In the toilet, Johnny slips his hand underneath Ewan's threadbare t-shirt and skitters a hand across the delicate ribbing of his torso. Johnny knows it's been four weeks since Ewan's had a drink - a solid, proper drink - and it's beginning to show on his body. There are right angles now where curves used to be, but Johnny likes Ewan better like this because he knows his body is the same way and he thinks it makes them fit together more properly. This doesn't stop Johnny from teasing, though, as he leans forward and takes a healthy swig from his beer.
"Wanna drink, eh?" Johnny asks, his mouth curling around the words as he brushes forward so that Ewan can smell the alcohol on his lips. There is a moment's pause when the challenge hangs between them before Johnny laughs unexpectedly, his eyes glittering in anticipation.
When Ewan finally pulls Johnny towards him, their hips brush against one another achingly, and Johnny's fingers crawl against Ewan's scalp through his tangle of bleach blonde hair. Johnny moans quietly as Ewan's tongue searches the inside of his mouth, gathering the lingering traces of ethyl he finds. Their kiss is a strange, misshapen collision of addiction and desire and Ewan's lids are heavy when he finally pulls away slowly, his mouth warm from the heat and the alcohol. One of Ewan's hands toys at the waist of Johnny's lowride jeans as the other urges the bottle of beer towards Johnny's parted lips.
