I don't need to be. [ Drunk, that is. By which he means... ] Being drunk or being sober only changes what I do, not what I want.
[ And he very, very much wants this, enough that it's painful to consider turning it down, bringing it to an end. Enough that actually saying that might be somewhat revealing, more so than he wants it to be, if he was at all worried that Archie would even remember after he sobered up again.
Reggie doesn't know much, but he knows him getting drunk now wouldn't solve his other concern-- that maybe Archie is just confused, that he might not really want any of this the way he thinks he does right now. If Reggie's his friend, he should care about that, right? Because there's no way for him to really be sure when he's obviously the only one between them thinking somewhat clearly right now. It's not even that Reggie's smart or educated enough to be able to navigate the nuances of consent in cases such as this, but he knows all about drunken impulses, mistakes, and regrets; enough to make him hesitate.
He exhales slowly, moving his hand to the front of Archie's pants to cup his groin, hand and fingers steady despite the conflict weighing on him. He wets his lips, trying to make a decision. Steel his resolve. Resist the desire to unzip Archie right there as the zipper rests against Reggie's thumbnail. But all Reggie does is leave his hand there, stroking Archie slowly through his pants. ]
I have a better idea. [ He says, finally. ] How about we both go to bed first, and then... if you still want to in the morning, well-- you know.
[ He imagines Archie will probably forget and god HE HATES THIS... but it seems better than dealing with a potentially angry Archie later, especially since Reggie can't really blame things on alcohol, even if he were to start drinking now. ]
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[ And he very, very much wants this, enough that it's painful to consider turning it down, bringing it to an end. Enough that actually saying that might be somewhat revealing, more so than he wants it to be, if he was at all worried that Archie would even remember after he sobered up again.
Reggie doesn't know much, but he knows him getting drunk now wouldn't solve his other concern-- that maybe Archie is just confused, that he might not really want any of this the way he thinks he does right now. If Reggie's his friend, he should care about that, right? Because there's no way for him to really be sure when he's obviously the only one between them thinking somewhat clearly right now. It's not even that Reggie's smart or educated enough to be able to navigate the nuances of consent in cases such as this, but he knows all about drunken impulses, mistakes, and regrets; enough to make him hesitate.
He exhales slowly, moving his hand to the front of Archie's pants to cup his groin, hand and fingers steady despite the conflict weighing on him. He wets his lips, trying to make a decision. Steel his resolve. Resist the desire to unzip Archie right there as the zipper rests against Reggie's thumbnail. But all Reggie does is leave his hand there, stroking Archie slowly through his pants. ]
I have a better idea. [ He says, finally. ] How about we both go to bed first, and then... if you still want to in the morning, well-- you know.
[ He imagines Archie will probably forget and god HE HATES THIS... but it seems better than dealing with a potentially angry Archie later, especially since Reggie can't really blame things on alcohol, even if he were to start drinking now. ]
I mean, I do still owe you.