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“Martin, come on, you’ve had enough.” Martin giggled helplessly as he felt Andres help him up, barely registering what he said.
“But Andres, w’were havin’ fun,” he slurred, still giggling. He heard Andres click his tongue, looking down at him with an unreadable expression.
“Martin, pull yourself together.” Andres chided, trying to get Martin up the stairs to his apartment.
“You’refunny‘ndres” Martin stumbled slightly, making Andres dive to catch him and stop him from falling down the stairs. “You’ve always got m’back” he slurred, trying to stand up, causing him to fall on to the railing.
“Martin, focus. Come on, up the stairs, one foot over the other.” This, it seemed, was lost in translation to Martin, who was now balancing on one foot. “No, Martin, come on.”
“Y'said one foot.” Martin giggled again as he slumped into Andres hold.
“Do that again and I’m dragging you.” Martin fell silent, surprising Andres.
“’Ndres, why do you do this?” Andres felt Martin’s hair brush against his neck, and it took all he had not to run a hand through it.
“Why do I do what, Martin?” giving an exaggerated sigh, Martin elaborated
“Bother. With me.” Martin stopped walking, swaying only slightly where he stood. “I mean, look at me! I’m a mess, I’m a drunkard, I’m poor, I don’t dress well, I don’t know how to stay out of trouble, I don’t know when to shut up, I don’t know when I’m meant to speak, I don’t know what fork I’m supposed to use for deserts, I’m… I’m pathetic.” Andres grimaced slightly, feeling something twist inside him.
He put his arm around Martin again, suddenly having the need to feel him very close.
“Martin, my friend, you are many things, but you are not pathetic. You are funny, you are kind, you are smart, and you are everything to m-“ Andres stopped himself, only now aware of what he was saying.
Suddenly, Martin yawned, comical look of exhaustion sweeping his features.
“Hey, ‘ndres? I’m reaaaallyyyy tired.” Finally, they reached the top of the steps. Andres chuckled lightly.
“That’s why I’m taking you to your room.” He felt Martin rest his head against his shoulder.
“Okay.” They continued in silence, with the occasional stumble from Martin, until they reached his room. Andres unlocked it, already having prepared Martin’s key. Immediately, Martin fell on to his bed, light snores telling Andres he was asleep. Andres sighed, closing the door behind them, and surveying Martin.
His hair was tousled, his cheeks still rosy from the cheap alcohol, his arms were splayed out, one over his eyes and one over his bed, lying over his covers. Andres smiled fondly at the man.
Resolving that it was too late to go to his own apartment now, he lay on Martin’s bed. Not a moment after he’d rested, he felt Martin moving against him. Andres lay an arm over Martin, bringing him closer. Still asleep, Martin burrowed further into his hold, resting his head against Andres’ chest.
“’ndres?” he mumbled through his sleep, “You’re my new pillow.” Andres chuckled, pulling Martin even closer, running a hand through his hair.
“I thought you were asleep.”
“Well you climbed into my bed, d’you expect me to stay asleep?”
“Sure, carino.” Martin hummed at the nickname, tilting his head up to press a kiss to the side of Andres’ jaw.
“I love you.” he mumbled, falling asleep. Andres smiled, looking down at Martin’s sleeping form, taking in his fluffy, windswept hair, his rosy cheeks and his curved lips, parted slightly as his light snores escaped him once again.
“I love you too.”