I'm half drunk, I can't see straight

[bragnificent]

WHO: REGGIE MANTLE, ARCHIE ANDREWS, and YOU.
WHERE: Archie & Reggie's apartment in Heropa.
WHEN: Weekend of June 16th-18th.
WHAT: Reggie and Archie celebrate their newfound independence and take advantage of Reggie's new ability to generate alcohol in a typical teenage fashion: by throwing a party. The theme this month is SUPERHEROES and the invitation is public, so anyone is free to tag in regardless of existing CR!
WARNINGS: Underage drinking mainly, though potentially other party-typical (or otherwise) sensitive content (e.g. drug use, sexual implications/activity, etc.); please mark threads for content as applicable!


INSIDE ( FRI )

ARRIVAL, FOOD & DRINKS:
↳ The apartment, granted, isn't huge -- one of the standard government two bedrooms -- but that's obviously not of major concern for this party's two charming hosts. There's still room outside should it get too crowded... but also, a good party is always a little crowded.

The dining room table is laid out with paper plates and pizza boxes -- the different kinds labeled with post-its -- a stack of red plastic cups, and a cooler of soda, although as specified in the invites hopefully guests also brought their own drinks along if they don't want to be sipping tap water by the end of the evening. Reggie will tell guests as they arrive (if he's the one to greet them) to come find him whenever they need their drinks "freshened up": find him, talk to him, he'll work his magic to turn whatever your drink of choice more alcoholic. All for free this time, too! So generous of him.

The party will be going from "6 PM - ????" but feel free to arrive earlier, and to stay as long as you want. Odds are the festivities will spill over into the early hours of Saturday morning, which gives everyone plenty of time to mingle and make new friends, enemies, love connections, or whatever else, and there's a couch, the floor, tables?!, or even Archie or Reggie's own beds that can be crashed on in a pinch. True that last option might be awkward, but only maybe. They might not even notice!

OPTIONS / ACTIVITIES:
↳ Since it is a party, the whole of the apartment is effectively at any guest's disposal, even beyond the common areas; it may not be considered the most classy to pop inside the hosts's bedrooms, but also hardly unheard of if anyone's in need of some privacy or just a moment alone to take a quick breather.

In the common areas, of course, people are free to mingle, drink, and dance-- hell, it's encouraged. Go wild, grind on each other, show off yours costumes, enjoy the free food, do shots, sit on the couch and chat... the night is full of options, and that's not even including the potential for party games: various drinking games are bound to be organized and played throughout the night, as well as a tipsily-judged (and dubiously categorized) costume "contest" and, naturally, there's always the classic ice-breaker game Never Have I Ever.

Just try not to get too rowdy or turn the music up too loud, in case the neighbors complain! Or you know what, fuck those guys. Smoke in the bathroom, make out on the balcony. If it gets too crowded for you, clear off a table and dance there instead! Seriously, do whatever you want.

OUTSIDE ( FRI )

↳ Outside things might be a little quieter and less crowded, depending on the time of night-- although that's still a "maybe," because on a warm Florida night there's nothing more fun than partying at a poolside. Hope you brought suits or incorporated them into your costumes! But hell, even if not, no one's really going to judge anyone too hard for jumping in (or getting pushed in) with their clothes on or even in their underwear. Anything goes, after all!

There might not be blasting music except for the dim sounds of what can still be heard from the apartment -- unless someone's come prepared and brought their own, of course -- but there's the ambient sounds of conversation and traffic and other such night noise, and the pool area is nicely lit up. It'll close for the night eventually, but still feel free to sneak back in after hours if you don't mind the darkness. Just, y'know, don't drown.

SATURDAY ( MORNING )

↳ By the time Saturday morning rolls around, a lot of people may or may not have left already -- one never can really tell how long a party will last -- but those who haven't may either still be awake (talking, swimming, making out, watching TV, or whatever else) or passed out asleep wherever they found space to.

Sleep in as long as you need, drag yourselves awake and help each other tend to your potential respective hangovers, dig into your hosts's leftovers and/or fridge, or just take the opportunity to have a quiet conversation or moment alone with someone you didn't have the chance to while the party was in full swing.

