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Boerne had drunk way too much again. As he stood up, he swayed a little, but he had to get out of this bar into his soft bed somehow. Driving the car was out of the question, has been too drunk for that for too long.
As he stepped outside of the bar into the cool night air, he nearly tripped, but could support his weight on the wall of the house in time. After he recovered from his not-fall, he walked, swaying into the direction he believed his apartment was.
Even in this condition he couldn’t think of anything else but Thiel. Thiel with the blue eyes that always look at him in that way, as if he was the most annoying person in the world, even though he just wanted to be looked at lovingly by those beautiful blue eyes.
Thiel with the old jacked that probably wasn’t even being produced anymore, Thiel with the worst taste in fashion, Thiel who screamed, Thiel who was nearly always in a bad mood. But somehow that was the exact reason why he loved Thiel. And he loved Thiel because he made him laugh, and because he drank wine with him in the evening even though Thiel preferred beer. And because he spends his free time with him and because he stopped his unending monologues only sometime and because he was there. Because he was just there.
Slowly Boerne lost his energy to walk and as he passed a playground he sat on a swing, which swayed lightly in the wind, and he continued to think of Thiel and how it was never going to be his Thiel.
Wait.
Didn’t he know this playground? Somehow it seemed familiar. Oh right! This is the playground that’s just a few streets away from his apartment. He was here once with Thiel after they solved an especially complicated case. They had drunk a bottle of wine too much and had walked through the quiet streets until they arrived at this playground and Boerne had convinced Thiel to swing with him.
Now Boerne had to smile. He wished evenings like that would happen more often, where they did dumb things and forgot that they were adults and that they had responsibility.
Tired and exhausted he got up and got ready for the rest of his way home.
As Boerne tried to unlock his door, he wanted to turn around and knock at Thiels door again, and again, but he knew Thiel didn’t like it when he woke him up in the middle of the night.
After he dropped his keys for the fourth time Boerne sank exhausted on the floor. He was way too drunk to get his key into the keyhole. Should he knock on Thiel’s door anyways? Or should he sleep on the floor in front of his door? Not that’s definitely not a good idea.
After a few minutes of staring into the air, he motivated himself to get up and try again to unlock his door, but he failed this time as well.
Finally, he gave up and turned around to walk to his neighbour’s door on shaky legs and pressed on the doorbell.
After a few Seconds nothing happened, and he pressed again. After a few repetitions an annoyed, sleepy and lightly dressed Thiel stood in front of him.
„What do you want at four in the fucking mourning! “, Thiel groaned at him.
„I can’t get the door open. “, Boerne answered sounding very drunk.
„For god’s sake your completely drunk give me your fucking keys! “
Leaning against the doorframe, Boerne showed with his finger, that his keys laid on the floor in front of his door. Annoyed Thiel walked over there, leaned down and opened the door without failing five times. As Thiel wanted to return to his apartment Boerne didn’t show any signs of moving away from the entrance.
„Now or never “, thought Boerne, whose thoughts were all revolving around Thiel, and his blue eyes and his thin lips which were so close to his own and without thinking he leaned down and kissed him.
For a few seconds Thiel froze in the movement of moving Boerne aside until he backed away fast.
„I-I’m sorry! “, Boerne walked into his apartment fast, while his thoughts revolved around his stupid action. Suddenly he felt way more sober, but the world still didn’t stop spinning. With a horrible feeling he fell on his bed, without changing into his pyjama, or brushing his teeth.
*~*~*~*~*~*
When Boerne woke up the next morning, he had an immense headache and felt big remorse for his actions of last night. He had kissed Thiel. He. Had. Kissed. Thiel.
Shit.
What had he done? He could never look into Thiels eyes again. Into those beautiful blue eyes, that made him fall in love so easily and so horribly unlucky.
When he heard his doorbell, he sat up fast out of his uncomfortable sleeping position and his headache began to grow.
Slowly he got up and walked to the door and opened it, to saw a tired Thiel in front of him.
„You look terrible “, Thiel said, before he put a cup of coffee in his hand.
„Thanks “, Boerne whispered back, accepted the cup, and took a big sip.
“I’m sorry, because of yesterday “, Borne whispered small and looked at his shoes, which he still wore. As he felt a hand on his cheek he looked up and into Thiels beautiful blue eyes.
„You don’t have to “, was the last thing he heard before he felt soft lips on his.