I went along with them not even bothering to wriggle from their arms like I usually would have done. Frankie, who apparently had witnessed the entire blow out, made sure to steer us clear of the room Kale was in. I was soon supplied with an unending stream of drinks as we talked and shoved each other acting like the idiots we were. The alcohol took over my system and I was no longer me. I was no longer depressed.
I felt like I could do anything and everything I wanted. I felt warm and sure. Though my vision was hazed and my actions sluggish I felt on top of the world. I was numb. As I lay across Matthew’s lap he grinned down at me as the group we were with roared loudly in laughter at some joke he’d told. I hadn’t heard it but I found myself laughing too. Just laughing felt good. “Matty,” I said suddenly as I sat up so I was no longer across his lap, “I think we need to hang out more.”
Of course he agreed. Everyone agreed. Every idea was a good idea. I felt good, even if it was only artificial happiness. Soon I dismissed myself from the group, my head spinning as I joined another, a drink in my hand. That night I found out that I was a happy drunk. Those obnoxious drunks who enjoy hugging everyone. and doing everything possible to make everyone smile. I found myself laughing with people I’d never met before. And when I found a friendly face I joined yet another group to spend time with him.
My mind took ages to even process the fact I was currently hanging onto Skylar as the group of people I was now with watched someone set their leg hair on fire. He laughed smiling down at me taking the drink from my hand and drinking some himself. My eyes hazed as I stared at the guy who was now brushing off his leg like mad, surprised at how quickly the hair had went up in flame then gone out.
“Let’s go.” I said as the scent of the burning leg hair met my nose and I felt nauseous. I looked up at Skylar and he nodded in agreement.
As with every other idea it was a great one. I smiled huge as we went into the living room where the music was playing loudest. I clung to him as we entered, his arm wrapped securely around my waist. Little did he know he was the only reason I hadn’t stumbled over my feet. He grabbed me by the hand after setting down the drink and led me to the group of dancing people. His eyes glinted as the song changed and we made our way to the middle of the mass of moving bodies.
At first Skylar supported me as I slowly began to dance with him, trying to work out what the beat of the song was. The music was seeping into my pores now. I could feel it entering me. Skylar whispered to me, his accent like a drug to my ears and before I knew it I was dancing on my own. And I got into the music. Way into the music. With every swing of the hips I was being pressed further into Skylar along with other people who were creeping up on me but I didn’t mind. I just wanted to get as far away from reality as I could. I danced with anyone who danced with me. I didn’t care if it was a guy or girl. It didn’t even faze me when it was people I’d never seen before in my entire life.
Skylar, upon noticing how relaxed I’d become, grabbed my hand and pulled me from the dancing group. I stumbled after him as I had to work my way in between the mesh of people. The moment we were free his arm was around my waist, supporting me as he lead me towards the kitchen where the drinks were served. Before I knew it we were doing shots. Shots of what I didn’t care. I let the vile liquid burn my throat, choking at the first swallow. Skylar patted my back grinning down at me as he took three shots in response.
Not wanting to be outdone I took another then another. The alcohol kicked in again and I shook my head as another was offered to me. “One more.” he cooed. And when I looked up into his face I noticed how darting and far off his eyes seemed. He was as drunk as I was. I’m drunk! I suddenly laughed and nodded in agreement. I’d gotten drunk. And it felt great.
Skylar poured us two more and his left hand grabbed the wrist of the hand I held the shot glass in. “To being single.” he said and rose my glass to clink his.
“To being single.” I agreed and downed the shot. The liquid stung and I shook my head squinting my eyes closed.
He laughed and grabbed onto me, his arm once more finding its way around my waist. This time we both were using each other for stability as we once more found our way to the dancing people. I didn’t hesitate to throw my arms over his neck and dance up against him this time. His smiles were infectious and I stared up into his face suddenly remembering how dreamy he’d been the first time I’d met him. He’d been so unattainable. So much better than me, yet he’d introduced himself and even became my friend.
Confidence washed through me and I spun, pressing my back up against him as I grinded on him. It felt perfect and my eyes closed as his hands ran down my sides and rested on the front of my thighs. His strong hands pressed me tighter against him and I swayed with the music. It felt so good. I felt safe again. I’d never realized how desperately I needed to be loved by someone. Kale. My mind hummed numbly but I didn’t care at this point. It was impossible to care with Skylar’s hot breathing on my neck and his voice in my ear.
