Maybe I'll Get Drunk Again {Percy}

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Free champaign? No wonder this place is so fuckin' expensive, he muttered under his breath as he took one of the tall glasses filled with golden bubbles. He's only just managed to get in, having broken the dress code with most of his outfit. Jeans weren't allowed, nor were sneakers and being without a jacket - scandalous. But Benji was able to sneak in with some girl, pretending to be her boyfriend. Luckily the security were too preoccupied with the fact her dress was so small her boobs were spilling over the top to notice that his own appearance was much to be desired.

Still it didn't matter, he was just here to have a good time. A breath of fresh air. It was incredible how getting into one fight had knocked him back into his old self - almost literally. He'd been in more since the one with Marcus and he had enough bruises on his body to show he hadn't always won. But it wasn't about the winning - though that was a bonus - it was about getting out all that pent up energy. Putting it to good use.

He couldn't believe how much he had missed being himself. The new him - straight edge, no fucking around - was good for a time, he was able to prove to himself that he could do it. But he was young, still in college, why would he want to waste that being a good boy? Besides, no one really wanted to fuck around with the well behaved, and boy had he missed having sex.

He had been there for an hour or so when his head began to tingle and feel light headed. He felt warm, like he could take on the world. That was when he spotted Percy, looking as gorgeous as ever, with a group of his friends. Benji prised himself away from a girl who had wrapped her arms around his neck. Confidently, he walked over to his ex-boyfriend and wrapped his arms around the boy's waist, hugging him from behind. He found Percy's hands with his own and turned the boy to face him.

Dance with me? he said. It wasn't a request.

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[PERCY YEATS]

It was a character flaw that Percy would never admit to that he couldn't resist an invitation to a formal. Any opportunity to dress smartly and amaze people with both his wit and his impeccable choice in footwear and bow tie choice was an opportunity that he refused to miss. Admittedly, the formality of the event meant that he had to be a little classier than he usually was when it came to his particular breed of partying; usually, when he wanted to have a good time, he just downed as many shots of vodka as he could handle and then let everything go.

Currently he had to try and hide his level of intoxication, and contrary to his own opinion that he was doing a spectacular job of it, it was beginning to show how many martinis he'd had already. His pale face was bright with color, flushed in the cheeks and ears, and he had begun to sway unconsciously to the music, blue eyes flickering distractedly over the crowd.

He had hoped - well, no, not hoped, never hoped - or rather, thought that he might run into Simon at some point in the evening, but he had yet to catch even a glimpse of the other boy. Percy huffed a little under his breath, running his fingers through his recently bleached hair and decided to hell with 'im. If Simon was too busy being otherwise occupied (with, Percy imagined, a vapid-headed double-d cup sorority girl) then fine. Percy would be just fine on his own.

...Or maybe not on his own, after all.

He jumped a little when he felt arms slide around his waist, body tensing immediately at the insult; no one touched Percy Yeats without his permission. He passed off his fifth or sixth martini to one of his friends, starting to turn with every intention of shoving the unfortunate stranger off and quite possibly giving him the finger for daring to assume he deserved to share breathing space with Percy Fucking Wallace Yeats!

But the voice in his ear gave him pause, worming its way into his brain, low and arousingly familiar. He tilted his head back so it rested on the man's shoulder and so that he could peer with drunken determination into his face.

A slow smile overtook the scowl and he laughed, turning in Benji's arms and leaning into him since supporting oneself on one's own feet was so passe.

"Benji~" he replied, not taking his eyes off his old flame even as his hand stretched out to the side to silently demand his drink back. He brought it to his lips once it had been returned to him, blue eyes hazy, lidded, interested. "How could I say no to a face like that? Have you been drinking?" His grin grew wider and he laughed again. "Just like old times, innit~"

Oh, yes, he was irrefutably drunk if he was slurring his words together. And it appeared he was on a fast track to getting sloppy, too.

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Benji chuckled at Percy's drunken state, they last time they had been drunk together at a party had been after a performance of a school play. When Benji had decided that he enjoyed Percy being drunk far more than he should. Mostly because the other boy had refused point-blank to go to sleep without giving Benji a blowjob.

The taller boy stood back for a moment, admiring the new blonde that Percy was sporting. You look...incredible, he slurred, pulling Percy towards him and then onto the dance floor. Of course I've been drinking, there's free champaign. he said, as if that settled the matter, and the last three years without alcohol meant nothing to him.

