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Wasnt sure which you wanted continuing, so have both xD
cardencheckmarks (22:00:16): "Eurgh." It's early afternoon before Mike wakes, light too bright and searing through his still-closed eyes. He groans and tries to turn over, feeling nauseous and groggy, but there's a weight lying on his arm and he can't figure out what it is. He's half-afraid to look, he doesn't remember getting home last night, and it wouldn't be the first time he's woken up with someone he doesn't quite remember, much to his horror. He unceremoniously tugs his arm out from underneath the weight, grimacing at the pounding in his head and the foul taste in his mouth, and turns onto his stomach, hiding his head under the pillow.
countthestripes (22:07:09): It's the movement from the other boy that finally wakes William up, he grunts slightly and wriggles trying to get comfortable once more, but all too soon there's that post-alcohol nausea and he groggily opens his eyes to see who it is he's been lying on. A slight frown creases his forehead as he realises not only has he slept curled up to the other boy, but they are both devoid of clothing and he can't seem to recall exactly what happened after they left Johnny's. All this amounts to another grunt before he's up and dashing to the bathroom, reaching it only just in time before he throws up.
cardencheckmarks (22:11:30): When the heavy weight and warm body that's lying next to him launches itself out of bed, Mike has no choice but to turn his head and crack open an eye. Thankfully, he recognises the room and realises he's in his own bed. Well, he's at home, so that's a good start, but who's the girl with him? Except, as the figure blurs past him and out of the door to the bathroom, Mike's own stomach lurches and his breath catches in his throat. It's no girl, it's Bill. He takes a deep breath, it's not like they haven't fallen asleep before, but that's been on the couch, not in bed. And as he turns over, the sheets stick to his bare skin and oh holy fuck, where are his clothes? Desperately searching his memory, it's almost entirely blank and he doesn't know if this is good or bad.
countthestripes (22:21:38): Bill makes a disgusted face as he clears up the slight mess he's made throwing up, sinking to his knees and closing his eyes for a moment he tries in vain to recall the nights events once more, but after a few moments of nothing he gives up, leaning over to throw up once more. He sits there for a few minutes after, until he's sure he's finished, and then gets heavily to his feet and rinses his mouth out with water. He emerges from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, and hand ruffling the back of his hair for a moment before he half smiles in a sheepish sort of manner at Mike.
cardencheckmarks (22:31:47): Groaning again, Mike tries his best to fall back asleep, but as Bill re-enters the room, he knows there's no point. He sits up, scratching over his bare chest, ignorant of the marks litterred across it from Bill's mouth, and rubbing his arm awkwardly, the way he always does when he's nervous. He wishes he could remember what happened, if there's any reason to feel awkward, but from the tension between them now, he guesses that there probably is. Not knowing what to say, he gives the other boy a half-smile, and mumbles out a "You okay?" in a sleep-thickened voice.
countthestripes (22:39:19): "Yeah..." he mumbles not too convincingly, motioning his head back towards the bathroom he shrugs his shoulders a little and fiddles with his hair again, "Threw up," he admits, though Mike probably already knows it, really he just feels awkward and the gap in speech wasn't helping so he feels compelled to speak. "That was some night huh? I don't even remember..." He tries to sound light and breezey but he's still wondering what exactly happened to their clothing and how they ended up naked and in Mike's bed together.
cardencheckmarks (22:58:48): He smiles, awkward and forced, and scratches more viciously at his arm. "Yeah, it was.... Yeah, I can't remember it either," he grins bashfully before slipping out of bed. Thank christ he's at least in his boxers, small mercy. He wanders slowly into the bathroom, trailing his hand along the hallway wall, feeling delicate and wobbly still. Splashing cold water on his face and trying to both wake up and calm down, he raises his head and catches sight of his reflection. Eyes landing on the bruises that are scattered over his skin, he lets out a choked noise. What the hell did they do? "Um, Bill?" he calls through to the other boy, voice shaky, "Do you remember anything?"
countthestripes (23:07:01): Bill notices the bruising and markings on the other boys body as he steps past him to go to the bathroom, choking back a noise he flashes back to the night before, his hands and mouth all over the other boy. "No," he lies in reply, voice slightly high pitched as he clambers into a pair of boxer shorts and climbs into his own bed pulling the pillow over his head. "Why?" He's pretty sure the other boy will be able to tell he's lying, but his memory can't be right, he's not gay and neither is Mike and they definately wouldn't of ended up together. It must have just been a random girl Mike picked up last night and lost too, since there is definately no sign of a girl in the apartment.
cardencheckmarks (23:12:32): The problem is, he honestly can't remember anything at all. The end of the party at Johnny's is hazy at best, and after that is simply blank. There's no girl in the apartment, and he can't have gone to sleep next to one because Bill was asleep next to him this morning. Unless they both did and that just presents way too many questions, both about themselves and whether they actually know any girls like that. He remembers most of the party, and no hookup springs to mind and that really only leaves one option; that Bill made those marks all over his skin. The second he realises that, images flash behind his eyes of the night before, greedy kisses on the sofa, desperately shedding clothes, and he feels dizzy again. Clinging on to the sink as if it can stop the room spinning, he swallows hard. The shrill sound of William's voice hurts his ears, but it also betrays his words. He's lying. "Um, yeah, me either. I just, uh, think I must have had a good night, is all."
