(i couldn't help myself, more Aaron and Ambrose, plus this idea popped into my head as i myself was drunk and texting someone i liked a lot-)

/Kinda dirty, kinda not/

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"A-Ambrose-" The blond barely managed out his name as they lingered just past the barely opened doorway. The taller man's hips pinning him against the wall as he kissed him with a whiskey flavored tounge. Could someone get drunk like this? Aaron wasn't truly sure as he felt his head going light. Ambrose didn't really bother much with a response, simply enjoying the sounds he made as his hands slipped under his shirt. Tracing along his smooth skin, before trecking down lower, and lower. Letting out a small groan against his lips.

This was definitely new for Aaron to see.

The string of drunk texts that lead him to this moment seemed to pop into his mind.

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📝❤️: aaron, whats yor favourite colour

A: It's the middle of the night, aren't you supposed to be in bed for tommorow?

A: and i don't know I like a lot of colors

📝❤️: oh, ill pick foryou then

📝❤️: lite blue??

A: Ambrose what is this for-?

📝❤️: i got you somethingg

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He remembered how confused he was as he laid in bed. It was about 11 then. He was in bed for an hour at least until the buzzing finally got him back up. And his glassy blue eyes couldn't help but wonder what had gotten into him the more they talked.

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A: What is it then, baby?

📝❤️: It's a surprise e

📝❤️: look, come find out-

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Out of absolutely nowhere did he send him an address. Not his house, which he knew where it was at this point, but somewhere completely different. Telling him to take a taxi or something, as if those still existed.

It took Aaron a solid minute of thinking to decide if he should go or not. Wondering what the fuck he thought was going to happen if he did. Why in the world Ambrose was texting him like a somewhat normal person and not overly grammatically correct like he usually did as a stupid English teacher. And most importantly, what surprise he might've had for him. This was how people got kidnapped right? What if someone just stole his phone and did this? What if that meant Knox was in trouble-

He sent him a picture then. One where he wore a large, crooked, happy smile in the middle of some place with dim neon light. It made Aaron's heart suddenly skip in his chest as he immediately saved it.

He did indeed call an Uber.

And getting to the front of a bar 30 minutes away wasn't exactly what he expected.

Frantically did the blond try to call him to come outside, but none of them seemed to go through as Aaron cursed himself for at least not taking his wallet with the fake ID in it. But walking in seemed to be an absolute breeze. Hell. He even saw a few kids from that private school there-

Ambrose sat by the actual bar when he first spotted him. Talking to this guy the blond could almost recognize in quiet. An easy ambush as the head of curls hurried over.

"Knox what the hell-"

He turned to him, that sloppy grin on his face and gleam in his eyes telling him all that he needed to know, his stupid boyfriend was drunk off his ass, but this time, in a way he hadn't actually seen before.

"Mon amour-" He stood up, clearly too fast with the way he swayed as the dude behind him grabbed his coat to keep him steady, coke can in hand, oddly enough not drinking along with him.

"I'm so glad you came-" His breath was hot as it neared his cheek with the way he leant forward. Arms wrapping around him as the dude beside them snickered at how Aaron was reddening up.

"C'est mon ami... uhm.. my new friend-" He snapped his fingers trying to remember his name, stumbling over his words, mixing up his languages-

"Gray. It's Gray. Here, I have his keys- I was going to offer to take him home, but I think he needs someone he knows instead." The dude stood up, a lot taller, and somehow even more familiar as he fished Ambrose's keys out of his pocket. Handing them to Aaron as his boyfriend continued to cling to him in the middle of bar, and grinned.

The car ride back wasn't what Aaron expected either, as excited as he was before at the idea of getting to drive Ambrose's car. Especially with how hard he had to focus everytime the other man's hands grabbed at him the entire way there. The way he squeezed at his thigh almost enough to make him creen off the street. Almost every quiet, breathy, comment he made was surely some sort of french swear or endearment.

"W-Wait-" Aaron could barely breathe as Ambrose pressed hot kisses to his bare skin. Not sure when they got into his bed, or how he didn't notice his shirt was already tossed away, and at this point, not really caring. "C-Calm down a-a second." He almost felt like he shouldn't be enjoying this as much as he was. The heat between them unbearable. The warmth in each one of his gentle touches so addicting he was sure he might not get enough of it. Eyes clenching shut, overwhelmed and panting already.

Ambrose smiled lightly against his stomach, a gentle, raspy laugh passing his lips as he pulled himself together for a moment to listen. Glassy eyes simply looking over every inch, curve, and line of Aaron's, flushed, pale skin. Both of them taking this second to calm their heavy breaths.

"...I got you a key." He said quietly, after a moment of silence. "It has a little blue bear thingy for a keychain."

Aaron sat up, his breathing still a bit heavy as he looked into his green eyes. Tilting his head into the hand that reached out to him. Mouth gently parted in a way that made Ambrose already want to kiss him again.

"A key?" He asked lightly. Brows furrowing as their eyes locked, a sudden seriousness overtaking the man's expression as he frowned. Suddenly really looking sober.

"To my house..." He seemed to finish the thought to Aaron's surprise. Watching his eyes widen.

"I-I don't know why I got it..." Ambrose felt his face redden at how he had been thinking about it all afternoon, only thinking harder about the stray thought he had to give Aaron a key after he got it made. Holding it in his pocket in his turmoil until he wandered into a bar. One where the guy beside him told him the bartender was selling these little keychains-

"But... I just want you to know that I want you here." He said quietly. Suddenly casting his eyes down. Drunken words and sober thoughts.

"You're the best thing I have in my life right now," He pressed a kiss to the corner of the blond boy's mouth. Pulling him closer as he buried his face into his shoulder. "I think you should know." He muttered as Aaron's heart seemed to just jump out of his chest. The quick pace something Ambrose easily felt as he pressed his hand over his chest. Gently pushing him back down with a grin.

"Now. Before you say anything. I think I'll be better at showing you, mon amour-"

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