If it was free, he was going to drink it.

His hands slipped down onto Percy's hips, swaying slightly to the slow classical music. Hmm~ he breathed slowly, looking over the boy's outfit, a hand pressing lightly on Percy's chest, fingers placing with the braces he was wearing. Half temped to ping them, but thinking better of it. Benji bent forward slightly and almost grazed his lips over Percy's ear, You're not with anyone tonight, are you? he asked, the whole night panning out in his mind.

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[PERCY YEATS]

Percy took another sip of his drink before letting his arms rest on Benji's shoulders and wrap lazily around his neck. He glanced upwards when Benji complimented him, trying to catch a glance of the yellow blond that had replaced his usual dusty brown. "I had to dye it," he explained. "For the show I'm working on second semester. I don't know, I don't really like it, honestly. I'm better as a brunette~"

He glanced once more, briefly, around the room before turning his full attention back to Benji. Benji, who was here and now and who wanted him, so there.

"Hmm, I'm glad. I really wasn't sure what to think about that whole sobriety thing. I like you more when you're your usual wild self."

He bit the corner of his lip, smiling in a secretive way at the other's boy's seemingly innocent question. "No," he said boldly, absently playing with the back of Benji's hair. "I came allllll on my lonesome. I'm drowning my sorrows." And with that said he tipped back his glass with a flourish and drained it completely of its contents.

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Oh, I don't know, I think you pull it off nicely...and they do says blondes have more fun, Benji said with a smirk, looking the other boy over in one quick glance. He had missed being so close to Percy, just being around the other boy had always cheered him up.

He laughed when Percy commented on his abstinence from alcohol and drugs, shaking his head and running a hand through his messy hair, Yeah yeah, I know. You didn't believe I could do it, and look how right you were, he said, the smile still on his face.

Benji watched as Percy downed his drink, an eyebrow raised. He licked his bottom lip slowly, one of his hands cupping under Percy's chin and his thumb tracing over the other's lower lip. Poor you! he exclaimed, adding a sigh for dramatic effect, Still, I'm here now and you know how amazing I am at parties. 'Nother drink? he asked, slipping his arm around Percy's waist protectively as he lead the boy back to the bar.

Leaning on the dark wood he waited for the barman to come to him, but his eyes were locked on Percy. Now, why would a gorgeous boy like you have any sorrows? he asked, flipping between the barman and Percy.

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[PERCY YEATS]

Those six martinis were swiftly catching up with Percy now and he absentmindedly pushed his empty glass into the hands of some confused stranger passing by, his eyes never leaving Benji's face. He grinned and thumbed his hair from his face, preening at the compliment, letting his silly vanity shine through before he laughed. "Oh, I know I can pull it off," he said cheekily. "I can pull of anything. And of course I was right~" Yes, yes, Percy was always right or something like that. There was truly no end to the thespian's ego and it didn't help that he was at this point fairly belligerent.

"You're too much fun to be straight-edge," he continued, playing with the collar of the taller boy's shirt, his fingers brushing against his neck lightly. His gaze had wandered in the obvious and oblivious drunken manner to Benji's mouth, and it snapped back up to the boy's eyes when Benji took hold of his chin. His lips parted at the touch, eyes glassy. When Benji asked if he needed a drink, Percy grinned crookedly and nipped teasingly at the boy's thumb before pulling away. "Always~"

He allowed himself to be herded towards the bar, his expression absent minded, his gaze peering around the room once again. He didn't find what he was looking for.

He sighed dramatically and leaned back against the bar, sliding his hands into his pockets and looking over at Benji. "People are stupid," he said vaguely, huffing. "And I know!" (So modest). "It seems unjust, doesn't it? But nevermind..." He slid along the counter a little closer to Benji, tilting his head back and flashing one of his most charming smiles. "You'll comfort me, won't you? For old time's sake?~"

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Benji smirked and shook his head, having forgotten how large Percy's ego was. But it was endearing, adorable and Benji had no problem feeding it as often as he liked. And there was me thinking you could have fun without alcohol, he laughed, knowing that it was almost impossible for someone like him to enjoy anything without having at least one pint of something in the morning.

He frowned slightly when he caught Percy looking around, that was the second time he'd see it. Was Percy already looking for someone else? Benji bit the inside of his cheek, turning away to order another Martini for Percy and something slightly less alcoholic for himself. He didn't want to completely lose his mind.

