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?

[blainewanderson]

[Curfew and rules didn't seem to exist for him anymore. His parents had all but washed their hands of him, almost to the point they were surprised they still had a son in tow when they had moved due to a job transfer. Mid-semester transfer, senior year, he was surprised anyone had talked to him. Stiles had been a more than a pleasant surprise, cute and funny, so far the very best part of this move.]

It's a figure of speech you goof! [Blaine snorted/giggled, the ice sliding across the floor seemed hilarious for some reason. It might be his house... maybe? There were boxes, so probably yes. His parents had flown back to Ohio to wrap up the last of their business, leaving a seemingly responsible person in charge... except for the part where new friend had trumped a night of AMC Fright Fest, and he'd have a naked orgy foam party if Stiles suggested it.]

Littler than me then. Can you imagine if it was as big as me? Not good. [Blaine said with a nod of his head like he was saying something sage. He moved one hand to stroke

[alotofadderall]

[Blaine was new; no one paid much attention, at Beacon Hills. Maybe for five minutes; but they were all too wrapped up in their own bullshit to care until Blaine did something interesting. Most of them had known each other since at least 7th grade. Stiles, however, had taken it upon himself to welcome the guy. He seemed nice, and it didn't hurt that he was pretty cute, either.]

That's too bad. [Stiles teased, laughing at the melting ice. Man, they were smashed. He wasn't even sure how they skipped to drinking anyway. Probably nerves.]

Um, [Stiles paused, then burst into laughter again, suddenly finding the image hysterical. He quieted a little as Blaine stroked his hair, eyes drawn back to Blaine's member.]

You still cold? [Stiles could warm him up...or they could continue with the game. The teen wasn't picky.]

[blainewanderson]

It's too bad? Was that an offer? [Blaine blinked in his confusion, his head fuzzy, not really sure what was going on right now at all. Part of him really, really wanted to let Stiles know he was interested, but another part of him wasn't sure that was a good idea... and he now couldn't make good decisions at all.]

Hmm? Yeah, still cold. Ice is cold, Bill Nye. [Blaine pouted, his bottom lip threatening to hit his chin.] Help? [He put his other hand on Stiles' head, not even sure what he thought the other teen would do, but he was wavering on his feet, utterly acquiescent.]

[alotofadderall]

Maaaybe. [Stiles drags out the word, giving Blaine a big, slightly-wet kiss on the cheek. He sways a little, into Blaine.] Do you want it to be?

[Stiles grins at the pout, idly wishing he could kiss it off Blaine's face - but no, he had to warm Little Blaine up. Priorities.

Blaine was completely exposed now, and Stiles let one hand drift down to hold Blaine's cock in his warm palm. Damn, he really was cold...]

[blainewanderson]

Maaaaybe. [He says back, laughing a little, smiling warmly at the kiss, Jesus he wants to take him to bed right now, can he say that?]

[Blaine eyes flutter and he bucks up into his hand with a sigh.] You've nice hands got Stiles, nice. [He slurred, letting his arms drape around his neck for support.]

[alotofadderall]

[He could. Stiles would most certainly agree; and he wasn't sure if he'd regret it in the morning. Actually, he probably wouldn't...

Stiles tilts his head against Blaine's shoulder when the other teen wraps his arms around Stiles' neck, working his hand a little faster. Warmth. Friction created warmth, right? He was too drunk to think about science right now.] S'it workin'?

[blainewanderson]

[Blaine is shamelessly panting against his ear, running his lips over the shell, licking at his earlobe.] Yeah...you're geniusss, or a doctor! Dr. Stiles! [He tried to laugh but it was getting lost in his moaning.] Soo hot now... feel so hot, all over...

[He smiled as he began to kiss over Stiles' neck, a weird toothy smile that no one could see anyway.] Wanna go upstairs?

[alotofadderall]

[Stiles shivers pleasantly at the panting, humming when Blaine licks at his ear and moans.]

Time for your check-up... [Stiles jokes, pumping Blaine in a full-on handjob now. He nods drunkenly at the question, skin tingling from the kisses.]

[blainewanderson]

[Now Blaine has put himself in a spot, thoroughly enjoying what's happening to him, but wanting to take the other boy upstairs at the same time... stupid stairs.... teleporting to his bed would be nice right now.]

[He put his hand down over Stiles', whimpering as he stilled it.] Stop. Two seconds. Want you naked first. Both naked. Wannna kiss you and touch you and lick you all over... [Blaine tried to yank back up his half on pants, gave up and pushed them off instead, boxer shorts too, pulling Stiles into a sloppy kiss as he tried to walk them both towards the staircase.]

[alotofadderall]

[Stiles made a small noise of discontent when Blaine stopped his hand, releasing his silky, hard length. But Blaine's words were definitely promising, and Stiles found himself trying to half-make out with Blaine as they stumbled up the staircase.]

[blainewanderson]

[Blaine smirked against his mouth, he couldn't remember feeling this nice in ages. He half hoped the night wouldn't end, the light of day was often too harsh.]

[He broke the kiss very reluctantly, but wanting his bed very badly.] Race! [He grinned, taking the stairs two at a time, forgetting he was now only wearing a shirt and socks, skidding at the top on the polished wood, barely righting himself and taking off down the hall for his bedroom two doors down.]

[alotofadderall]

[Stiles chased after Blaine enthusiastically, bumping into walls clumsily before he finally made it up the stairs and down the hall towards Blaine's room. The other boy had a reasonable lead on him, and Stiles smiled, stumbling into Blaine's room.] Slow n' steady wins the race... [He's slurring his words, tripping his way towards Blaine.]

[blainewanderson]

But you lost! [He laughed, collapsing on the bed, struggling with his shirt and tossing it in Stiles' direction.]

Come here and kiss the winner, woo hoo! [He grinned, patting the bed beside him, the pattern on the duvet looking like it was moving to his definitely un-sober eyes.]

[alotofadderall]

That's what you think... [Stiles grins and fails to catch Blaine's shirt, making a soft noise at all of that skin, exposed. He quickly joins the teen, fumbling with the buttons on his own shirt, practically collapsing onto the bed, half-on Blaine, half-off.

Stiles giggles at Blaine's drunken enthusiasm, managing to open his shirt partway before he's kissing wetly at Blaine's neck, eyes slipping closed, wanting to be closer, feeling everything like he had downstairs...]

[blainewanderson]

[Blaine sighed in enjoyment, wrapping his legs around Stiles to keep him close, not realizing what a ridiculous picture he made just wearing his socks but he was beyond caring about his appearance. He felt so good with this boy he barely knew, lust at first sight, whatever you wanted to call it, he wanted him.] That's what I know... [He breathed against his ear, moaning as he felt his mouth at his throat, turning him on completely. He ran his hands along the closed buttons on Stiles' shirt, making quick work of getting them open, parting his shirt and running his fingertips over his bare skin.] You are so hot... [He whispered.]