countthestripes (23:25:12): "Yeah?" He calls out questioningly, hoping the other boy will somehow make everything better as always. "You get lucky with a girl or something?" He forces himself to ask, trying to keep his tone neutral instead of the high-pitched squeak it keeps coming out in. It's very obvious he's not going to sleep or anything, so he slides out of bed and pads barefoot through to the kitchen, finding most of their clothes together around the couch only serves to take away any chance of this being an interesting coincidence. And now he can remember it a little clearer and it's nothing to take comfort in as he groans and attempts to make a coffee.
cardencheckmarks (23:31:38): "Mmm, maybe," he replies noncomittally. He makes a mental note to text Johnny and whoever else will know if he scored at the party, given that drunk or sober, both he and Johnny are incapable of keeping their mouths shut. That of course will require his cell phone, which he can't find. His eyes scan the room for it, and come up short. Which makes sense, since its probably in his pants from last night. Except, he can't really remember where he took them off, and if they're not here, they must be by the sofa and shit, there's no way he just got undressed himself there. Cringing, he walks into the lounge and retrieves his phone, txting Johnny although there's little point. His clothes are all over the floor, as are Bill's, and it seems pretty obvious what happened. Still, he doesn't quite want to believe it, so he texts Johnny anyway, his last hope. "Make me one too, yeah?" he calls over his shoulder into the kitchen as he drops down heavily onto the sofa, trying to ignore the images that are trying to flood back into his mind.
countthestripes (23:42:36): "Yeah," he nods his head in agreement and fetches an extra mug from the cupboard. When he's finished making them, he carries to the two mugs of tea to the coffee table and perches himself on the couch, keeping a reasonable distance between their bodies. It's awkward and he hates it, and it doesn't seem like it's something that's just going to go away by itself and he really, really hopes they don't have to talk about it, but he has a big feeling they do. He sips at his coffee as an excuse not to engage in conversation, silently wondering how it even happened.
cardencheckmarks (23:49:54): Mike jumps as his cell buzzes, a response from Johnny. Sliding his mug onto the table, his heart thumps as he picks up the phone to read the text, holding his breath. When he opens the message, No, u struck out loser. Had 2 make do with Bilvy his heart sinks and his stomach twists. Trust Minardi to say exactly the wrong thing at the wrong time. So, that pretty much proves it. Bill's responsible for the marks on his chest, and they're both responsible for the heap of discarded clothes by the sofa. Fuck. And okay, sometimes he's thought about it, but more in a hypothetical way than actually wanting it, because he's not gay. He's not. Except, he can remember that he wanted it last night, really wanted it, and that's the reason they stopped. Fuck again. He takes a gulp of his coffee, barely registering the burn of the hot liquid, and despite his hangover, he wishes it was something stronger.
countthestripes (23:53:50): "Who's'at?" he asks, head indicating the phone in the other boys hand as he looks curiously at it for a moment, "Your girl?" He's still clinging to that one tiny little hope that it was someone other than him, and he's not entirely sure why he's so desperate for it to not have been himself. Okay, so they're both guys and neither of them are gay, but everyones experimented or something right? And if he looks at him in that way, it's not like Mike is unattractive or anything, he could have done a lot worse. That thought alone brings a slight flush to his cheek and he takes another gulp of his own coffee, nibbling on his bottom lip.
cardencheckmarks (23:58:14): He frowns, sighing. "Just Minardi." God, it's starting to look like Bill has no idea what happened, lucky for him because Mike is almost wishing he didn't either. He has no clue what they're going to do now. He wishes they could just shrug it off and ignore it, but there's still the residual tension, and there's got to be a reason past alcohol why it happened. He swigs the rest of his coffee, getting up abruptly and dumping the cup in the kitchen. Standing in the kitchen, he drops his head into his hands and chokes down a growled noise of frustration. He's really fucked up this time.
countthestripes (00:02:10): "Oh right," he nods his head a little, shifting back into the corner of the couch and curling up slightly, eyes wandering to their clothes strewn about the floor, and their really is no other explanation for any of it, other than it was him that tore Mike's clothes off last night, kissed and marked his skin whilst his hands wandered over his body. And if he lets himself think about it, he knows that it's what he wanted to, he can specifically remember repeating that the other boy was his. He's roused from his thoughts by the sounds of Carden going to the kitchen and he follows behind, hovering in the doorway a little awkwardly, because how does one bring this up properly?
cardencheckmarks (00:13:09): He doesn't notice Bill standing in the doorway until he looks up, and there's no way they can not talk about it now. He shakes his head, dark hair falling into his eyes, and doesn't even try to smile. Rubbing a hand over his bare chest, his fingers automatically trace over where he knows the bruises to be, and he shrugs. "Look," he starts, without the faintest idea where this is going, "I guess it's pretty obvious by now that, uh, that you did, well, this, I guess. But, uh, we were really wasted, and it doesn't matter, okay? We'll just, uh, forget about it." But he knows that he won't, because now he can remember the previous night, it's like Bill's touches and kisses are seared onto his skin and he wonders how he ever forgot.
countthestripes (00:19:53): His cheeks flush a darker colour as he nods his head, keeping silent throughout the other boys little speech. He shifts from foot to foot awkward and unsure of what to say in reply, because though he'll likely never admit it there's a part of him that wants to be all over Mike again. He can remember perfectly what it felt like kissing and touching him, can still faintly taste the other boy in his mouth, even if he is still a little hayzey on the events. "Right, just forget," he agrees, as though it would be that easy and simple. "So erm...we didn't, erm, y'know anyway?"
