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Dec. 1st, 2007 11:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaShinjuurou shows up at Renji’s apartment later that night.
He’s got a box of donuts in one hand, and a bag full of beer in the other. Renji lives in an apartment complex close to the hospital, one of those fancy high rises the hospital procures for it’s employees. Buzzing the intercom for Renji’s room Shinjuurou waits.
“Hello?” The intercom is high class, it’s almost like Renji is standing right in front of him, no static at all.
“Hey. Renji. It’s Shin-chan.” There’s a pause, and Shinjuurou wonders if Renji’s going to let him in or not, but then the door buzzes and Shinjuurou swings it open and heads inside. The list out front said Renji was on the 11th floor, so Shinjuurou heads up there, glancing around and heading right when he figures out where Renji’s room is situated. Standing in front of 1121 Shinjuurou maneuvers the donuts under his arm and knocks.
The door swings open a second later and Renji is standing there. Renji is still dressed in his work clothes, though he has lost the suit jacket and his tie. The first button of Renji’s shirt is undone, and Renji has untucked it from his pants.
Renji’s eyes are still puffy, Shinjuurou wonders if he had cried more.
“I brought donuts.” Shinjuuro states when Renji doesn’t motion for him
to come in. “To ‘raise your blood sugar’.” Shinjuurou quotes Renji.
“Is this to repay me for trying to help you out?” Renji’s voice is cold, and just a little choked up.
“No. Renji. I…” Shinjuurou can not say that he cares for Renji, Shinjuurou’s never been one to admit his feelings aloud, instead he holds up the bag full of beer. “I bought beer too.”
Renji chokes on a laugh, or possibly a sob, and steps aside to let Shinjuurou in. “Good, alchohol should go great with the meds Koyuki prescribed.”
Shinjuurou sets the beer and donuts down on Renji’s too clean coffee table. He glances around the spotless living room and his gaze settles on the open bottle of pills. “She prescribed you medication? Why?” Shinjuurou reaches for the bottle, but Renji’s picked it up and hidden it away before Shinjuurou can get a good look.
“It doesn’t matter, I’m not going to take them.” Shinjuurou’s unsure, but Renji reaches for a can of beer and cracks it open. “Shut up and start drinking with me.”
Renji does not have a high tolerance, but that is alright because neither does Shinjuurou. It does not take long before they’re both leaning against each other. Drunkenyl, Shinjuurou notes that Renji has the most adorable drunken flushed face he has ever seen.
“You…” Renji points a finger at Shinjuurou, though he could also be aiming for his lamp, “You are a an ass, and I hate you.”
“No you don’t.” Shinjuurou sounds sober, but he knows that in reality he’s really, really drunk. Though maybe knowing how really drunk he is means he’s sober. Shinjuurou’s heard that logic before. “You love me Renji.”
“Uh huh.” Renji slumps forward, nuzzling Shinjuurou’s shoulder, seconds later Shinjuurou’s been pushed to the floor and Renji’s on top of him. “I love you so much, and that’s why I hate you too.”
It’s a sloppy, drunken kiss, and Renji completely missing Shinjuurou’s mouth on the first try. Renji’s warm, and he’s right on top of him, and Shinjuurou’s never been able to say no to a drunken snog. It lasts until Renji’s got his tongue in Shinjuurou’s mouth, and then Renji pulls back, smiles sleepily, and rolls off of Shinjuurou to pass out on the floor next to him. Shinjuurou flops an arm over his eyes, knowing well enough that he should get Renji into his bed or something.
But than the lure to join Renji would be too much.
Instead Shinjuurou places Renji on the couch, after numerous attempts, and tugs a blanket over him. Then Shinjuurou walks, weaving only a little, out of the apartment.
“Hello?” The intercom is high class, it’s almost like Renji is standing right in front of him, no static at all.
“Hey. Renji. It’s Shin-chan.” There’s a pause, and Shinjuurou wonders if Renji’s going to let him in or not, but then the door buzzes and Shinjuurou swings it open and heads inside. The list out front said Renji was on the 11th floor, so Shinjuurou heads up there, glancing around and heading right when he figures out where Renji’s room is situated. Standing in front of 1121 Shinjuurou maneuvers the donuts under his arm and knocks.
The door swings open a second later and Renji is standing there. Renji is still dressed in his work clothes, though he has lost the suit jacket and his tie. The first button of Renji’s shirt is undone, and Renji has untucked it from his pants.
Renji’s eyes are still puffy, Shinjuurou wonders if he had cried more.
“I brought donuts.” Shinjuuro states when Renji doesn’t motion for him
to come in. “To ‘raise your blood sugar’.” Shinjuurou quotes Renji.“Is this to repay me for trying to help you out?” Renji’s voice is cold, and just a little choked up.
“No. Renji. I…” Shinjuurou can not say that he cares for Renji, Shinjuurou’s never been one to admit his feelings aloud, instead he holds up the bag full of beer. “I bought beer too.”
Renji chokes on a laugh, or possibly a sob, and steps aside to let Shinjuurou in. “Good, alchohol should go great with the meds Koyuki prescribed.”
Shinjuurou sets the beer and donuts down on Renji’s too clean coffee table. He glances around the spotless living room and his gaze settles on the open bottle of pills. “She prescribed you medication? Why?” Shinjuurou reaches for the bottle, but Renji’s picked it up and hidden it away before Shinjuurou can get a good look.
“It doesn’t matter, I’m not going to take them.” Shinjuurou’s unsure, but Renji reaches for a can of beer and cracks it open. “Shut up and start drinking with me.”
Renji does not have a high tolerance, but that is alright because neither does Shinjuurou. It does not take long before they’re both leaning against each other. Drunkenyl, Shinjuurou notes that Renji has the most adorable drunken flushed face he has ever seen.
“You…” Renji points a finger at Shinjuurou, though he could also be aiming for his lamp, “You are a an ass, and I hate you.”
“No you don’t.” Shinjuurou sounds sober, but he knows that in reality he’s really, really drunk. Though maybe knowing how really drunk he is means he’s sober. Shinjuurou’s heard that logic before. “You love me Renji.”
“Uh huh.” Renji slumps forward, nuzzling Shinjuurou’s shoulder, seconds later Shinjuurou’s been pushed to the floor and Renji’s on top of him. “I love you so much, and that’s why I hate you too.”
It’s a sloppy, drunken kiss, and Renji completely missing Shinjuurou’s mouth on the first try. Renji’s warm, and he’s right on top of him, and Shinjuurou’s never been able to say no to a drunken snog. It lasts until Renji’s got his tongue in Shinjuurou’s mouth, and then Renji pulls back, smiles sleepily, and rolls off of Shinjuurou to pass out on the floor next to him. Shinjuurou flops an arm over his eyes, knowing well enough that he should get Renji into his bed or something.
But than the lure to join Renji would be too much.
Instead Shinjuurou places Renji on the couch, after numerous attempts, and tugs a blanket over him. Then Shinjuurou walks, weaving only a little, out of the apartment.