Comments

[redhott]

[ Kyle always feels morally conflicted, but it's good to know a group of men won't come knocking down his door if he goes ahead with this. But it's not as if Kyle can get far anyways. Ronan will find that out soon enough probably. ]

Okay. Uhm, do you want to sit down? Or, I can... move the pizza...?

[ HOW DO?? He's kissed like TWO people ever, and both times they were not planned whatsoever! ]

[nightmarist]

[Ronan snorts and swings a leg around Kyle, sitting right in his lap. He drapes his arms over Kyle's shoulders, getting nice and comfortable.]

This is good.

[Presuming Kyle doesn't shove him off. Ronan leans in, teasing as he nudges Kyle's nose with his own. In reality, he's not all that much more experienced. Casual encounters aren't his thing. If he wasn't seething after watching Adam fool around last night, he wouldn't be doing it. But here they are, and Ronan tentatively presses his lips to Kyle's, leaving ample opportunity for a protest.]

[redhott]

[ OH GOOD, a tool in an asshole's jealous game with his boyfriend. Man, Kyle LOVES ulterior motives. But, hey, maybe this'll finally teach him something, like don't fall for every boy that gives you a little attention. ]

Kay... [ Kyle rests his strong hands on the top of Ronan's thighs and leans into him, minding his sharp teeth. ]

[nightmarist]

[Ronan's not a terribly good person. But he's a good kisser, and as far as he's concerned, Kyle ought to consider himself lucky. The first kiss is slow and perhaps unexpectedly soft, coming from a boy as severe-looking as Ronan. He's giving Kyle a chance to get used to him, and giving himself a moment to adjust to kissing someone he isn't in love with.

He's finding that he likes it. Kyle's a handsome boy, all sweetness of a kind Ronan would normally admire from afar, too aware that nice boys tend to get caught on his edges. The second kiss is more heated, Ronan's teeth dragging gently across Kyle's lower lip as he sucks it.]

ty I finally get to use his kiss icons haha

[redhott]

[ Heated is a good word for it. Quite literally, in fact. Skin to skin, Kyle's bottomless Hellfire pours into Ronan unconsciously, like being dipped into a nice hot bath. From the tips of his toes, all the way to the top of his head he's soaking in warmth.

His teeth catch on Ronan periodically when he deepens the kiss, pulling at his mouth, but uhh there's no room to apologize when you're lip-locked with another boy. The best he can do is hum sympathetically. ]

[nightmarist]

[Now that is pleasant. Ronan isn't sure what kind of magic is seeping into him, but intimacy is always so much more enjoyable when he's feeling it on two levels. It's a fire that reminds Ronan of his own.

He doesn't mind the teeth, either. In fact, he'd prefer it if Kyle left a mark or several, something to be discovered later by Ronan's unfaithful master. His tongue slips into Kyle's mouth, running along those dangerous fangs. He wonders if this boy's a demon or if it's just an aesthetic thing. Regardless, it's arousing.

While they kiss, Ronan's hands glide up Kyle's chest, running over firm abs and pecs. Feeling out and admiring his muscles, before Ronan's palms drop back to Kyle's hips and he squeezes, shifting their bodies closer.]

[redhott]

[ That's invitation enough for Kyle to wrap his arms more solidly around Ronan. It's all awkward at best, but really Kyle isn't trying to be too impressive right now. The guys knows he's led a very dweeby, innocent life. But that won't stop him from trying, certainly. He's as horny as any teenager—More so since he's had perpetual blue balls since he was twelve.

His hot hands climb up his back, digging gently into growing muscle. It's much softer than the last guy he was with. Then again, Duncan was the pinnacle of brick shit house. Kyle may have very well dodged a bullet not getting fucked by him. But he likes this, too. It's more real, because it's someone similar to him.

Eventually he breaks off the kiss when he tastes the familiar tang of copper, and it's not his for once. ]

Sorry, are you okay?

[nightmarist]

[Ronan doesn't find anything about this particularly awkward, in part thanks to alcohol and the rest due to his own woeful lack of experience. (Arguably) Kavinsky aside, he's only ever been with other awkward nerds, and despite appearances, he's the most awkward among them: a shy Catholic dream-boy dressed like a rock star.