cardencheckmarks (00:24:46): His eyes widen in response to the question, "No, no, we didn't, fuck, no." He shakes his head, disagreeing vehemently like it's a ridiculous idea. Which of course, it is. Only that it's not, because he knows that last night could easily have gone that far, a fact which scares him immensely. He wants to say he doesn't know where this has come from, that he's never thought about it or any guy before, but he can't lie to himself. And no matter how many times he's told himself they're just thoughts, now he's acting on them, and what does that mean? "M'going for a shower," he grunts, pushing past William and biting his lip as their bare arms connect and the touch of skin on skin sparks another wave of memories and sensations.
countthestripes (00:35:07): "Okay," he nods his head again, somehow he's not sure if he's relieved or disappointed, relieved is what he tells himself, taking a slight breath and running his fingers through his hair. "Okay," he repeats again, unsure of what else to say, though he can't deny the sudden heat he feels as their arms brush. He bites on his bottom lip, now would be an appropriate time for making some sort of joke about joining him, to help calm the situation but he can't bring himself to do it, so instead he just nods his head and snatches his arm back.
cardencheckmarks (00:44:26): Grabbing a towel from the hall closet, Mike switches on the hot water and waits for the shower to heat up. Locking the door behind him, he steps out of his boxers and under the stream of water, sighing loudly. He's clammy and dirty feeling, scrubbing at his skin as though he can wash the lingering touch off. But it won't go, as much as he wishes it would, and as his hands lather soap over his legs, inching higher up his thigh, his fingers brush his cock, and his stomach jumps, the memory of William's hand on him returning. He starts to curl his fingers around himself, it's so tempting, and pauses. He won't jerk off in the shower thinking about Bill, he just won't, it's too weird. No, really, it is, he tells himself as he can't seem to stop.
countthestripes (00:50:06): Bill is at a loss of what to do with himself, he wanders back into the bedroom and stands there for a moment, he has the idea of going back to bed and waking up when this is all over, except thats really not any sort of plan, and the sight of Mike's bed is far more tempting than his own. Before he knows it he's lying down, the scent of the other boy surrounding him as he shuts his eyes for a moment. He can hear the sound of the shower running and struggles not to picture the water running down the other boys naked form. He makes a slight noise and shifts around a little.
cardencheckmarks (01:09:13): His fingers still curled around himself, Mike bites his lip and pulls his hand away, switching the water off hurriedly because he knows if he stays here, he'll keep going. He's already hard though, and the towel he slings around his waist does little to disguise the fact. He debates staying in the bathroom til it wears off, but then Bill will just get suspicious. Urgh, he's really screwed now. Steeling himself, he heads out and back to their room, pausing by the closed door, suddenly not feeling brave enough to go in because he can feel phantom hands on him again and the hoarse whispered "mine", that Bill repeated over and over last night is ringing in his ears.
countthestripes (01:17:54): Bill is oblivious to the other boy being right outside of the door, and remains curled up on Mike's bed, he's even managed to lay his fingers on one of Mike's old shirts, fingers twisted up in the fabric, it'd be nice to be able to just go to sleep right now and not have to worry about anything, but that's not going to happen. He sighs, mind flicking back to the night before testing to see what he can and can't remember. He can remember his own fumbling hands curling around Mike's erection, the way the other boy trembled and gasped beneath him, and before he's aware of whats happening his hands are moving down his own body, pressing against the bulge swelling in his boxers.
cardencheckmarks (01:24:11): Taking a deep breath, he tries to shake off the feeling, and pushes the bedroom door open. The color drains from his face as he's greeted with the sight of William laid on his bed instead of his own, hands curled around a teeshirt he recognises as one of his own, and god, he's touching himself. He lets out a choked noise, what's happening to us?, and his skin feels like it's on fire. "Bill, I.... fuck," his voice is low and strangled and he's completely lost here, drowning in whatever this is that's happening.
countthestripes (01:26:43): His eyes fly open, hand moving away as though burned before he tugs the duvet over his head in attempt to hide himself from the other boy, cheeks flushed a bright red he's not entirely sure he ever wants to emerge from here. It's one thing for them to have been like it when they were drunk and horny, but now he's stone cold sober and they've already had the awkward conversation. "I'm sorry," he mumbles, voice muffled and shameful.
cardencheckmarks (01:32:09): He's crossing the room before he knows it, throwing back the duvet and staring down at Bill, laid on his bed. He looks at him dazedly for a moment, like he's never seen him before and in some twisted way, it's like he hasn't. Bending down, drops of water falling from his soaking hair onto the other boy, he grips his shoulders tightly and pulls him up roughly, forcing him to sit up. Dropping to sit next to him, he kisses him hard and bruising, like it's something he needs to get out of his system.
countthestripes (01:40:59): Bill looks up at him with an equally dazed and slightly surprised expression on his face, he's even more confused as the other boy bends down beside him and he's almost sure Mike is going to throw him out of the bed or hit him or something but then they're sat side by side and Mike's lips are on him and it's last night all over again, and there's this desperate feeling inside of him, bubbling up, making him reach out, drag nails over soft skin and touch as much of him as he can. "Mine." He mumbles, the word leaving his lips before he's even aware of it.
cardencheckmarks (01:54:33): He mumbles against his lips, his heart seeming to both flutter and sink at the word, and this confusion will kill him. His head spinning again, he nods, and bites his lip less gently than he ought, tugging it. Holding onto Bill like a liferaft, he squeezes his arms, fingers digging into the slender limbs. This is really, really crazy, and probably a horrible idea, no, definitely a horrible idea, but it's like Bill's gotten under his skin last night, left something behind when he kissed him, touched him, and he has to give it back.
