[one-shot] Dancing Drunk. Neil/Charlie. PG
Birthday drabble for mystictwilight who's birthday was way back in November and yes, this did get to her on time.
Title: Dancing Drunk
Fandom: Dead Poet's Society
Author: faynia
Pairing: Neil/Charlie
Rating: PG
Word Count: 363
Summary: Neil is more than a little bit tipsy and Charlie is there to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid.
A/N: This is such an odd pairing for me. I've never written it before.
“OW! Neil!”
Neil swung around with a goofy smile, ignoring the socked foot he had just stepped on rather hard. The person attached to the foot didn’t seem to be too pleased by it though. Neil couldn’t even begin to fathom in his fuzzed mind why he was being glared at.
“Whassa matter with you?” he slurred, lifting the bottle of wine back to his lips taking a deep swig. The warm liquid trickled down his throat and hit his empty stomach. “You don’t like my dancing?” He waggled his eyebrows leaning heavily on his best friend.
Charlie quirked a brow and wrapped an arm around the completely drunk boy’s waist. The smell of alcohol was heavy on Neil’s breath and in his hair. How he managed that Charlie would never understand. What he had learned though was his friend was a lightweight. The wine wasn’t even that strong. He stumbled backwards grinning as Neil fell with him. The jazz music was winding down in the background, as did Neil’s half-assed attempts at getting Charlie to join in on his haphazard dancing.
“Not when you step on my foot,” he muttered, gently prying the bottle from Neil’s slackened fingers.
Neil grinned stupidly. “Nah, you like it, Charlie.”
Charlie smirked and rolled his eyes, pushing Neil down onto the unmade bed. He stared at him considering what to do with him. It was obvious Neil wouldn’t be leaving tonight. He probably couldn’t even stand up anymore let alone stumble across the hall into his own room. Cameron could piss off for all he cared.
“Oh yes, Neil, step on my foot all you want I enjoy it soooo much,” he drawled, sitting next to the sandy brown haired boy. He didn’t even blink when Neil leaned his head on his shoulder. Charlie raised his hand to the base of Neil’s neck, playing with the hair that was sticking to it from sweat.
“Charlie?” Neil murmured drowsily, all the alcohol consumption finally catching up with him.
“Yeah?”
“You shmell good,” Neil whispered, not a moment later was he asleep.
Charlie blinked in shock, before bursting out into laughter, and Neil didn’t wake up to notice.
Title: Dancing Drunk
Fandom: Dead Poet's Society
Author: faynia
Pairing: Neil/Charlie
Rating: PG
Word Count: 363
Summary: Neil is more than a little bit tipsy and Charlie is there to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid.
A/N: This is such an odd pairing for me. I've never written it before.
“OW! Neil!”
Neil swung around with a goofy smile, ignoring the socked foot he had just stepped on rather hard. The person attached to the foot didn’t seem to be too pleased by it though. Neil couldn’t even begin to fathom in his fuzzed mind why he was being glared at.
“Whassa matter with you?” he slurred, lifting the bottle of wine back to his lips taking a deep swig. The warm liquid trickled down his throat and hit his empty stomach. “You don’t like my dancing?” He waggled his eyebrows leaning heavily on his best friend.
Charlie quirked a brow and wrapped an arm around the completely drunk boy’s waist. The smell of alcohol was heavy on Neil’s breath and in his hair. How he managed that Charlie would never understand. What he had learned though was his friend was a lightweight. The wine wasn’t even that strong. He stumbled backwards grinning as Neil fell with him. The jazz music was winding down in the background, as did Neil’s half-assed attempts at getting Charlie to join in on his haphazard dancing.
“Not when you step on my foot,” he muttered, gently prying the bottle from Neil’s slackened fingers.
Neil grinned stupidly. “Nah, you like it, Charlie.”
Charlie smirked and rolled his eyes, pushing Neil down onto the unmade bed. He stared at him considering what to do with him. It was obvious Neil wouldn’t be leaving tonight. He probably couldn’t even stand up anymore let alone stumble across the hall into his own room. Cameron could piss off for all he cared.
“Oh yes, Neil, step on my foot all you want I enjoy it soooo much,” he drawled, sitting next to the sandy brown haired boy. He didn’t even blink when Neil leaned his head on his shoulder. Charlie raised his hand to the base of Neil’s neck, playing with the hair that was sticking to it from sweat.
“Charlie?” Neil murmured drowsily, all the alcohol consumption finally catching up with him.
“Yeah?”
“You shmell good,” Neil whispered, not a moment later was he asleep.
Charlie blinked in shock, before bursting out into laughter, and Neil didn’t wake up to notice.