Like Toy Soldiers (Lukas and James)

"To my apartment," James said before he knew it. He didn't even knew what he was doing, he had certainly done nothing like this before. But at that moment, he couldn't care less. "We can Apparate," James said, he knew it wasn't the most smart thing to do, Apparating when you're drunk. But it wasn't like he had another choice. He took another step closer and whispered in the other man's ear; "No one has to know."

Going home, with that man? I probably would have bugged Lukas more if he wasn't so damn drunk, it had been a while, since he had drunken so much.

"Uhm, sure, like, what ever." He answered, feeling as if he would fall over every minute now. "Just say the words, and we're out of here." He said, and looked at James.

A sly smirk spread over James' face as Lukas agreed to coming home with him. In his drunk mind, he didn't care this was a guy. He just wanted to forget. He kissed the other man one more time and then curled his hand around his wrist and pulled him with him to the back of the club, where they could Apparate.

James had protected his apartment so that he, and he alone, could Apparate inside. So, Lukas had to side Apparate with him. "Hold on," James said, and then he felt the familiar tug behind his belly button and everthing went black.

(Continued in my apartment)