Sunday Meme; part ten

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What Happens in Vegas,
Stays in Vegas

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➣ you've woke up in Vegas, married to each other!
➣ omg.wtf.aaaah or omg.wtf.why did we do that? go with it and have fun!
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✖ get annoyed at

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Spc. Jesse Dylan

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Re: Spc. Jesse Dylan

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Snuggling back into the warm arms wrapped around him Ric doesn't bother to immediately open his eyes as he stretches out languidly beneath the covers and yawns loudly. Blinking at the brightness of the room he slowly wakes up, the blinds are up letting in the afternoon sunlight and bathing the room in a warm yellow glow.

Rubbing at his eyes Ric remains where he is, without even needing to sit up he knows that his stomach will be churning from the sheer quantity of alcohol consumed. He doesn't even remember coming back to the hotel let alone what happened after he left the casino.

Ric wonders if Jesse made it back to his own room alright, blinking at the glint of sunlight that watches on his wedding ring before he lowers his hand.

Wedding ring.

Wedding ring.

Wedding ring.

Plucking at the arm wrapped around his waist Ric inspects the hand to discover that it too has a wedding ring.

[obx_spc_dylan]

"Damn baby, again? You tryin' to kill me?" Jesse murmured as he moved closer, rubbing himself on bubble butt nestled against his body. Half asleep it didn't occur to him that the body was a little gestalt for a woman or that the hands were too big and too rough holding his. All he was aware of was the warmth.

As he slowly came awake, so did other regions of his body. Despite his previous protest, he appeared to be more than capable of a repeat performance. Sleepily he kissed a shoulder and the top of his back. His legs rubbed against his lovers.

That's when he stopped.

The legs were hairy. Not to mention muscular. Possibly more muscular than Jesse's. Slowly, his eyes came open. At first he was laying too close to see more than the back of a neck and dark brown hair. Then the side of a very masculine chin. "Oh no no no no no." He groaned squeezing his eyes closed again. Please God, tell him he wasn't spooning with a dude.

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Focus drawn away from the wedding rings Ric tenses as he feels the co-occupant of the bed wriggle and writhe up against him. Not that he's complaining because that body feels incredibly nice pressed up against his but still... yup... they were both most definitely naked. And actually Ric is fairly sure that he recognises that voice but he's not one hundred percent seeing as it's a little croaky and hoarse from too much drinking.

Pulling away from being spooned he turns to lay on his back, blinking at the sunlight and wondering if he should get up and shut the blinds. Remembering how much his stomach was churning and the fact he and his bed-fellow are both very naked Ric finally turns to stare at... Jesse. "Ah. Eh. Err? Umm. Morning?"

[obx_spc_dylan]

The blond immediately scoots back as far as he can in the bed without actually getting out of it. He just snuggled a dude. Worse. His body had that little hum of satisfaction that he usually reveled in but today it made him nauseous. He would have escaped to the bathroom but he was also a little sore and didn't think he could handle the added humiliation of walking funny in front of Ric.

Oh god, did this make him gay? Was he gay now? When did that happen?! He loved women. He loved their soft skin and long hair. He loved the way they smelled. All he could smell now was combined fluids and the distinct aroma of latex. Thank god they'd been safe about it at least. "What in the fuck...? Don't you good morning me. HOW?!"

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"How? You telling me you have no idea how the birds and bees work? Or are you meaning how as in, how the fuck did we end up in bed together?" Ric lays there, chin resting in the palm of one hand as he rests an elbow against the and knowing full well he's being smarmy. He has no regrets actually, he has always though that Jesse was hot and sure there is the little technicality of them being married but it's not like they can't get a divorce if they need to.

Stretching Ric sits up noting that there is pleasant ache in his body. Now he knows it's Jesse the concern about preotecting his modesty goes out the window and he slips out from under the sheet, wandering naked over to the window, scrathing at his stomach as he peers out at the view. "What the hell did we drink last night because whatever it was? Fucking awesome!"

[obx_spc_dylan]

"No, I'm pretty sure we figured that part out." Oh god. Oh god. He got fucked by a guy. The strangest part was that he wasn't all surprised it was Ric. If he were going to fuck any guy it would be the Mexican and he wasn't even sure why he felt that way. He was a good looking guy but he wasn't let me pop my ass cherry hot. Or well maybe he was considering the predicament they were in now.

Jesse's eyes almost follow Ric against his will. He manages to look away from the other man's nakedness but his eyes eventually drift back. Oh no. Oh god. Was he being converted? Was that what this was? His mother was going to shit a kitten.

In a moment of panic, he wrapped himself in the sheet and sprinted to the bathroom. He really was sore. It wasn't just his ass but his inner thighs and the small of his back. Markers of a lot of sex in multiple positions. It was weird but in the back of his mind he at least hoped that he was top at least for some of it. He didn't think he could handle being some other guy's bitch.

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Ric knows that ache all too well, going by the way his body feels they'd done everything and anything which is cool. Shame Ric can't really remember it all that well but the content thrum in his veins is enough to keep him going for now.

The ghost, or Jesse wrapped in a towel and moving at speed, disappears into the bathroom and Ric is, for a moment, tempted to leave him be. However he knows that Jesse is going to be feeling pretty sore and there is no way he is going to leave it to the kid to take care of himself and end up in more pain.

