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Chapter Five
There’s More Than One Way To Get Hammered
“’S all gone,” Klaus said, putting the neck of the empty whisky bottle up to his eye so he could look down its length to confirm what he could already see through the clear glass.
“’S cuz you drank it,” Dorian replied logically.
Klaus gave him an unfocused look and seemed to consider his words very carefully before he gave a nod of agreement. “Y’re right. I did.” He tossed the empty bottle onto the floor beside his chair.
“Y’know something, Major?” Dorian said with all the seriousness of one who is totally hammered. “Y’re beautiful.”
Klaus rolled his eyes and tried to look disapproving. “No ‘m not,” he slurred. “Women’re ‘sposed to be beautiful.” He gave the Earl a devilish look. “’S’at why y’think y’love me? ‘Cuz y’think I’m beautiful like a woman?”
Dorian rolled his own eyes and tried to stand but only managed to end up seated on the floor. He looked down at himself and then back up again. “Major,” he said seriously, “I think I’m drunk.”
Klaus gave a snorting chuckle in response. “Th’s the trouble with you English,” he said contemptuously. “Can’t hold yer liquor.” He tried to stand himself, fell over and ended up lying on his back, his head almost beside the Earl. “Y’see? Now y’re upside down.”
Dorian leaned over to look into the man’s face. “Major Klaus Heinz von dem Eberbach,” he said in mock disapproval, “I do believe y’re drunk.”
“Y’do, do you?” Klaus countered, staring up at him from his place on the floor.
Dorian closed his eyes and nodded like a small child, his hair falling into this face as he did so.
Klaus thought this over a moment and concluded that the Earl was probably right. “We should eat,” he said firmly. “’S not good to drink on ‘n empty stomach.”
“Yeah. I’ll cook!”
Klaus started to chuckle and Dorian looked down at him again. “Y’don’t think I can cook?”
“Aren’t you ‘fraid of dishpan hands?” Klaus snickered.
Dorian sat back, closed his eyes, and folded his arms. “I cook. I don’t do washing up,” he said indignantly.
This was apparently quite amusing to the Major, who continued to snicker.
Dorian looked into the officer’s face, forgot the biting come back he was going to say, and smiled. “I still think y’re beautiful,” he said at last.
“And I still think y’re an idiot. So there.” So saying, Klaus burst out laughing.
“Beast!” Dorian tried to hit the Major’s chest with his fist and only succeeded in overbalancing himself. He ended up lying on the floor beside him, giggling like a fool.
“See?” Klaus said in a triumphant tone as he struggled to sit up. “I was right. Y’re an idiot.”
This only made Dorian giggle all the more.
Klaus sat looking down at him a moment. “Com’on,” he said in as forceful a tone as he could manage. “We need t’ eat. Y’can’t cook on’a floor.” He leaned over to help the Earl up.
“I’d rather eat you,” Dorian purred. He reached up, grabbed the other man by the shirt, and pulled him down to kiss him.
The stunned Major made several noises of protest, but did not push away. In fact, he started to respond, leaning further into the kiss.
Dorian let go of the shirt and smacked his lips. “You taste like booze.”
“So d’you.”
“Mmmm. ‘S good.”
Klaus sat thoughtfully a moment. “If you say so.”
Dorian’s mouth dropped open, his eyes wide. “Bastard!” he cried, giving the other man a shove on the shoulder and knocking him to the floor again. “I’ll have you know I’ve been called a fantastic kisser,” he said proudly.
Klaus snorted. “Not by me.”
“Is ‘at a challenge, my dear sir?” the Earl asked as he struggled to sit up again.
“Y’re drunk.”
“So’re you!” Dorian flopped on top of the Major, took his face in his hands, and kissed him hard on the mouth, trying to put all the passion he had ever felt for the man into the single kiss. When he sat back, he smiled at the dazed expression on the Major’s face. “There. Now what d’ya say? Was’at fantastic, ‘r what?”
To his astonishment, Klaus put a hand behind his neck and pulled him down, kissing him with more fire than the Earl ever thought possible.
When Dorian managed to get his breath back, he sat staring at the officer in amazement. “Major! Was ‘at really you?”
Klaus seemed just as surprised by his own actions as he sat up on his elbows. “Must’ve been.”
Dorian laughed, flopped down onto his lap. “I love you,” he sighed.
Klaus rolled his eyes. “Y’gotta funny way a showin’ it.”
“I just kissed you!”
Klaus shook his head, waving a hand in the general direction of the stairs. “No, b’fore.” He looked down at the man in his lap. “Were you really gonna rape me?”
Dorian sighed heavily. “No. I jus’ wanted t’ make y’squirm,” he admitted. “I was gonna knock you out again and leave after I’d pissed y’off.”
Klaus sat back and thought this over, nodding. “I should kill you, y’know?”
“Y’still can. The night’s young.”
“Good point.”
Dorian sat up and gave the officer an amorous look. “I think we should sober up.”
“Why?”
“Cuz if we don’t, I’m gonna seduce you while I’m… And you’re… We’re drunk,” Dorian concluded seriously, flopping into his lap again. Then he paused, wondering if that had actually made any sense. “Anyway, I don’t wanna do that.”
Klaus gave this very serious thought. “Okay.” He shoved the Earl off his lap and struggled to his feet. “Let’s eat, then.”
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