If you Dare...

[thatwasawful]

The Enforced Truth or Dare meme

You know how sometimes you get into a good game of Truth or Dare, and then someone demands you change the question and won't do the dare? Or when choosing truth is pointless because they're lying anyway? Or when they just back out of a great dare?

Yeah, not anymore.

The rules of Truth or Dare are the same, but this time

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[blainewanderson]

Truth or dare?

[alotofadderall]

Dare. [Stiles grinned, passing Blaine a beer. They were both pretty buzzed; the game seemed like a fun idea.]

[blainewanderson]

[Blaine gave him a lopsided grin, there might have been two Stiles at this point, he couldn't be sure.] I dare you to...give me a hickey. [He laughed, pretty certain he'd won the game now, no way he'd do it.]

[alotofadderall]

Challenge accepted. [Stiles was still grinning, leaning forward and nearly falling over into Blaine's chest. He clumsily set down his beer, shifting closer and curling an arm around the teen's waist, lips searching wetly down his neck for the perfect spot. He was buzzed enough not to be embarrassed, and his sexuality was already fluid enough.]

[blainewanderson]

[Blaine giggled.] Your mouth tickles! [He slipped an arm around the other boy's waist, the leaning was nice too, and he should have been embarrassed for making little whimpering, moaning noises at the feel of his new friend's mouth on his throat, but he wasn't in his current state, and only tugged him closer.]

[alotofadderall]

[Stiles hummed in response, clamping down with enough suction to bruise, swiping his tongue over the area. The noises he could hear Blaine making were encouragement enough; though he did have a very fine neck. The mark would stand out nicely...

Stiles wasn't normally one for truth or dare, especially when leaving a person he'd met perhaps 45 minutes ago a hickey was involved, but what the hell, why not? Had to start living some time.]

[blainewanderson]

[Blaine could feel it on his neck, and waved his hand closer to touch it, but of course he couldn't feel anything with his fingers.] You should do that professionally... [He offered sagely, grinning widely at him.]

This town is very friendly. Or you are. I should keep you. Can I keep you? [He offered, nodding yes like that was sure to seal the deal.] You're cute.

[alotofadderall]

[Stiles chuckled, pulling back enough to speak. He didn't move away from Blaine, however, still in his personal space.] Thanks. You are too.

[Stiles bit his lip and leaned in to kiss the hickey lightly, closing his eyes and sighing in drunken happiness.] You taste good...

Where were we? Bananas! No. [Stiles paused, frowning, then grinned up at Blaine, who was really very close.] Truth or dare?

[blainewanderson]

You're nice... thank you... I do? [He draped against him with a contented sort of smile, he liked his neck kissed, it ran shivers through his whole body.] Just my neck? Or does all of me taste good? You should check!

Oh, oh! I love bananas! I want a banana split! No, wait, we can't, we're playing a game, later, ice-cream! Cherry on top! [He grinned, kissing Stiles' nose playfully.] Um... dare!

[alotofadderall]

I should. [Stiles agreed, nearly getting side-tracked with the way Blaine was leaning against him.]

I have a car, [Probably not the best idea at this point. He's fairly sure he hid his keys anyway.] We could get some later.

I dare you to...see how many ice cubes you can stand in your underwear. [Stiles grabs haphazardly at the cooler nearest them on the floor, leaning back with a handful of ice.]

[blainewanderson]

I wouldn't say no. [He smirked. He would probably do pretty much anything right now. He couldn't hold his alcohol and his inhibitions were low to start with.]

Ooh, yes, I love you! [Blaine agreed quite stupidly.] Banana splits are orgasmic!

My dick was already hard, you don't have to freeze it. [Blaine snorted to himself, but stood up, unbuttoning his khaki pants, undoing the zipper, and pulling at the waistband of his boxer shorts.] Dump it in! I'm ready!

[alotofadderall]

[Stiles raised an eyebrow at the smirk and leaned in a little closer, grazing his lips underneath Blaine's jaw.

Stiles laughed, raising his hand to drop the ice cubes in one by one. Was the room spinning? Maybe they were on a ride. He didn't remember going to an amusement park.] We'll have to fix that...

[blainewanderson]

[For a brief moment this was really nice, even if he was standing up with his pants open awkwardly, he liked the other boy's mouth on him far too much for his own good. What would happen when they were sober? And standing in a school hallway?]

[But that lovely moment passed as he shrieked, rather like a girl, even if he wouldn't want to admit that, doubling over as the ice-cubes touched his skin, groaning and wiggling, but no way was he going to lose such an important game as Truth or Dare. No. Way.] More. I like it. [He lied, gritting his teeth.]

Oh my God that icon xD

[alotofadderall]

[Who knew? Honestly, if Stiles remembered this in the morning, he didn't think he'd mind going out for coffee or something with Blaine...

Stiles giggled and stooped to grab more ice, watching Blaine to see when he'd give in.]

^_^

[blainewanderson]

[Blaine would be happy to ask him out, and he would if he thought Stiles would go, once he felt like himself again. He was sure to have a pounding headache by the time he woke up tomorrow. And the night was still fairly young...]

Oh fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! [He muttered, bouncing up and down but that didn't help at all. When it finally felt like his testicles had been packed for medical transplant, he yanked them down around his knees to spill out the ice-cubes all over the floor, panting as he wrapped his hands around himself protectively.] Little Blaine is never going to forgive me! [He hiccuped and laughed and moaned all at the same time.]

[alotofadderall]

[Like Stiles said, he had a Jeep, in addition to a non-existent curfew. And it certainly was young, wasn't it?]

Gladly, [Stiles squeaked, in between bouts of giggles as Blaine dumped the ice all over the floor. He wasn't sure who's house this was, but it didn't seem to matter.]

Little Blaine? [Stiles moved closer, wrapping an arm around Blaine's waist. He was covering himself, but Stiles had seen enough.] Doesn't look that little to me...