Benji smirked down at Percy and moved so he was almost pinning the other boy's back against the bar. People are stupid? Even you? he teased, sliding one of his hands up Percy's side, leaning down slightly. Hmm~ Benji mused, admiring the smile and returning it, pressing himself against the other boy gently. Oh I will, will I? And what makes you think I'll be able to comfort you? he asked, taking a sip of his drink, looking away for a moment.

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[PERCY YEATS]

"Hmm, I have been told that I'm nicer when I'm drunk," he said, shrugging his shoulders as if being nice was a commodity that he found to be of little importance. He beamed when the bartender brought over his martini in its sophisticated fluted glass, complete with two olives, and took it with a brief murmur of thanks. He sipped, letting his eyelids lower, hiding them behind his lashes as Benji all but pressed up against him.

"Never me," he replied as if Benji had challenged him. He grinned. "Just everybody else. I'm perfect, didn't you know?" He laughed, very much amused by himself, and took a large gulp of his drink. He chewed on the alcohol soaked olive, draping one arm over Benji's shoulder and humming appreciatively at the close physical contact.

"I have faith in you," he said lethargically, swirling what was left of his martini and then effectively downing it. Number seven, done-zo. "When we weren't fighting, you used to always make me feel better about everything, you know?" He let out a little sigh and then grinned cheerfully. "Besides, if I pout enough, I can make you do anything! You can't resist it when I pout, ha ha ha!" Oh, Percy. Infinitely confident.

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Nicer when you're drunk? Maybe, I can't say I've noticed you being any nicer, Benji teased, downing his drink and clinking the glass on the bar, both of his hands now resting on Percy's hips. He leant back slightly, his thumbs slipping into the waistband of the other's boy's pants by no more than half an inch.

Benji's mouth opened slightly, as if he was about to say something, but instead he leant down and grazed his lips over Percy's neck, slowly tracing light, lazy kisses to the boy's ear. I bet I can still make you feel really good, even now, he mumbled, just loud enough so Percy could hear him over the music.

He straightened up and raised an eyebrow at the other boy, as if unimpressed that Percy thought he had so much control. Which he did, Benji knew he did, but he didn't need reminding. Just a pout? I think I'm expecting a little more than a pout from you. Maybe if you give me a kiss, he began, pointing to his cheek, then I'll do anything you say.

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Percy laughed lightly, inhibitions gone, both hands winding behind Benji's neck again, fingers tangling with familiarity into the boy's dark hair. "I'm nice to you," he defended with a huff, wrinkling his nose. "You should see how I am to the people in the theater department~" He dissolved into a short bout of laughter that he would never admit sounded rather... giggly. "They hate me, but that's fine~ I don't care what they think." He tilted his head, his expression taking on a thoughtful look. "I care what you think, though, you know. You don't hate me, right? For everything that happened in high school?..." His train of thought trailed off when Benji leaned in and murmured in his ear, and he grinned again.

"I bet you could," he agreed just as quietly, and then he laughed and hugged the other boy closer, leaning up on his toes and pressing an eager kiss straight on his mouth, ignoring the way Benji had pointed to his cheek. "There. Now you have to do what I say," he murmured when he pulled away, looking smug (but mostly just drunk).

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Benji smirked and shook his head, trying to hold back his laughter. I've seen how you are to the people in the theatre department, I've seen you try to direct them, remember? Back when I was a nice boy, he said.

He was suddenly caught off guard when Percy kissed him full on the lips. He smiled into the kiss and added a little pressure before he felt the other pulling away to say something. I hope I've not signed up for any trouble, he lauged, leaning forward and stealing another kiss from Percy's lips, Alright, what do you want me to do? he asked, half curious half terrified about what Percy would come up with. As long as it wasn't too embarrassing, not that Benji really cared - he wasn't going to remember much of this the next morning, so why was he worrying?

I could never hate you, he added after a moment, remembering that Percy had asked. Why don't we start again, hmm? he said with a smirk, a hand trailing up Percy's chest.

Hi, I'm Benji Flynn, and I wouldn't mind taking you back to mine tonight. If you're not too busy?

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[PERCY YEATS]

Percy grinned like he was proud of being an accomplished Douche to most of the people in his department. "I'm pretty terrible, aren't I?" he asked, preening a little. "But it works - our last show was incredible and I was the student director, so there~" He let out a small, contented sigh when he pulled away from the kiss, his eyelids fluttering again in a classically inebriated way. "I'm all trouble," he threw out, elbows leaning back against the bar, pelvis thrust slightly out, eyebrow cocked up into his disheveled hair.

