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At least he had enough sense to burp away, even if Aodh was wrinkling his nose up again at the smell. Jaro's smell plus the liquor was ... well, it was alright, but it wasn't as good as it could be.

Not that he really had anything in the face of being told he didn't let himself have fun.

Or that he was cute.

He ended up stumbling with Jaro, not expecting it and falling somewhat on him on the couch. The cling did not help, Aodh's face going bright red because of the the look on the man's face as he was described.

"Jaro ..." he said, it was near pleading. What he saw himself as, what Jaro saw him as, what the world saw him as ... All different things. "Stop teasing me."

Aodh seemed to freeze up with Jaro holding onto him as he was. Moving against him like that, like-

Okay, okay. He had definitely not been given that kind of look before. The kind of look that made his stomach twist and warm. Not teasing, he said.

The nose against his jaw had his heart fluttering wildly, grey eyes sliding shut before they immediately opened back up. "Jaro," there was that near whine again, "you're drunk ..."

Worst, worst, worst.

The rolling hips and breath against his ear had Aodh letting out a strangled noise. Something between a whine and a groan because, really, he was twenty-two and-

Jaro's voice was low and that laugh was doing both bad and good things to his insides but the hand slipping lower ... That had him wriggling, squirming against the hold until he was trying to sit up.

It lead to him somewhat straddling Jaro's hips, a little too close in direct contact because he had come over here in pajamas. Aodh's hand reached out, closed around that hand that was slipping a little too close. "We are friends, Jaro, but-" he struggled to breathe properly, not harsh breaths. "You're drunk."

... and Aodh really did not want to be just another one of-

It still wasn't helping and it wasn't like he wasn't interested because clearly he was-

Aodh closed his eyes briefly, a quiet prayer said to whoever would listen, and reached for Jaro's hand again. Especially since he was tugging on his waist band and maybe he should have put on real clothes.

This was killing him. Especially with Jaro whining at him. Letting out a shaky breath, Aodh dragged the hand up to his face. It was placed against his flushed cheek. "Of course you're my type, Jaro," he said, turning and hiding his face in that dark hand, "but I'm not someone you can just roll when you're frisky and drunk."

He let out a breath, lips brushing against the palm of the other man's hand. "I don't mind being your favorite but I really don't want to be like your other favorites, okay?"

Something snapped shut when Jaro started to shove him off, Aodh's expression going shuttered. He sat back a moment, shaky fingers through his hair before he was grabbing at Jaro and stopping him. A hand was pressed against a shoulder and Jaro was pushed back onto the couch.

"No, no more drinking." Which, of course, meant that Aodh was putting his weight into keeping Jaro on the couch. That bottle of Hennessy was not going to be finished off. "Not unless it's water."

Aodh leaned back on the couch when Jaro flopped back down. He was feeling tired suddenly, hands relaxing against Jaro before they pulled away.

"Or we get you some water, get you to bed ..." Then because he thought about it. "Which I guess you can smoke in there if you wanted." If he really wanted. Aodh just wanted to make sure he would be alright after all that liquor. His expression was tired now, even if it was closed off.

The turnaround was giving Aodh whiplash. His eyes slid shut with a soft breath before they opened back up and looked down at Jaro. For a moment he hesitated but his hand came to rest on Jaro's head and then went to find one of the baubles he had in his hair.

"You're going to have to sit up," he told him, a finger curling and tugging lightly on piece of auburn hair. "So we can get you to the bedroom and do those things ..."

"I came over here, didn't I?" Aodh pushed himself up to stand, a hand held up for Jaro to grasp. "I'm hanging out." If anything, he had actually meant to stay the night. It was why he had brought a bag with a change of clothes with him.

Sensing the shift, Aodh gave a half-smile. "I'm not leaving." Even if he was more than a little hurt by the antics but then again, Jaro was stupidly drunk.