He doesn't realize why Kyle's stopped until the kiss is broken and he notices the taste of his own blood.]

Oh, yeah. Doesn't hurt.

[Of course it doesn't. He can barely feel his face.]

You can be rough, man. I can take it.

[If the scars running up his wrists and scattered across his body are any indication, he's bled a lot worse than anything a little nip of Kyle's teeth might do to him.]

[redhott]

[ Taking it and wanting it are two different things, but he doesn't want to start getting into that and end up breaking the spell happening right now. Something tells him if he gets too wordy Ronan'll get bored and go elsewhere.

So he avoids it a better way, by moving his lips down the guy's chin and across the line of his jaw. Kyle's mouth is probably a jolt of heat each time he opens his mouth for a wet kiss, but there's nothing he can do about it. He's hot inside and out. Special emphasis on inside. ]

[nightmarist]

[Ronan tips his head back, baring his throat for Kyle's teeth. Or lips. Or hands. He meant it about the roughness. He finds pain cathartic. His eyes drift shut and he smiles in a wicked sort of way, feeling good about feeling bad this morning.

One of his hands drifts to the back of Kyle's neck, pressing him in and encouraging Kyle to enjoy his flesh. The other hand slides across Kyle's thigh and dips between his legs.]

[redhott]

[ The former he can do, the latter forces a hand to grab Ronan around his wrist and pull him away from his crotch. ]

Uhm, maybe stay away from there. It's cool if you get off, but I... can't. So...

[ Put that effort to use elsewhere, bro. ]

[nightmarist]

...Oh.

[That's... startling. Ronan swallows down the wave of shame that immediately overcomes him. He feels all at once predatory, even though nothing Kyle said implicates him.]

It's fine. We don't have to.

[redhott]

Yeah. [ It's the same lump in Kyle's throat, too. His eyes stare at everything but the guy in his lap. ] No, I don't—I'm down for it! I just... Physically, I can't. Is all.

[nightmarist]

Okay.

[Maybe that's bullshit or maybe it's not. Ronan doesn't need an explanation.]

Well, don't stop. I'm still good for it.

cw: sexy times

[redhott]

[ It's not. He would literally burn you to a crisp if he came right now. He is saving your life, Ronan! ]

Okay, dude. [ Kyle can't help but laugh at the pushy command. Honestly, even if Kyle can't get any real release from it, he enjoys making other people happy. It makes him feel good.

He puts his mouth back on Ronan, careful of his fangs even if he said he'd like it rough. Kyle'd rather not hit a gusher on his third ever make-out session. That would scar him for life! But, uh, there's something else he can do. Sorry, he's interrupting again with talk! ]

Actually, would you... Sit on the table? [ The hands on Ronan's back slip down to his waist and palm his groin to make his point a little more clear. ] I've always wanted to, uh...

[ Insert really embarrassing jerking motion from Kyle here; he's too awkward to say it out loud. ]

[nightmarist]

[Oh. The tables are turning. Ronan somehow didn't expect that, but now that the offer's made, it seems foolish to refuse. The other boys spent half the night locked in a closet, so why not? This is, apparently, what they're here for.]

Don't let it scare you.

[His dick, he means. Because, much like the rest of him, it's massive to the degree of inconvenience. Ronan climbs off of Kyle and settles himself on the table, helpfully unfastening his leather pants. Conveniently, he's freeballing it today, but he'll leave that for Kyle to discover himself.]

[redhott]

[ Kyle takes it as a joke, since most guys think their dick is the center of the universe, but Ronan had the oomf to back it up. His eyebrows raise, although he's not as gobsmacked as most would imagine. Duncan, again, sort of ruined him on surprisingly big dicks. Fucking Duncan! ]

Dang. Well, you came ready to party. [ Both hands rest on the top of his thighs, his nails naturally as black as his pants. ] How do you not fall over?

[ Doesn't that get annoying? Does he ever get it caught on anything? Honestly, Kyle has a lot of questions, but none of them are appropriate right here and now. If he ever meets this guy again, he...
may have to ask. ]

I haven't done this before, so feedback is appreciated.

