(Author's Note: Yes I still have no title for this stuff)

Aran and Alex were gaming until night fall. Neither took note of the time until Aran's mom walked in telling them both,

"Boys! It's 8pm! Alex you have to go home!"

Alex checked the time and blinked then chuckled.

"Holy hell, I didn't see the time. Well I'll see you later Aran! Hey Miss Alli! Mind if you take me home?"

"Why sure, let me get the car keys and I'll drop you off"

Alex gotten up from his spot and left the house. Aran sighs, turning off the game. Knowing that he has homework to do, but as if he'll do it without snacks to boot. So he goes downstairs, after hearing the door closed, knowing that he's left alone with his father and brother. By the time he gotten downstairs he saw his father drinking a shot of something. He looked at him, asking him,

"Hey dad, whatcha drinking?"

His father, Rei, looked at him, sighing.

"Just drinking some rum. It's not all that strong really. But then again it may be just for the fact that I have a high alcohol tolerance."

Aran chuckled a bit, but then remembered. His father never drank any alcohol, not even once. So why all of a sudden rum? Maybe he hidden this from him and his brother for a while. Maybe he shouldn't question it. At least not yet.

"Hey dad..?"

"Yes son?"

"Mind if I have a sip?"

Rei raised an eyebrow at him.

"What makes you think I'll drink at such a young age?"

"I mean it's in a shot glass. It won't hurt, at least I think it won't."

Rei would stand firm on that fact but then again, he did take a shot one a bit too many for him to stand his ground firm. He sighed, grabbing another shot glass, pouring him a shot. Looking at him,

"Don't tell your mother now. Understand? She'll kill me if she knew I gave this stuff to you."

"I won't!"

He walked to him, grabbing the shot as he first sipped it to get a taste for it. It tasted weird but his dad looked at him, telling him,

"You have to down it in one go. Thats why there's things such as shot glasses. You're not really suppose to taste it."

Aran nodded his head and downed the drink. He shook his head, as it didn't really hit him hard. He looked at his dad, asking him for another. Rei sighed, knowing that it is going nowhere but downhill. He sighs and continues to pour drinks for his son and himself, until both gotten fuck all drunk. Well, at least for Aran. His father was buzzed, since again his tolerance was high. The fact that his mother wasn't back yet was astounding. Maybe she had some errands to run? Who knows. Aran walked a bit, stumbling, grabbing onto his father's arm, smiling at him.

"Whoooo.. this is the BEST! Thanks daaaaaad!"

He hiccups a bit as Rei had that blush buzzed look, patting his head.

"C-Come on.. You c-can't be walking w-while drunk.. y-you'll break something you'll need.."

Rei dragged Aran to the couch, turning on the channel to sports at least to wait until his little buzz passes over. Aran on the other hand was holding onto his father's arm, knowing damn well he isn't going to remember jack shit of what will happen tonight. Aran used his other arm to poke at his father's cheek. Rei looked at him, Aran however got close to his face. Rei rose an eyebrow, wondering what the hell Aran had in mind. Hoping that it's just the alcohol talking. Aran whispered only one thing that Rei will definitely remember after tonight,

"I'm..gay dad..So fucking gay.."

He then leaned in quickly to give his father a peck on the lips, pulling back, laughing hard. He fell back, looking at the sports channel, soon passing out on the couch. Rei however, was wide eyed, blinking, staring at the wall. Thinking only one thought to himself.

My..Own son..kissed me..

That fact kept on running through his mind on repeat. He doesn't know what to do with this information. He doesn't know what to tell to his son when he wakes up. Some random made up story or the truth. What he does know that he has to put his son to bed before his wife comes back. He quickly gotten up, picking up Aran, carrying him upstairs to upstairs to his bedroom to lay him down to bed. He sighs, going back downstairs, sitting on the couch, waiting for his wife to come home, in hope trying to forget what happened with his own son.