countthestripes (01:58:14): He whimpers softly at the bite to his lip, eyes slipping closed as he slides himself a little closer to him, fingers grazing over his skin, pressing against bruises he made last night and leaving lines of red, burning on the soft skin. He's not even sure what's going on anymore, and in that fuzzy way, the only thing he's sure of is that he wants this, maybe even needs it. Kisses get harder, deeper, and he's so hard and desperate it's taking his last bit of restraint to prevent himself from just rubbing up against the other boy.
cardencheckmarks (02:08:40): He hisses sharply as the bruises sting, a painful reminder that this is real. He shouldn't want this, he should be better than this, but he does, he isn't. It's kind of like this has always been coming though, the way their relationship has shifted and altered, and if Bill had been a girl then maybe Mike would have acknowledged sooner that their relationship was always weighted with something more. Still, he's harsh and unforgiving as he kisses the other boy, pulling him closer and gripping him tighter, like he blames him for this, for making him want it.
countthestripes (02:13:21): Bills all soft gasps and quite little whimpers at the other boys movements, harsh kisses and tight grips making him squirm and scrape his nails harder, deeper, unsure of what he hopes to acchieve, he just wants more of his marks on the other boy, so there can be no doubt. Mike must be his, it seems to be the only think making sense to him right now, that Mike is his and no one elses.
cardencheckmarks (02:19:20): Pushing Bill backwards, the other boy's head hits the pillow with a soft thump, and he climbs on top of him, hands near-groping him as they roam over his body. His towel starts to slip, and it's a miracle it's stayed on this long as he rolls his hips against Bill's. He wishes Bill would stop making those noises, they make him shiver, and he knows they'll be burned into his memory, trapped and unforgettable. Cursing the fact he's such an aural person, and Bill is so vocal, and that's just another way in which they seem to fit together and yet conflict at the same time, he scratches his nails down Bill's chest, short nails dragging fire.
countthestripes (02:25:05): He lets out a slight moan as his head hits the pillow, shifting his body slightly as he lifts up into the touches of the other boys hands, shivering slightly. His own fingers move to the slipping towel, a sharp tug and it falls away, his hands move to Mike's hips, grazing over them lightly before he rolls his own into them. "Oh..fuck....need...need you...." he mumbles, sentence broken with those little moans as he feels nails scrape his skin. "Please," he gasps, pushing his hips up again, pressing himself against the other boy.
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ardencheckmarks (02:34:26): He groans, his head falling onto Bill's shoulder. He barely notices the towel's disappearance, lost in the sensation of too much skin on his own. He rolls his hips again, pushing them down hard. "Fuck," he hisses, "Bill," but the name is a groan as Bill pushes himself against him and he's losing himself in this, forgetting anything but how good it feels and how much he wants it. "Please what?" he pleads, wanting more and not knowing what more is. He's afraid of the answer because it's not like he knows what he's doing here, like either of them does, but he can't help but ask because this isn't enough.
ountthestripes (02:38:03): He flutters his lashes open, eyes wide and pleading as they stare up at him, hips pushing up again, "Need more," he begs, losing all restraint, his hands slide over the other boy again, hips pushing up, rubbing against him. "Mine...Mike....my Mike," he purrs the words out, tongue savouring the other boys name as he moves his lips to Mike's neck, sucking and biting on the soft skin, adding new marks to the ones aquired yesterday.
cardencheckmarks (02:45:15): He twists and turns against him, not sure if he wants more of this or to stop it. He knows what he should do, but then, he started this, so stopping it is beyond his reach. Bill's totally strung out now, abandoned, and it's making him crazy. He can't lie, he's heard these noises from Bill before, the nights he's been exiled to their sofa, but hearing his name like that, so reverent and gasped, it barely even sounds like it belongs to him. "Bill, stop, I can't stop," he mutters a little desperately, gripping him tightly and gasping as teeth and lips move over his neck.
countthestripes (02:49:00): "Don't...don't want to stop..." he mumbles, lips brushing skin even as he talks, "Need you, right now." He's demanding, horny and filled with such desire for the other boy that he feels like he's lost control of his own body, hips pushing up to him again, he isnt entirely sure what he's even begging for, just knows that whatever it is, he needs it. He feels like he's going to explode from the need and want building up inside of him, he bites down hard on the other boys collarbone, bringing a purple mark to the skin.
cardencheckmarks (02:54:04): The friction as he pushes his pelvis down onto Bill's, rolling his hips, coincides with the bite to his collar and he cries out, the other boy's name a groaned gasp. He shares the same feeling as Bill, so caught up in the moment and the physical need to gain more contact as they move against each other more frenziedly that he feels removed from it. He needs this too, want pooling in his stomach and thrumming in his veins, making his skin burn and his heart race. "Should stop," he whispers brokenly, breathing heavily, even as he rolls his hips again "I don't think I can."
countthestripes (02:58:01): "Can't....can't....don't...." he mumbles, repeating the words softly as their hips roll against each other and the friction makes him moan and gasp, heavy pants leaving his bruised lips. He's so out of it, emotions mixed up, that he feels euphoric, drunk even but it's like, being drunk on the other boy, and somehow its better than any drink he's ever had, but he can't get enough, feels like nothing will ever be enough.
cardencheckmarks (03:19:38): "Bill," he repeats one last time, one last attempt to stop this, "I can't stop." And it's like he's pleading for the other boy to stop it, but he knows he won't and he's scared of where they're heading because they're not drunk, they can't take this back. His lips fixed to Bill's neck, he mumbles the words against damp skin, his voice strangled and unsteady, "I want this?" but it's a question, not does he want this, he knows he does, but does Bill? Because he won't fuck this up worse, he can't.
