Another runaway drabble for stellaluna_
He and Abernathy had become fast friends in their short amount of time together. Mac’s slavish discipline and adherence to the rules was enough to rein in Abernathy, but his continued attempts at trouble keep Mac from completely losing his sense of humor.
They’re out on a pass, making trouble and getting drunker by the minute. As the night goes on, Abernathy insinuates himself more and more into Mac’s personal space, and sometimes, not so subtly.
Normally he’d move to maintain a proper distance from another guy, or tell them to shove off. Strangely enough, he doesn’t want to do either when it’s Abernathy that’s creeping so close, and he doesn’t understand why.
They leave, headed off to find a place to crash. Abernathy’s repeated alcohol-soaked suggestion of ‘finding some girls’ doesn’t pan out, of course, but that doesn’t stop their festivites.
Finding a cheap room, they take the keys from the skeptical looking older woman behind the counter and noisily thunder over to their room. Abernathy struggles to open the door, and as Mac tries to take the key away from him, he keys in after a few attempts.
They walk in and find that the room only contains one bed, and Abernathy starts colorfully expressing his displeasure.
“I’ll take the floor for now, but I’m not spending the whole night on it.”
“Awwww. S’ok, we can share it. Didn’t your momma teach you to share proper, Chicago?”
“I don’t think…”
“Ehhhhh. Come on, you can’t sleep on the damn floor. Lord knows what kinda shit’s on it. I won’t bite.” Abernathy grins innocently.
Mac sits down on the bed, resigned to sharing it with Abernathy. Abernathy throws an arm around him, smiles as craftily as a drunken man can, and leans into Mac.
“See, not so bad Chicago. No big deal.”
Mac nods slightly, trying not to be completely freaked out by Abernathy’s arm around him, but fails.
Abernathy notices how stiff he is, and leans in close. “Awww Chicago, it’s alright. I promise. You’ll be just fine. I won’t let nothing’ happen to ya.”
He suddenly leans in and captures Mac’s lips with his, sloppily, but with care. He’s gentle, trying to coax Mac into kissing him back, angling Mac towards him to ease the way.
Mac sits there stunned, not quite sure how to handle the situation, not kissing Abernathy back. He’s never thought of kissing another man before, but somehow, with Abernathy, it just seems right. The kiss itself feels good, and the same as kissing the few girls that he has. The differences come with the scratch of stubble, sharper angles, bigger hands and someone bigger than him on the other end.
Abernathy’s stubborn, and keeps insistently trying to get Mac to loosen up and start kissing him back, taking encouragement from the fact that Mac *hasn’t* shoved him back or punched him. His perseverance pays off when Mac caves in and starts kissing him back, turning slowly and leaning towards him, tentatively placing a hand on Abernathy’s thigh.
Abernathy smiles widely into the kiss as he pulls Mac down onto him, pulling them into the center of the bed.
Somehow, he thinks that there won’t be any arguments about sharing the bed anymore.
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