"I want you to comfort me, remember? Because I probably shouldn't have any more alcohol..." He thought about that statement for a minute and then shook his head. "Actually, just one more. Barkeep~" He waved to the bartender, who grunted an affirmative. Number eight, and he'd stop for the night. Maybe.

He bit the corner of his lip, smirking when Benji's hands slid up from his hips over his chest. "Benji Flynn? Is that short for Benjamin? Hmm, pleasure to meet you, Percy Yeats." He thought about the question of going home with him, vaguely aware that Sober Percy might have some qualms with that, that there were other circumstances that probably made that a very bad choice, but he was drunk; bad choices were his forte.

He sighed wistfully, tilting his head. "I'd follow you anywhere~" he hummed out, smiling wide.

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Benji watched the barman get another drink for Percy, his eyes narrowing slightly - should he have another one? Of course he should. Ordering himself another drink he waited for it, downing it the moment it arrived. Letting the alcohol burn his throat for a moment before returning his attention to Percy. Hmm, trouble? That sounds very inviting, he muttered, kissing Percy's neck quickly.

Does comforting you include showing you the best night? or?~ he teased, sliding two fingers under Percy's chin and kissing him again, enjoying the close contact they were having all of a sudden.

He chuckled and nodded when Percy asked if Benji was short for Benjamin. Percy Yates, he said quietly, the corner of his lips curling into a smile. It sounds good, rolling of my tongue, he said after a moment.

He waited until Percy had finished his eighth drink and took the other's hand, leading him to the door. The last time they had left a party, both drunk, Benji had carried Percy home. But luckily the taller boy was prepared and had called ahead, while waiting for Percy to finish, for a cab to pick them up and taken them home. He squeezed Percy's hand and when the cab arrived he opened the door to let the other boy slide in first.

Benji gave the driver his address and immediately returned his attention to Percy, his fingers feeling the material of the boy's bowtie. You look fucking fantastic, he murmured, nipping the light skin on Percy's neck.

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Percy let his eyes slide shut, tilting his head to give Benji more room to get at his neck, giving himself over to the sensation for a good few minutes. He opened his eyes reluctantly when Benji pulled away to speak (and how dare he, Percy was enjoying that) and clicked his tongue like he was actually considering how to answer the question.

"I think," he said decisively, "that that would be acceptable. I give you permission to show me the best of the times. That's a lot to live up to, you know. Big shoes to fill." He raised a challenging eyebrow and licked his bottom lip before taking his drink and throwing it back with practiced ease. "Think you can handle it?"

He had barely put down his empty glass before Benji was tugging him towards the exit. The world moved in a blur of lights and color and sensation; the crowd pushing them out into the chilly night, the harsh desert wind against his face, the warmth of Benji's hand against his, the cheap fabric of the cab upholstery, Benji's mouth at his neck again.

He sighed happily, melting back into the side of the car, pulling Benji with him, his hands wandering curiously under the other boy's shirt. "I know~" he chirped through a mutinous hiccup. "Not too shabby yourself, 'cept you didn't really dress up for the 'ccasion. Always sucha' rebel~"

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Who's shoes am I filling? he asked, eyes narrowing. He had never liked the thought of Percy having sex with anyone other than himself, and they hadn't even done it yet. He tried to push the thought from his mins as he began unbuttoning Percy's shirt and kissing his exposed collar bone. He nipped the skin when the other boy's hands slipped under his shirt.

The only time I ever dressed up was for a family who didn't want me, I'm not about to dress up again any time soon, no matter how many times you kiss me. That's one command I'll always disobey, he said firmly, kissing Percy hard, emphasising that that wasn't a conversation to be having in the back seat of a cab.

As they pulled up to Benji's large, modern apartment, the tattooed boy jumped out of the car, paid the driver and pressed in the code that unlocked the front gates. It seemed like that no expense was spared when it came to Benji's apartment...that was one reason why he'd wondered about going to work for the Suits. But he didn't think Percy would ever forgive him.

Welcome to my home, he swooned, picking Percy up bridal style and carrying him into the warm building that lit up at the flick of one switch. The moment the front door closed behind him, Benji pulled Percy's jacket off, his bowtie and unclipped his braces. Fuck I've wanted you for so long, he breathed, his lips millimetres from Percy's lips.

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