[nightmarist]

[Ronan would be embarrassed if he wasn't so inebriated. Yes, yes. Many jokes have been made about it. Ronan's heard them all. Life's tough when you're the offspring of a god-creature and his fantasy Barbie doll. Ronan's physical attributes are just a tad absurd.]

I've had to work out a lot just to be able to carry it.

[Just kidding.]

It's not complicated. Honestly, you're the first-timer. By all means, get acquainted and have fun with it.

[Because Ronan's not difficult to please, and he's excited just to be touched by someone who hasn't touched him before. This is a new experience for him in its own way.]

sorry for the wait

[redhott]

[ Well, Kyle hadn't expected that response, but it fills him with the confidence to do this. The guy just wanted to be touched, and he just wanted to touch him. That's totally doable.

His hand slides down the Ronan's erection at an awkward angle, but uhh it really seems like there's no good angle. ]

Tell me if my hand's too hot. I can't really tell myself...

[ He's keeping the fire inside him low like a smolder, but it's still hotter than any normal person has the right to be. ]

np

[nightmarist]

[It's hot, alright, but it's nowhere near burning. Ronan breathes a soft laugh, shaken more by the feeling of a stranger touching him than he is by the temperature.]

You're fine. Just don't set it on fire.

[He shifts, rocking up against Kyle's palm, encouraging.]

Don't be shy. You've thought about this before, right? Touch me the way you've always wanted to touch someone. For the next fifteen minutes or however long we have before someone walks in, let's just say I'm here to make your dreams come true.

[redhott]

Oh Jesus— [ He totally forgot where the hell they are! Of course he immediately looks around, but the room and hallway is silent. Kyle prays everyone is too boozed up to come anywhere near the kitchen for awhile. ]

How 'bout we don't say that, because it's so damn cheesy?

[ But it makes Kyle smile, so it can't be that bad. It calms his nerves, and if someone walks in, well.... Guess they're getting an eyeful of him crotch-deep in a guy he just met.

He follows the rhythm Ronan naturally lays out for himself. It makes it easier to do this right, squeezing gently as he comes up to the thick head. ]

[nightmarist]

[It's an inside joke, is what it is, but Kyle's blissfully unaware of what he's dealing with, and all the better if he finds it cheesy. Ronan looks away briefly, toward the doorway, but anyone wandering near enough to discover them would have to be keeping silent on purpose. There's a part of him that thrills at the idea of Adam creeping up, watching and seething. No sign of that, though.

His attention returns to Kyle, a purr rumbling in his throat. Kyle's doing well for a supposed first time, his attentive and overly-warm hand spreading heat through Ronan's body. His cock is rock-hard for this unfamiliar touch. It's so arousing that it surprises even Ronan, who always thought fidelity was as much a part of his personality as it was an adherence to his religion. He shouldn't want this so much, his sacred body in the hands of some boy whose name will be forgotten the moment he's sober.]

owwww kyle's kokoro

[redhott]

[ GOOD THING KYLE KNOWS NOTHING ABOUT THIS. He'd feel pretty shitty, but it's not like he's any different. He's using a stranger who slipped into his lap to get some. Figuratively, of course.

But that sound coming out of Ronan is totally worth the blue balls going on in Archie's swimsuit (Oh God, he'll have to clean those ASAP before he gives them back to his friend). His newfound empathy can pick up on the pleasure Ronan is feeling, tendrils of fire starting to lick up the edges of his brow.

Kyle changes his sweating hand immediately and forces the back of his palm harshly against his own erection, squeezing painfully until it behaves. ]

[nightmarist]

Not that it's any of my business...

[Although considering the circumstances, maybe it's a little bit his business.]

...but you look like you're perfectly capable. Physically.

[He means that as a reassurance. He's not sure what Kyle's hangups were earlier, if he's just shy or ashamed or what, but the struggle looks painful. Nevertheless, Ronan keeps his hands to himself. Maybe Kyle will get off just from touching him, which would be really sexy.]

[redhott]

Uhh, ha, yeah, physically. I've got all the necessary gear. It's just, uh... It doesn't end well for anyone if I... you know.

[ So, moving on. Do not dwell on Kyle's problems, insecurities, and the fact that he's desperate enough to be loved he's jacking off a complete stranger. So that's that. He's gonna rub one out of Ronan and feel good about himself for a bit! ]