Following Jesse a few moments later Ric grabs a towel and wraps it around his waist as he peers at his reflection. There are hickeys and bite marks dotted all over his shoulders and neck, not to mention a few trailing down his torso. The same can be said for Jesse too for that matter. "How you doing over there? Done freaking out yet?"

[obx_spc_dylan]

The ring was in the sink after Jesse finally noticed it and ripped it off like he was burned. That couldn't be what it looked like. That wasn't even legal, was it? As the hyperventilation started, Jesse did the only thing he could think to do. Take a shower. It was very The Crying Game. At least he wasn't really crying.

The sound of Ric's voice made him jump. "You're hilarious!" He shouted back through the door. The truth was he hadn't even come near anything below his waist. It was irrational but it was like he was mad at his body parts for doing what it did.

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Ric perches on the counter and watches Jesse shower through the frosted door, only then noticing the ring in the sink. He plucks it out and holds it up to inspect it before setting it back down on the side.

It's pretty obvious that this, despite whatever they'd done last night, is not what Jesse wants and maybe, just maybe it's best if Ric leaves. He slides off of the counter, splashes water on his face and heads back into the bedroom to pick up their haphazardly chucked clothing.

He's got his boxers and black slacks on, shirt on but unbuttoned as he threads his belt through the loops, by the time that Jesse heads back into the bedroom. Ric has even put Jesse's clothing onto a chair in a semi-neat pile.

[obx_spc_dylan]

He took a little longer in the shower than he normally did, just letting the water wash over him. It was a nice hotel so he was in no danger running out of hot water. He only stopped because the heat was making him lightheaded.

Fully prepared to ignore whatever jokes Ric would have, he was surprised when Ric stayed quiet. He even picked up his clothes. It made Jesse feel a little bad about his reaction to the whole thing. "Ric, I... Look, I don't blame you, okay? I don't know what happened last night but uh, I know it was probably voluntary." He stopped himself from declaring his heterosexuality. It was the kneejerk reaction but he was confused as fuck about the whole thing.

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It's easier to pretend that it doesn't hurt to be rejected like this so Ric puts on a smile and waves a hand at Jesse before resuming buttoning up his shirt and reaching for his jacket.

"It's cool, anyway you know what they say? What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas? I doubt it was legal anyway I mean two guys and one of a mutant? I mean hah! Let's not get ahead of ourselves here." He jokes though the smile doesn't reach his eyes as Ric holds up his hands, the gold bnad still around his finger before he realizes that he's waving it around in front of Jesse. Straightening his shirt Ric shoves his left hand into his pocket and rubs at the back of his neck with his right.

"I mean it's not like they have to know it was consumated even if it is legal so... y'know... we'll get it annulled or something if that is the case." Grabbing his wallet and jacket Ric glances around the room once more.

[obx_spc_dylan]

Shit.

For every phony smile Jesse just felt worse. His guy brain was saying to let him go and pretend it never happened. No one had to know but as tempting as that was he wasn't the kind of guy to run around hurting people for sport.

Tossing his pants on the bed, he hurried over to the door to block Ric's escape. He wasn't even sure what he was going to say so for a moment he just stood there poised to say something but nothing came. He just looked apologetic and a little wide eyed. It wasn't often that he looked as young as he actually was.

"I'm not gay." Ugh. Real smooth, jackass. "I..I just mean that it's not personal. Fucking Vin Diesel could be here and I'd still be freaking out right now. I've never even thought about doing stuff with a guy and I don't know what any of this means. How can I be gay if I still like girls?"

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Ric has no idea what Jesse thinks he's doing, blocking the door like that Ric still approaches him though. This time he slides the wedding band off in his pocket and scoops up Jesse's pants off of the bed, holding them out for the younger guy to take.

Gods he is fresh faced, looking at Ric so wide eyed and vulnerable. Bloody hot too. Ric would give anything to kiss him.

"I know you aren't. It's Vegas Jesse, it gets under your skin and makes you do things you'd normally never do." He's trying real hard here, but he can hardly resist framing Jesse's cheeks with his hands. "You came, you saw, you tried on the goods and you can go back to being straight. You've got a whole life ahead of you where you get to marry some pretty girl, get married and have kids. Now move out the way so I can let you get dressed."

[obx_spc_dylan]

It was a nice excuse. A simple one. It was just the nature of Vegas. Now if only he could believe it. Vegas wasn't some magic place where you suddenly get the urge to get some guy's dick in your ass or fucking marry him. No amount of alcohol can make you do something that hasn't in some way always at least given you a passing interest. In the span of a heartbeat, he tried to remember a time when there had been this spark. He remembered high school when he wondered, after Loretta Spiner looked disgusted, if maybe there wasn't something wrong with his cock. He kept trying to sneak peeks at the other guys in the locker room. One expression gave him a damn complex for 3 years until Loretta decided to dye her hair black and bring her girlfriend home to meet the parents

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Whatever it was going through Jesse's head it was both endearing and a little puzzling. His forehead creased in concentration as he stared up at Ric and then... a kiss?!

His first reaction is to lean into the kiss, hands still framing Jesse's face as he presses his lips firmly against those soft plush ones beneath his. Groaning Ric backs Jesse up so he's flush with the hotel bedroom door, sucking on the younger mans lower lip and lowering his hands to hold onto Jesse's hips before he jerks away suddenly as if burned.

Stumbling he lands on his ass on the bed and sits there staring up at Jesse. "Why did you do that? A pity kiss?! Fuck you Jesse."