Only The Good Die Young

At first Tony was glad to be home, but it quickly faded away when he realized that Mike fully intended upon making him drink when they got there. He drove a little slower after that. When they get there Tony awkwardly invites Mike in, knowing that there would be no way to stop him from intruding.

"Don't you have parents or something? Like how do you get away with coming home this late at night without having to crawl through the window in fear of someone chewing you out?" Mike asks noisily.

"I live with my aunt, and she's away for the summer, " Tony answers as he fumbles about for the light switch. Finally, the light switches on and Tony breathes a nervous sigh. He glances around and sees that Mike has already collapsed on the couch and made himself comfortable.

"C'mere Tone," Mike says with a devilish smirk.

"Uh, okay . . ." Tony awkwardly takes a seat next to Mike, who proceeds to make him more uncomfortable by scooting closer to him and putting an arm over his shoulders.

"'re you gonna have more to drink?" Mike mumbles into the crook of Tony's neck, where he is now resting his head.

Tony stutters out a few awkward sounds, but not an answer.

Tony can feel Mike smile into his neck. "Just have s'more." Mike pushes the half full bottle into Tony's hands gently.

Tony chuckles awkwardy, and brings the bottle to his lips, quickly taking a swig and bringing it down. Mike urges him to do it again, and Tony complies, before too long he's finished a quarter of the bottle, and finds himself feeling a little out of it. Not a bad sort of out of it, but out of it. Tony leans forward and sets the bottle down on the coffee table, that was more than enough for him.

"You like it?" Mike muses, repositioning them until they're in a comfortable cuddling position. Well comfortable for Mike anyways, Tony just felt awkward.

"Kinda," Tony mumbles back, shifting in Mike's firm grip around his waste.

"It takes a little to get used to it, I s'pose," Mike says with a yawn. Mike nuzzles closer to Tony, and drifts off to sleep. Tony follows a considerable while afterwards, it took him a long time to convince himself that it was okay to fall asleep like this.

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Mike woke up before Tony, and being the nice boyfriend (?) he was, let Tony sleep while he went to make something for breakfast. He really was sure what Tony liked, nor was he completely sure of the kitchen's layout, but after a half hour or so of searching he managed to come up with French toast. He heard Tony in the living room, and imagined that he must smell the food, which smelled appetizing in Mike's opinion.

"Mike?" Tony asks quietly as he enters the kitchen. He looked pale, and kind of sick. He probably didn't take to the alcohol too well Mike suspects.

"Yeah?" Mike says, smiling gently.

"Is my head supposed to hurt?" Tony asks, and Mike can't help but laugh. He looked so cute.

"Well, usually not. But it was your first time, I think, so I guess it's okay if your head hurts."

Mike places two piece of French toast on a plate and quickly butters them. "I don't know where your syrup is, but food should help."

"Thanks," Tony says, grabbing the plate with one hand and clutching his head with the other.
Mike shuts off the burner and makes a plate for himself, he joins Tony at the table and instantly scoops up the syrup Tony had gotten out and dumps it over his plate. "I was thinking I could take you to meet my brother, and friend Jaime today," Mike says through a mouth full of food.

"Uh huh," Tony nods, more interested in his food than Mike.

"They aren't as rowdy as Bear and the guys, I think you'll like them better than the party crowd." Mike looks up at Tony and smiles.

"Uh huh," Tony repeats.

"So, uh, we'll wait for you to get over that head ache, then will go pick up Jaime and then onto Vic's," Mike finalizes, even though he knew that Tony wasn't really listening.

"Uh huh."

Notes

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P.S.
Check out my other stories stories Smoke and Mirrors and the Vanishing Act!

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Dewey