath of fresh air as he stumbles onto the balcony, beer bottle clutched in his hand. There are so many people inside and he tries his best to hold on to his own things. He's a bit drunker than he thinks he should be, but having a party in the university dormitory is just so much more fun than he'd thought. He's danced with strangers, failed at drinking games and heard a lot of deep life stories in the kitchen, and just now, a girl with plunging neckline started to hit on him and he figured he should probably get some air.

He meets a guy in the door, a tall one with broad shoulders who smells like night air and cigarette smoke when he brushes past. Senga looks after him for a second, and then turns to the city view. They're not that high up, but it's enough to get the air fresh and chilling.

“Hey.” A slightly amused voice calls him back to reality, and he focuses on the only person on the balcony. The guy is pretty in a masculine way, strong face and dark hair falling into his eyes, but his body is all long lean limbs and it looks good.

“Hey.” Senga manages after a few seconds of eyeing him, taking much longer than he'd ever do sober.

The guy just smirks and twirls a hair tie between his fingers where he's leaning his forearms against the railing. “A bit drunk?”

“Yeah.” Senga agrees and wets his dry lips with the tip of his tongue, not sure what he should say. “It's my first dorm party.”

“Oh.” The guy says, stealing another long look at Senga. “Enjoying yourself?”

“Mm.” Senga agrees. “There are so many people.”

“Guess you're a first year then.” He smiles. “What's your major?”

“Dance.” Senga smiles. He still can't believe he managed to get into a dancing education after working so fucking hard for it, spending all his teenage years ignoring his dad's harsh comments about going for something useful instead.

“... I'm not surprised.” The guy smiles and Senga feels way hotter than when that girl tried to force his hands under her top just a few minutes ago. “I'm Nikaido by the way. Nikaido Takashi.”

“Hi.” Is all Senga says, before remembering he should probably introduce himself too. “Senga Kento.”

“Senga Kento.” Nikaido repeats, like he's tasting the name, and Senga shivers. There's just something about this guy's voice.

Senga looks at him for a while longer, too occupied with the way those long fingers are twirling the hair tie to be bothered by the silence until Nikaido breaks it. “So, Senga Kento. Do you have any further plans for tonight?”

Senga's jaw drops at the plain suggestion and he wonders whether he's just daydreaming. “Not getting drunker.”

He says and it makes Nikaido laugh and rise. When Nikaido stands just before Senga he realises they're pretty much the same height. “... Do you like boys Senga-kun?”

Senga blinks once but then nods slowly, sure of at least that fact.

“Good.” Nikaido smiles before pressing their lips together briefly.

Senga gasps at the soft touch of lips against his because it's been so long since he kissed someone, and he's way too drunk but it feels fucking electric when Nikaido's lips move against his, heat rushing through Senga's entire body.

Nikaido licks at his lips and Senga parts them with a moan, being maneuvered enough for Nikaido to press him against the railing, the cold metal digging into the small of his back only heightening the heated feeling. There's a hand on his neck, guiding his head into a better angle, and having a kiss being taken from him like this is so damn hot Senga has to hold back from grinding his hips into Nikaido's. Then Nikaido bites gently on his lower lip, and Senga loses his grip on the beer bottle, which falls to the concrete and spills beer over his own shoes.

At the sound, Nikaido breaks the kiss with a low laugh that has goosebumps break out on Senga's skin. “Maybe you're too drunk for this.”

“What, no.” Senga whines, past shame being both drunk and horny. “Kiss me more.”

Nikaido smiles and stretches out a hand. “Give me your phone.”

Senga groans but hands it to him and Nikaido adds his own number. “Call me tomorrow if you still remember this okay?”

“Make me remember it.” Senga challenges, and he's never said anything that suggestive in his life, but he blames alcohol and hormones, and Nikaido's eyes darken as he leans in for another bruising kiss.

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Nika is a gentleman~

"Make me remember it." OOH.