God, it feels good to be using this lj again :P
cardencheckmarks (22:00:16): "Eurgh." It's early afternoon before Mike wakes, light too bright and searing through his still-closed eyes. He groans and tries to turn over, feeling nauseous and groggy, but there's a weight lying on his arm and he can't figure out what it is. He's half-afraid to look, he doesn't remember getting home last night, and it wouldn't be the first time he's woken up with someone he doesn't quite remember, much to his horror. He unceremoniously tugs his arm out from underneath the weight, grimacing at the pounding in his head and the foul taste in his mouth, and turns onto his stomach, hiding his head under the pillow.
countthestripes (22:07:09): It's the movement from the other boy that finally wakes William up, he grunts slightly and wriggles trying to get comfortable once more, but all too soon there's that post-alcohol nausea and he groggily opens his eyes to see who it is he's been lying on. A slight frown creases his forehead as he realises not only has he slept curled up to the other boy, but they are both devoid of clothing and he can't seem to recall exactly what happened after they left Johnny's. All this amounts to another grunt before he's up and dashing to the bathroom, reaching it only just in time before he throws up.
cardencheckmarks (22:11:30): When the heavy weight and warm body that's lying next to him launches itself out of bed, Mike has no choice but to turn his head and crack open an eye. Thankfully, he recognises the room and realises he's in his own bed. Well, he's at home, so that's a good start, but who's the girl with him? Except, as the figure blurs past him and out of the door to the bathroom, Mike's own stomach lurches and his breath catches in his throat. It's no girl, it's Bill. He takes a deep breath, it's not like they haven't fallen asleep before, but that's been on the couch, not in bed. And as he turns over, the sheets stick to his bare skin and oh holy fuck, where are his clothes? Desperately searching his memory, it's almost entirely blank and he doesn't know if this is good or bad.
countthestripes (22:21:38): Bill makes a disgusted face as he clears up the slight mess he's made throwing up, sinking to his knees and closing his eyes for a moment he tries in vain to recall the nights events once more, but after a few moments of nothing he gives up, leaning over to throw up once more. He sits there for a few minutes after, until he's sure he's finished, and then gets heavily to his feet and rinses his mouth out with water. He emerges from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, and hand ruffling the back of his hair for a moment before he half smiles in a sheepish sort of manner at Mike.
cardencheckmarks (22:31:47): Groaning again, Mike tries his best to fall back asleep, but as Bill re-enters the room, he knows there's no point. He sits up, scratching over his bare chest, ignorant of the marks litterred across it from Bill's mouth, and rubbing his arm awkwardly, the way he always does when he's nervous. He wishes he could remember what happened, if there's any reason to feel awkward, but from the tension between them now, he guesses that there probably is. Not knowing what to say, he gives the other boy a half-smile, and mumbles out a "You okay?" in a sleep-thickened voice.
countthestripes (22:39:19): "Yeah..." he mumbles not too convincingly, motioning his head back towards the bathroom he shrugs his shoulders a little and fiddles with his hair again, "Threw up," he admits, though Mike probably already knows it, really he just feels awkward and the gap in speech wasn't helping so he feels compelled to speak. "That was some night huh? I don't even remember..." He tries to sound light and breezey but he's still wondering what exactly happened to their clothing and how they ended up naked and in Mike's bed together.
cardencheckmarks (22:58:48): He smiles, awkward and forced, and scratches more viciously at his arm. "Yeah, it was.... Yeah, I can't remember it either," he grins bashfully before slipping out of bed. Thank christ he's at least in his boxers, small mercy. He wanders slowly into the bathroom, trailing his hand along the hallway wall, feeling delicate and wobbly still. Splashing cold water on his face and trying to both wake up and calm down, he raises his head and catches sight of his reflection. Eyes landing on the bruises that are scattered over his skin, he lets out a choked noise. What the hell did they do? "Um, Bill?" he calls through to the other boy, voice shaky, "Do you remember anything?"
countthestripes (23:07:01): Bill notices the bruising and markings on the other boys body as he steps past him to go to the bathroom, choking back a noise he flashes back to the night before, his hands and mouth all over the other boy. "No," he lies in reply, voice slightly high pitched as he clambers into a pair of boxer shorts and climbs into his own bed pulling the pillow over his head. "Why?" He's pretty sure the other boy will be able to tell he's lying, but his memory can't be right, he's not gay and neither is Mike and they definately wouldn't of ended up together. It must have just been a random girl Mike picked up last night and lost too, since there is definately no sign of a girl in the apartment.
cardencheckmarks (23:12:32): The problem is, he honestly can't remember anything at all. The end of the party at Johnny's is hazy at best, and after that is simply blank. There's no girl in the apartment, and he can't have gone to sleep next to one because Bill was asleep next to him this morning. Unless they both did and that just presents way too many questions, both about themselves and whether they actually know any girls like that. He remembers most of the party, and no hookup springs to mind and that really only leaves one option; that Bill made those marks all over his skin. The second he realises that, images flash behind his eyes of the night before, greedy kisses on the sofa, desperately shedding clothes, and he feels dizzy again. Clinging on to the sink as if it can stop the room spinning, he swallows hard. The shrill sound of William's voice hurts his ears, but it also betrays his words. He's lying. "Um, yeah, me either. I just, uh, think I must have had a good night, is all."