He was singing along with the song that was playing, his accent doing wonders. Oh how I’d forgotten about his accent. But now in my drunken haze it was even better than before. It was like magic. Seeping into my skin as I tilted my head back and he lowered his mouth to my neck still singing with the song that played. “Push push back up on it, make me believe you want it…”
My eyes closed and I let out a deep sigh my veins coursing. I felt so good. The girl who’d been dancing close to me moved and I felt someone new taking her spot. A weird sensation flushed through me and I suddenly realized what it was. I needed to use the bathroom. I peeled myself away from Skylar and nudged the girl who’d been in front of me into my spot. She happily took it and began to dance with him without hesitation.
I trudged through the group and made my way to the bathroom. Luckily, even in my drunken stupor, I remembered where the extra bathroom was upstairs and made my way up to it not wanting to have to wait in the line for the downstairs one. As I made it to the top I was pushed by someone falling and bumped against another person. As I opened my mouth to apologize, my response time lagging, I noticed it was Brendon who was now holding me up, his arms around my waist as he caught me. The other person fell to the ground and just layed there sluggishly.
His eyes peered into mine and I could tell he’d been drinking. I could smell it to. “You’re drunk.” he suddenly stated.
I nodded profusely. “I need to pee.” was my brilliant response. And I did. I hadn’t realized how badly until I was standing there unable to move.
Brendon laughed and nodded, releasing his hold on me as he grabbed my hand. “That one’s locked bug-a-boo.” he informed me and began to lead me down the hall. “Have to use Jakeson’s.”
He pushed open Jakeson’s door and we trudged into his room. I didn’t wait a second and darted in, closing the door behind me. It took me a little time to get off my pants and when I finally did I relieved myself. The feeling was great. Like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I finished my business and stood up a bit too quickly. Suddenly nausea flooded through me and I stumbled before grabbing onto the shower door for support. Even in my drunken stupor I knew I was about to vomit.
Knowing Brendon was just outside the door I swallowed slowly and called out, “Brendon, can you-“ I paused and closed my eyes wavering to fight of the nausea, “-more drinks?” I finished lamely. The muffled response of his yes came and I waited for a few moments before sinking to my knees and retching. For a good minute I threw up until my stomach calmed itself and my drunken state remained. I flushed and got to my feet feeling a million times better. It felt even better than when I’d hit that first buzz.
I stumbled over to the sink and washed my mouth out with so much of Jakeson’s mouthwash I wouldn’t have been surprised if I’d emptied the bottle. By the time I made my way from the bathroom back into his room Brendon was pulling the door closed behind him, a bottle of something n his hand and two shot glasses.
“Shots?” he offered holding up the bottle.
“Yes.” I agreed and took a seat on the couch that Jakeson had in his room.
So we did shots, and then some more. Before I knew it my mind was barely processing anything and I was being pulled to my feet. “I wanna try something.” Brendon mumbled, as drunk as I now was. I watched as he peeled off his shirt to reveal his smooth toned chest. I couldn’t help but gape at him. I’d seen him shirtless before, sure, but suddenly it looked better than ever. Who cares if he’s gay! I thought and he noticed that I was gawking and laughed as he reached forward and pulled me onto the bed.
I sat cross legged beside him as he lay down on his back. “Body shots.” he murmured and set one glass just below his navel and the other slightly below his pecs.
As he handed me the bottle of alcohol I looked numbly down at him. “Body shots.” I mumbled stupidly and poured the first shot perfectly. The second I missed a little and it dripped onto his chest. The cold liquid made him chuckle in an off tone.
“Wrap your lips around it.” he instructed as I looked down at the shot glasses. “And suck a little so it stays. Then tilt your head back and swallow.”
I nodded in response and lowered my head to the first one by his navel since it was further from his face and I was too worried he’d laugh if I did it wrong. With a little difficulty I wrapped my lips on the glass and did as he said. When I tilted my head back the liquid rushed down my throat and my eyes watered painfully. I dropped the glass from my lips and it landed on the bed as I coughed. Not wanting to look like an idiot I redeemed myself by doing the one between his pecs perfectly, relaxing my tongue so this one slid down my throat much easier.
He laughed and sat up, wiping the liquor that had dribbled over my lip off with his thumb. “My turn.” he hummed happily.
I obliged, peeling off my shirt since it was much too hot and lay down on my back. Brendon didn’t miss a beat as he poured the shots in the same placement as they’d been on him. Just like I’d done a little dribbled onto my breasts as he pulled off from the last shot. The liquid ran in a little drop between my breasts and under my bra. I laughed at the sensation and he apologized, lifting the cup up and quickly brushed the drops from my breasts.
