Julian let his head fall forward onto Anthony's chest, fighting hard to in reign a smile which was jeopardizing his difficult demeanor, but he lost terribly.
“You are an asshole.” He growled mirthfully.
“As long as I am your asshole, I don't care.” Anthony retorted smoothly, clutching Julian's neck and kissed his head.
“I was drinking before you interrupted,” Julian muttered, wiggling out of Anthony's hold.
Anthony waited until Julian sank back on the sofa he was occupying earlier before taking the spot next to him.
Julian took a while gulp from his glass and automatically passed the remnants to Anthony, who took it without a question and emptied it. “This is some good stuff.” He croaked, feeling the cold liquid burn his throat, and not in a bad way. Julian already knew it was go
