boys like boys [C]

Alright, sometimes Dakota used his job as an excuse to do things like try out the night life. While it wasn’t assigned to him by the paper he worked for, he did post things like this on his private blog when he just wanted to let loose. Pastoria City wasn’t known for its late night activities, that was for sure, and honestly that just made the journalist more curious. He managed to find a rather nice bar that was decorated to match the natural surroundings of the city, and undoubtedly he enjoyed his time that night. After he left when the bar closed, he still didn’t wander back to his hotel room. Instead, he opted for going on a leisurely stroll and enjoying the scenery.

By the time he spotted Jensen in the streets, he had sobered up a bit. Still he was very much buzzed, though he wasn’t out of it too badly. “Jensen! Hey man, how’ve you been?” Dakota asked as he jogged to catch up to the brunette, only stumbling a couple times and managing not to fall flat on his face. When he reached the man, he slung an arm around the guy’s shoulder as he grinned wide, not seeming to notice that the other was in some sort of stupor.

Oh shit. Dakota immediately drew his arm back off Jensen’s shoulder when he noticed the man was having issues recalling who he was, not wanting to freak the guy out any more. “It’s fine, it’s fine. Sorry, I shouldn’t have done that,” the journalist apologized as well as he took a little step back, giving the man a little space. He had been told last time, that the other had memory issues.

“I’m Dakota, we met not too long ago and I helped ya get to Jubilife,” the strawberry blonde explained, rubbing the side of his neck awkwardly. He purposefully didn’t mention Floaroma Town, that being a memory he didn’t want to stir up. “Are ya okay, though? What’re ya doin’ out so late at night anyway?” The blonde seemed a lot more concerned all of a sudden, and he was trying to focus and ignore the haziness from the alcohol.

The yelp surprised Dakota, as he didn’t know what had hurt the other. “Ya okay?” He asked worriedly, glancing between the older man and Freya for a moment. The journalist quickly relaxed as the other didn’t seem to be in any real pain, and he was definitely glad to hear that the other recalled who he was. “Cute? I’ll have y’know that I’m as manly as they come,” Dakota snickered, feigning annoyance horribly. He even flexed one of his arms as if that’d prove his point, only to stumble a little in his drunken state.

“Ohh, ya think so? That’s awesome! I’d say we should have some drinks to celebrate, but the bars are closed by now,” the blonde chuckled, knowing too well because he left at closing. “What kinda stuff are ya rememberin’, anyway?” Dakota was genuinely curious, as always. Even if he couldn’t focus as much as he usually could, he was still intrigued by the puzzle that Jensen presented him. The man was a mystery, and that drew him in.

“Damn right,” Dakota nodded when the other agreed to his manliness, snickering as well. The journalist knew damn well that he was full of shit, and he was just having fun with the other playing along. He was far too easily amuse normally, and it only got worse when he had a few drinks. “Uhh, I’m not as drunk as y’think I am,” he laughed way too hard at his joke, not giving a damn how old it was at the moment.

Easily the blonde leaned into Jensen’s hand when the man reached out to keep him from stumbling around too much. “Ohh? Maybe an old lover of yours, serenadin’ ya,” he suggested excitedly when the singing woman was mentioned, again with another laugh too. “It don’t sound like much, but hey! At least it’s a start, right? It’ll all come back to ya eventually, jus’ give it some time,” he suggested, patting Jensen’s back a bit too hard without noticing it. He was hardly in the state to be giving advice, especially on a condition he hardly knew anything about, but frankly he didn’t care at the moment.

If it wasn’t for the alcohol, Dakota would have certainly been more concerned, but as it was he didn’t even notice how utterly exhausted the older man looked. “Hell? I’d like to think ‘m not that bad,” the blonde pouted, before breaking out into another little bout of laughter. He assumed the other was talking about him, at least.

“Ohh? Man, I got no idea. Don’t stress over it too much though, y’know? It’ll come to ya,” he assured the other with a wide grin, seeming confident in his words… Not that it counted for much, at the moment. He’d probably sound confident as hell about anything he said.

The blonde nodded at the suggestion of a hotel room as well, digging into his pocket and pulling out his keycard. “It, uhm… It shouldn’t be too far from here, I don’t think,” he mused aloud, struggling to recall where it was, exactly.

The blonde was all too happy to lean against the other man as they walked, not giving two damns about the people that stared. He even started humming some horrible, off tune tone as they made their way to his hotel, enjoying this far too much. As they finally reached his room and he was sat back onto the bed, he chuckled softly as he leaned back in the bed, resting his forearm over his eyes. His shirt was drawn back a little, revealing a strip of smooth flesh beneath.

When Jensen spoke up, he lifted his arm to peek at what the other was talking about, and sat up with as he reached for the glass and painkillers. “Thanks, Jensen… Hey… Did y’mean what ya said earlier, about me being cute?” The blonde inquired suddenly, swallowing the pills down before he looked up at the older man expectedly.

Dakota blinked in surprised as the arms encased him, turning to glance down one of the arms for a brief moment before his gaze returned to the other when he spoke. The hand on his chin sent a shiver down his spine, and he didn’t move an inch as the brunette’s face drew near. He returned the brief kiss, unable to keep from chuckling softly after.

“Jerk, ya beat me to it,” the journalist snickered before pulling Jensen down with him as he laid back on the bed. He matched their lips up together again without hesitation, his kiss a little messier than the other’s because of his drunkenness. His hands ran over the larger man’s clothed chest, greedily feeling the muscles through it.