“No laughing.” he instructed with a grin and I obeyed, closing my eyes and staying very still so I wouldn’t mess him up. I felt the first shot glass raise and heard him swallow. Unlike me he had no issues doing it smoothly. The second glass rose off of my skin and this time a little splash of the alcohol made it onto my breasts as he swallowed awkwardly.
“Sorry.” he whispered and I shrugged, giggling at the cold liquid running over my bosom. “I got it all over your bra.”
“I don’t care.” I mumbled, too lazy to open my eyes. “It’s just a bra.”
Brendon shifted beside me and suddenly I yelped as warm breath washed over my breasts. I opened my eyes and looked down at his head as he licked the alcohol off of my breasts. His tongue tingled on my skin and I giggled, blushing like mad. When he brought his face back up he gave me a mischievous grin. “Don’t want to be wasteful.”
I nodded, still blushing. Gay or not that felt good. “That’d be bad.” I agreed and blinked up at him trying to stop my eyes from losing focus.
“I missed a little.” he murmured and lowered his face down to lick the tiny drop that remained on my chin. Again I flushed and was prepared to giggle, embarrassed and flustered, but was interrupted by his lips crashing into mine. My mind didn’t register anything but his tongue in my mouth as he kissed me deeply without easing into it. I kissed him back mindlessly.
He rolled on top of me the warm skin of his chest pressing against mine. “There, got it all.” he breathed, his body resting on top of mine. I couldn’t even think. I basked in his warmth, how good he felt on top of me. I needed this. I needed to be held and touched. I couldn’t go back to feeling lonely.
Once more his lips pressed themselves against mine. I could taste alcohol on his mouth. I could feel the recklessness of the kiss as we both deepened it, kissing like mad. I could feel his hands making their under my back and moving downwards to tighten around my ass as he began to grind against me. I could feel my mind was numb.
Without hesitation I pushed upwards, forcing his body off of mine. He fought against me, trying to remain on top me but I didn’t give in. For a moment we struggled before I finally got him onto his back and crawled on top of him, our lips never having broken apart from the sloppy kiss as I hovered on all fours over him. My knees rested on either side of his hips holding my pelvis away from him but my breasts shoved against his hard heaving chest as I kissed him like mad. Our tongues playing and twisting, our lips moving, our kiss fevered and fast.
His hands clenched my ass tightly in his grip as though for dear life. Squeezing tightly as he dug his hands in. My own hands were running up and down his sides wanting to feel his smooth hard muscles that I’d never paid attention to before. His grip on my ass released as he slid his hands to my front, undoing my button and zipper. He yanked down the jeans and I felt myself helping him as I pulled my lips from his and sat up to work the jeans off my body.
As though not willing to part from me he let out a little growl before sitting himself up and pushing forward causing me to fall onto my back as he pushed me down. His hands slid under my knees to hold my legs open as he pressed his chest against mine to kiss me once more. I responded instantly, grinding my hips mindlessly up against his as we rubbed against each other. Both of us now panting into the kiss as he sucked and nibbled roughly at my lower lip.
My hands darted up and undid his pants, pulling them down. He shifted out of them, not bothering to break free from the kiss until they made it off his ankles. Finally he pulled his lips from mine and lowered his mouth as his hands rose. He slid them up my thighs, forcing them open before continuing up my body to rest on my breasts. His mouth continued downwards until he tore my underwear from my body and I found myself moaning uncontrollably at his mouth. I knew I was drunk. I knew that this was wrong. But I also knew how good it felt. My hands gripping his head as I forced it against me erupting in more moans.
Roughly, he grabbed onto both cups of my bra and pulled as hard as he could, ripping the fabric between my breasts to expose them. His mouth hungrily rose from its previous position and instead began to work on my burning hot breasts that were heaving as I breathed. I thrust my pelvis forward and I met his. Brendon instantly pulled his mouth from my breasts and crashed them into my lips. He kissed me forcefully before pushing himself forward causing me to gasp in surprise. He didn’t miss a beat and the night drunken night dragged on.
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Meanwhile-
As he sat with a girl on his lap and her mouth drunkenly kissing on his neck, Jakeson couldn't help but scan the people around him once more. He knew he shouldn't be looking for her. He knew that if he saw her that he wouldn't be able to keep himself from being her shoulder to cry on and going in for the rebound. He knew that he couldn't do that to Rein. So Jakeson downed the rest of his glass, eyesight hazing as he locked lips with the girl he couldn't help but pretend was Rein.
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--Special thanks to karmah5 for her amazing editing skills--