countthestripes (23:25:12): "Yeah?" He calls out questioningly, hoping the other boy will somehow make everything better as always. "You get lucky with a girl or something?" He forces himself to ask, trying to keep his tone neutral instead of the high-pitched squeak it keeps coming out in. It's very obvious he's not going to sleep or anything, so he slides out of bed and pads barefoot through to the kitchen, finding most of their clothes together around the couch only serves to take away any chance of this being an interesting coincidence. And now he can remember it a little clearer and it's nothing to take comfort in as he groans and attempts to make a coffee.
cardencheckmarks (23:31:38): "Mmm, maybe," he replies noncomittally. He makes a mental note to text Johnny and whoever else will know if he scored at the party, given that drunk or sober, both he and Johnny are incapable of keeping their mouths shut. That of course will require his cell phone, which he can't find. His eyes scan the room for it, and come up short. Which makes sense, since its probably in his pants from last night. Except, he can't really remember where he took them off, and if they're not here, they must be by the sofa and shit, there's no way he just got undressed himself there. Cringing, he walks into the lounge and retrieves his phone, txting Johnny although there's little point. His clothes are all over the floor, as are Bill's, and it seems pretty obvious what happened. Still, he doesn't quite want to believe it, so he texts Johnny anyway, his last hope. "Make me one too, yeah?" he calls over his shoulder into the kitchen as he drops down heavily onto the sofa, trying to ignore the images that are trying to flood back into his mind.
countthestripes (23:42:36): "Yeah," he nods his head in agreement and fetches an extra mug from the cupboard. When he's finished making them, he carries to the two mugs of tea to the coffee table and perches himself on the couch, keeping a reasonable distance between their bodies. It's awkward and he hates it, and it doesn't seem like it's something that's just going to go away by itself and he really, really hopes they don't have to talk about it, but he has a big feeling they do. He sips at his coffee as an excuse not to engage in conversation, silently wondering how it even happened.
cardencheckmarks (23:49:54): Mike jumps as his cell buzzes, a response from Johnny. Sliding his mug onto the table, his heart thumps as he picks up the phone to read the text, holding his breath. When he opens the message, No, u struck out loser. Had 2 make do with Bilvy his heart sinks and his stomach twists. Trust Minardi to say exactly the wrong thing at the wrong time. So, that pretty much proves it. Bill's responsible for the marks on his chest, and they're both responsible for the heap of discarded clothes by the sofa. Fuck. And okay, sometimes he's thought about it, but more in a hypothetical way than actually wanting it, because he's not gay. He's not. Except, he can remember that he wanted it last night, really wanted it, and that's the reason they stopped. Fuck again. He takes a gulp of his coffee, barely registering the burn of the hot liquid, and despite his hangover, he wishes it was something stronger.
countthestripes (23:53:50): "Who's'at?" he asks, head indicating the phone in the other boys hand as he looks curiously at it for a moment, "Your girl?" He's still clinging to that one tiny little hope that it was someone other than him, and he's not entirely sure why he's so desperate for it to not have been himself. Okay, so they're both guys and neither of them are gay, but everyones experimented or something right? And if he looks at him in that way, it's not like Mike is unattractive or anything, he could have done a lot worse. That thought alone brings a slight flush to his cheek and he takes another gulp of his own coffee, nibbling on his bottom lip.
cardencheckmarks (23:58:14): He frowns, sighing. "Just Minardi." God, it's starting to look like Bill has no idea what happened, lucky for him because Mike is almost wishing he didn't either. He has no clue what they're going to do now. He wishes they could just shrug it off and ignore it, but there's still the residual tension, and there's got to be a reason past alcohol why it happened. He swigs the rest of his coffee, getting up abruptly and dumping the cup in the kitchen. Standing in the kitchen, he drops his head into his hands and chokes down a growled noise of frustration. He's really fucked up this time.
countthestripes (00:02:10): "Oh right," he nods his head a little, shifting back into the corner of the couch and curling up slightly, eyes wandering to their clothes strewn about the floor, and their really is no other explanation for any of it, other than it was him that tore Mike's clothes off last night, kissed and marked his skin whilst his hands wandered over his body. And if he lets himself think about it, he knows that it's what he wanted to, he can specifically remember repeating that the other boy was his. He's roused from his thoughts by the sounds of Carden going to the kitchen and he follows behind, hovering in the doorway a little awkwardly, because how does one bring this up properly?
cardencheckmarks (00:13:09): He doesn't notice Bill standing in the doorway until he looks up, and there's no way they can not talk about it now. He shakes his head, dark hair falling into his eyes, and doesn't even try to smile. Rubbing a hand over his bare chest, his fingers automatically trace over where he knows the bruises to be, and he shrugs. "Look," he starts, without the faintest idea where this is going, "I guess it's pretty obvious by now that, uh, that you did, well, this, I guess. But, uh, we were really wasted, and it doesn't matter, okay? We'll just, uh, forget about it." But he knows that he won't, because now he can remember the previous night, it's like Bill's touches and kisses are seared onto his skin and he wonders how he ever forgot.
countthestripes (00:19:53): His cheeks flush a darker colour as he nods his head, keeping silent throughout the other boys little speech. He shifts from foot to foot awkward and unsure of what to say in reply, because though he'll likely never admit it there's a part of him that wants to be all over Mike again. He can remember perfectly what it felt like kissing and touching him, can still faintly taste the other boy in his mouth, even if he is still a little hayzey on the events. "Right, just forget," he agrees, as though it would be that easy and simple. "So erm...we didn't, erm, y'know anyway?"
