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They'd had Zeke on infirmary duty all day. Seven in the morning to...whatever the ******** time it was now, Zeke wasn't actually sure, and digging his phone out of of the bag slung over his shoulder seemed like more work than he was willing to put in at the moment. He yawned as he made his way down down the hall in his standard issue scrubs, the fingers of one hand rubbing at his eyes before dropping away as he neared his door.

{Well well.}

Hush Laggy.

Frowning, the Mist sank down into a crouch beside the man that was sitting against his door. He looked rough, didn't seem to have noticed that Zeke was there, and wasn't moving.

And he could smell it, the faint scent of vodka clinging to the blonde as he leaned in, brushing pale hair from Ever's face.

Fingers twitched back at the jerk, but he didn't withdraw his hand completely, yet. Surprise gave way to recognition, shoulders sagged back against his door, and Zeke answered that puzzled frown with one of his own. "Dunno exactly, sometime after seven." Had to be that, at least, since Zeke had been on shift til 6:45.

"What are you doing out here?" His tone was soft, and he brushed knuckled against the side of Ever's Jaw before letting his hand fall back. "Do you want to come in?"

He felt lighter as Zeke took Ever's hands and drew him up to his feet. Noticeably lighter, at least to him. "That does happen," he mused, cracking a small smile. "When you sit on the ground."

Letting Ever's hands go, Zeke went for his keys, but he was ready, should the other man sway, to catch him around the waist.

The door swung open, but Zeke didn't make any immediate move to enter. Instead, he turned his head to glance at Ever, his proximity, the deliberate weight against his side, and he licked his lips before flashing a quick, lazy grin. "I still could, if you'd prefer."

A change of pace from the last couple weeks, but this, at least, was more familiar. Even if Ever didn't quite feel the same in his arms as he had the last time they'd been together, before a horsemen had ******** him up.


It was easy, hoisting Ever up so his legs draped to either side of Zeke's waist, hands tucked beneath him. Now he'd had into his room, kicking the door shut behind him, and head for the bed to sink down onto the edge of it.

There was, at least a first, that faint hint of heitation as Ever leaned in and kissed him. Not because he didn't want him(that was never the case), but because the Life had up to this point made no move to rekindle any sort of physical relationship between them, and he was very obviously drunk now. Zeke would really rather not ******** s**t up between them. He'd been careful, patient, but he was only human, and he'd missed this.

Hands on Ever's hips pulled him in tighter before sliding up his back, around, holding them together as he tipped his head into the kiss with a startled grunt. He tasted like alcohol and cigarettes, and that, too, brought a sound from the Mist. Deeper, almost as frantic.

It had been a while.

More hesitation, following that pain sound, but no time question it as Ever's hands dropped to his scrub shirt, balling into the thin fabric and pulling at it. Brows did crease, but Zeke obliged, letting the taller man go so he could catch the edge of his own shirt and lift it over his head. He tossed it aside, and his hand rose up to brush at a pale cheek with the tips of his fingers, sliding over warm skin and back into snowy curls.

Lips trailed over Ever's chin, the edge of his, and he dropped his other hand back to the other man's side as he leaned in to go for another kiss.

"I live to serve." It was a joke, though in that moment there was something undeniably sincere about the comment, low and rumbly, murmured back against Ever's mouth. Nails against his chest rose goosebumps over Zeke's arms, and his breath left him in a warm rush that ended shaky as hands came to a rest against his stomach.