Felix let himself be led across the room and drink when Brett handed him an open bottle of water. It helped a little, and the fuzziness receded a bit. He still held onto his man, though.
“Are you having fun?” Brett asked.
“Yes, lots! Everyone is so nice. I’m glad I’m friends with them.” He looked around the room. They seemed to be on a ship in a rocky ocean. Felix snorted.
Brett brushed the back of his fingers against Felix’s cheek, and Felix hummed in delight. “You are so drunk,” Brett said.
“Yep, but I don’t care.”
Brett got jostled away from him, and Felix’s eyes opened to see Jason, Kai and Austin jockeying into his place.
“Felix! You’ve gotta see this,” Kai said, dragging Felix to the other side of the room.
“What am I seeing?” Felix asked, and a rush ran to his head as they pulled and pushed him.
“It’s my song!” Austin said, throwing his hands in the air and starting to move his body to the music.
Felix listened, his smile widening. “It is! Yeah!” He grabbed Jason’s hands and started dancing. “It’s really catchy.”
“Thanks!” Austin said.
They continued to dance through that song and the next one and the next until Felix lifted his bleary gaze to see Brett near him. He stumbled over to him.
“Brett! Come dance with me!” He took his hands and tried to pull him over to his friends, but Brett wouldn’t budge. “Come on! Come dance!” He pouted, and when that didn’t work, he almost—almost—rolled his eyes, but he wasn’t that drunk. Well, maybe he was, but he didn’t want to cut the night short, and if he did that, it certainly would. “Please, Brett.”
At that moment, a slower song came on, and Brett allowed himself to be led closer. Felix snuggled against his chest, sighing when Brett’s arms came around him and held him tightly.
“Hmm.” Content didn’t truly explain how he felt at that moment. Even with his head swimming nicely and his lips feeling a little numb, he was happier than he had been in a very long time.
His eyelids fluttered when he was picked up, an arm under his back and chest, but he didn’t open them fully, just snuggled deeper into Brett’s arms. It was only when his man let him go that he pulled himself free from the depths of snoozeland to complain.
“Come back,” he mumbled. “Warm.”
Brett kissed his forehead. “Home, then I’ll hold you again.”
“’kay,” Felix murmured, already lulled back to sleep.
He remembered jumbled memories of being lifted from the car and laid in bed, but then it was black. He did, however, remember the next morning.
“Oh shit,” he whispered, squeezing his eyes to block out as much sunlight as possible. He clicked his tongue against his dry mouth, not daring to move a muscle in case the soup in his stomach decided it wanted to return. His head felt like someone was shooting a gun right next to his ear every second. And he could smell his own breath, something he never wanted to do again. “What the fuck,” he murmured.
“Good morning, sweetheart.” Brett kept his voice low, for which Felix was eternally grateful.
“Mornin’.”
“How are you feeling?”
“Tenuous.”
“Would you like some paracetamol?”
“Yes, but I don’t think I can move. The minute I try, I know I’m going to need to run.”
He heard a soft laugh. “Would you like me to carry you to the bathroom now so that hopefully won’t be a problem?”
“I love you,” Felix whispered.
“And I love you.”