cardencheckmarks (00:24:46): His eyes widen in response to the question, "No, no, we didn't, fuck, no." He shakes his head, disagreeing vehemently like it's a ridiculous idea. Which of course, it is. Only that it's not, because he knows that last night could easily have gone that far, a fact which scares him immensely. He wants to say he doesn't know where this has come from, that he's never thought about it or any guy before, but he can't lie to himself. And no matter how many times he's told himself they're just thoughts, now he's acting on them, and what does that mean? "M'going for a shower," he grunts, pushing past William and biting his lip as their bare arms connect and the touch of skin on skin sparks another wave of memories and sensations.
countthestripes (00:35:07): "Okay," he nods his head again, somehow he's not sure if he's relieved or disappointed, relieved is what he tells himself, taking a slight breath and running his fingers through his hair. "Okay," he repeats again, unsure of what else to say, though he can't deny the sudden heat he feels as their arms brush. He bites on his bottom lip, now would be an appropriate time for making some sort of joke about joining him, to help calm the situation but he can't bring himself to do it, so instead he just nods his head and snatches his arm back.
cardencheckmarks (00:44:26): Grabbing a towel from the hall closet, Mike switches on the hot water and waits for the shower to heat up. Locking the door behind him, he steps out of his boxers and under the stream of water, sighing loudly. He's clammy and dirty feeling, scrubbing at his skin as though he can wash the lingering touch off. But it won't go, as much as he wishes it would, and as his hands lather soap over his legs, inching higher up his thigh, his fingers brush his cock, and his stomach jumps, the memory of William's hand on him returning. He starts to curl his fingers around himself, it's so tempting, and pauses. He won't jerk off in the shower thinking about Bill, he just won't, it's too weird. No, really, it is, he tells himself as he can't seem to stop.
countthestripes (00:50:06): Bill is at a loss of what to do with himself, he wanders back into the bedroom and stands there for a moment, he has the idea of going back to bed and waking up when this is all over, except thats really not any sort of plan, and the sight of Mike's bed is far more tempting than his own. Before he knows it he's lying down, the scent of the other boy surrounding him as he shuts his eyes for a moment. He can hear the sound of the shower running and struggles not to picture the water running down the other boys naked form. He makes a slight noise and shifts around a little.
cardencheckmarks (01:09:13): His fingers still curled around himself, Mike bites his lip and pulls his hand away, switching the water off hurriedly because he knows if he stays here, he'll keep going. He's already hard though, and the towel he slings around his waist does little to disguise the fact. He debates staying in the bathroom til it wears off, but then Bill will just get suspicious. Urgh, he's really screwed now. Steeling himself, he heads out and back to their room, pausing by the closed door, suddenly not feeling brave enough to go in because he can feel phantom hands on him again and the hoarse whispered "mine", that Bill repeated over and over last night is ringing in his ears.
countthestripes (01:17:54): Bill is oblivious to the other boy being right outside of the door, and remains curled up on Mike's bed, he's even managed to lay his fingers on one of Mike's old shirts, fingers twisted up in the fabric, it'd be nice to be able to just go to sleep right now and not have to worry about anything, but that's not going to happen. He sighs, mind flicking back to the night before testing to see what he can and can't remember. He can remember his own fumbling hands curling around Mike's erection, the way the other boy trembled and gasped beneath him, and before he's aware of whats happening his hands are moving down his own body, pressing against the bulge swelling in his boxers.
cardencheckmarks (01:24:11): Taking a deep breath, he tries to shake off the feeling, and pushes the bedroom door open. The color drains from his face as he's greeted with the sight of William laid on his bed instead of his own, hands curled around a teeshirt he recognises as one of his own, and god, he's touching himself. He lets out a choked noise, what's happening to us?, and his skin feels like it's on fire. "Bill, I.... fuck," his voice is low and strangled and he's completely lost here, drowning in whatever this is that's happening.
countthestripes (01:26:43): His eyes fly open, hand moving away as though burned before he tugs the duvet over his head in attempt to hide himself from the other boy, cheeks flushed a bright red he's not entirely sure he ever wants to emerge from here. It's one thing for them to have been like it when they were drunk and horny, but now he's stone cold sober and they've already had the awkward conversation. "I'm sorry," he mumbles, voice muffled and shameful.
cardencheckmarks (01:32:09): He's crossing the room before he knows it, throwing back the duvet and staring down at Bill, laid on his bed. He looks at him dazedly for a moment, like he's never seen him before and in some twisted way, it's like he hasn't. Bending down, drops of water falling from his soaking hair onto the other boy, he grips his shoulders tightly and pulls him up roughly, forcing him to sit up. Dropping to sit next to him, he kisses him hard and bruising, like it's something he needs to get out of his system.
countthestripes (01:40:59): Bill looks up at him with an equally dazed and slightly surprised expression on his face, he's even more confused as the other boy bends down beside him and he's almost sure Mike is going to throw him out of the bed or hit him or something but then they're sat side by side and Mike's lips are on him and it's last night all over again, and there's this desperate feeling inside of him, bubbling up, making him reach out, drag nails over soft skin and touch as much of him as he can. "Mine." He mumbles, the word leaving his lips before he's even aware of it.
cardencheckmarks (01:54:33): He mumbles against his lips, his heart seeming to both flutter and sink at the word, and this confusion will kill him. His head spinning again, he nods, and bites his lip less gently than he ought, tugging it. Holding onto Bill like a liferaft, he squeezes his arms, fingers digging into the slender limbs. This is really, really crazy, and probably a horrible idea, no, definitely a horrible idea, but it's like Bill's gotten under his skin last night, left something behind when he kissed him, touched him, and he has to give it back.
