Title: Shine a Bit Brighter [Sora/Riku]
Rating/Warnings: PG for being drunk
Summary: Riku missed Sora like a hole in his chest, which he filled with alcohol.
AN: Written for Shiritori.
Shine a Bit Brighter
He swears the stars in the sky shine a bit brighter when both he and Sora are in their Tower room at the same time.
“You’re drunk,” Sora laughs, occupied unpacking his backpack on their bed. Riku is slouched in one of their oversized beanbag chairs, close enough for Sora to kick playfully at Riku’s thigh. “The stars don’t even move here, they’re exactly the same.”
Riku lets his head flop backwards, looking out their star-shaped window upside-down. “Nah. Definitely brighter. I can tell. Look,” Riku lifts one hand to point vaguely, “that one’s twinkling, just started doing that.”
“What the hell were you and Lea drinking?” Sora asks. Scooping up an armful of dirty clothes, he turns to go drop it in the hamper. “Every time you two go to Radiant Garden together, I swear—oof!”
Riku’s grab is clumsy but still strong enough to tumble Sora into his lap, t-shirts and moogle-print boxers going in all directions. Riku gathers Sora in close, arms tight around Sora’s tiny waist and buries his face in Sora’s hair. His hair spikes are limp from being unwashed, but still soft against Riku’s cheeks, and he smells like salt, sunshine, and dirt.
“You smell good,” Riku mumbles, muffled because his nose is squashed against Sora’s scalp. He’d missed Sora like a hollow space in his chest the whole time he’d been gone, and hugging Sora’s pillow to try and sleep had only made the edges of that hollow sharper.
“I objectively do not,” Sora argues, already slumped limp against Riku’s chest. His breath catches when Riku noses along his hairline, lips skimming behind his ear. “Hey, you trying to start something back there?”
“Mm mmm,” Riku hums, not an answer. His head is empty except for the weight and warmth of Sora against him, the relief of having him close again. Riku’s almost boneless with that relief, sinking deeper into the beanbag.
“Oh gosh. C’mon, hey.” Sora squirms gently, trying to turn to see Riku. He manages to twist enough to catch Riku’s chin with his palm, examining his eyes. Riku blinks at him slowly, eyelids heavy. “You really are drunk, aren’t you? You’ve gone pink.”
“But you love me anyway, right?” Riku asks. Distantly, he knows he sounds a bit whiny, but he’s too preoccupied with the deep blue of Sora’s eyes to be embarrassed.
“Course I do.” Sora leans in close enough that Riku’s eyes flutter shut. Sora kisses one of his eyelids feather-light, then the other. “Can we please get a shower? No baths for drunk dream eaters, can’t trust you not to drown.” Riku makes a noise of discontent at the thought of moving. “Shush, the faster I’m clean, the faster we’ll be in bed, hm?” Sora twines arms around Riku’s neck and asks sweetly, “Please?”
“You drive a hard bargain,” Riku sighs. Sora laughs in Riku’s ear, and Riku shivers pleasantly. “Your wish is my command, but good luck getting me out of this beanbag.”
“I got you,” Sora says, and the tingle of magic transferring from Sora’s skin to Riku’s is the only warning before Sora casts, “Aero!”