countthestripes (01:58:14): He whimpers softly at the bite to his lip, eyes slipping closed as he slides himself a little closer to him, fingers grazing over his skin, pressing against bruises he made last night and leaving lines of red, burning on the soft skin. He's not even sure what's going on anymore, and in that fuzzy way, the only thing he's sure of is that he wants this, maybe even needs it. Kisses get harder, deeper, and he's so hard and desperate it's taking his last bit of restraint to prevent himself from just rubbing up against the other boy.
cardencheckmarks (02:08:40): He hisses sharply as the bruises sting, a painful reminder that this is real. He shouldn't want this, he should be better than this, but he does, he isn't. It's kind of like this has always been coming though, the way their relationship has shifted and altered, and if Bill had been a girl then maybe Mike would have acknowledged sooner that their relationship was always weighted with something more. Still, he's harsh and unforgiving as he kisses the other boy, pulling him closer and gripping him tighter, like he blames him for this, for making him want it.
countthestripes (02:13:21): Bills all soft gasps and quite little whimpers at the other boys movements, harsh kisses and tight grips making him squirm and scrape his nails harder, deeper, unsure of what he hopes to acchieve, he just wants more of his marks on the other boy, so there can be no doubt. Mike must be his, it seems to be the only think making sense to him right now, that Mike is his and no one elses.
cardencheckmarks (02:19:20): Pushing Bill backwards, the other boy's head hits the pillow with a soft thump, and he climbs on top of him, hands near-groping him as they roam over his body. His towel starts to slip, and it's a miracle it's stayed on this long as he rolls his hips against Bill's. He wishes Bill would stop making those noises, they make him shiver, and he knows they'll be burned into his memory, trapped and unforgettable. Cursing the fact he's such an aural person, and Bill is so vocal, and that's just another way in which they seem to fit together and yet conflict at the same time, he scratches his nails down Bill's chest, short nails dragging fire.
countthestripes (02:25:05): He lets out a slight moan as his head hits the pillow, shifting his body slightly as he lifts up into the touches of the other boys hands, shivering slightly. His own fingers move to the slipping towel, a sharp tug and it falls away, his hands move to Mike's hips, grazing over them lightly before he rolls his own into them. "Oh..fuck....need...need you...." he mumbles, sentence broken with those little moans as he feels nails scrape his skin. "Please," he gasps, pushing his hips up again, pressing himself against the other boy.
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ardencheckmarks (02:34:26): He groans, his head falling onto Bill's shoulder. He barely notices the towel's disappearance, lost in the sensation of too much skin on his own. He rolls his hips again, pushing them down hard. "Fuck," he hisses, "Bill," but the name is a groan as Bill pushes himself against him and he's losing himself in this, forgetting anything but how good it feels and how much he wants it. "Please what?" he pleads, wanting more and not knowing what more is. He's afraid of the answer because it's not like he knows what he's doing here, like either of them does, but he can't help but ask because this isn't enough.
ountthestripes (02:38:03): He flutters his lashes open, eyes wide and pleading as they stare up at him, hips pushing up again, "Need more," he begs, losing all restraint, his hands slide over the other boy again, hips pushing up, rubbing against him. "Mine...Mike....my Mike," he purrs the words out, tongue savouring the other boys name as he moves his lips to Mike's neck, sucking and biting on the soft skin, adding new marks to the ones aquired yesterday.
cardencheckmarks (02:45:15): He twists and turns against him, not sure if he wants more of this or to stop it. He knows what he should do, but then, he started this, so stopping it is beyond his reach. Bill's totally strung out now, abandoned, and it's making him crazy. He can't lie, he's heard these noises from Bill before, the nights he's been exiled to their sofa, but hearing his name like that, so reverent and gasped, it barely even sounds like it belongs to him. "Bill, stop, I can't stop," he mutters a little desperately, gripping him tightly and gasping as teeth and lips move over his neck.
countthestripes (02:49:00): "Don't...don't want to stop..." he mumbles, lips brushing skin even as he talks, "Need you, right now." He's demanding, horny and filled with such desire for the other boy that he feels like he's lost control of his own body, hips pushing up to him again, he isnt entirely sure what he's even begging for, just knows that whatever it is, he needs it. He feels like he's going to explode from the need and want building up inside of him, he bites down hard on the other boys collarbone, bringing a purple mark to the skin.
cardencheckmarks (02:54:04): The friction as he pushes his pelvis down onto Bill's, rolling his hips, coincides with the bite to his collar and he cries out, the other boy's name a groaned gasp. He shares the same feeling as Bill, so caught up in the moment and the physical need to gain more contact as they move against each other more frenziedly that he feels removed from it. He needs this too, want pooling in his stomach and thrumming in his veins, making his skin burn and his heart race. "Should stop," he whispers brokenly, breathing heavily, even as he rolls his hips again "I don't think I can."
countthestripes (02:58:01): "Can't....can't....don't...." he mumbles, repeating the words softly as their hips roll against each other and the friction makes him moan and gasp, heavy pants leaving his bruised lips. He's so out of it, emotions mixed up, that he feels euphoric, drunk even but it's like, being drunk on the other boy, and somehow its better than any drink he's ever had, but he can't get enough, feels like nothing will ever be enough.
cardencheckmarks (03:19:38): "Bill," he repeats one last time, one last attempt to stop this, "I can't stop." And it's like he's pleading for the other boy to stop it, but he knows he won't and he's scared of where they're heading because they're not drunk, they can't take this back. His lips fixed to Bill's neck, he mumbles the words against damp skin, his voice strangled and unsteady, "I want this?" but it's a question, not does he want this, he knows he does, but does Bill? Because he won't fuck this up worse, he can't.
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