By this point Guy had quite a bit to drink, Sunshine having plied him with delicious concotions. Not that it would take much to knock the six foot man on his ass, being that he had maybe drank alcohol one other time in his life. At a family event. With his tipsy mother’s permission. He scrubbed a hand over his face, knocking his fake glasses askew as he made his way into the master bedroom. He just needed some place quiet for a minute.
He sat on the bed, flopping back into the decadent sheets with his arms splayed out. He really wished the world would stop trying to wiggle out from beneath him. His mind was a dangerous place, plucking at emotions and heart strings like a two year old on a stradivarius. A drunken poet’s mind. Ha! There was naught left to do but quote the master -
“When in the chronicle of wasted time
I see descriptions of the fairest wights,
And beauty making beautiful old rhyme
In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights,
Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty’s best,
Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow,
I see their antique pen would have express’d
Even such a beauty as you master now.
So all their praises are but prophecies
Of this our time, all you prefiguring;
And, for they look’d but with divining eyes,
They had not skill enough your worth to sing:
For we, which now behold these present days,
Had eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.”
His deep voice rumbled out the sonnet in a drunken slur. When he finished he heard a noise from the direction of the bathroom. He sat up a might too quickly and felt the world churn around him. He steadied himself on the bed, a hand against his head. “Is someone here?” he called. He stood and moved toward the bathroom door.
There was shuffling on the other side of the door before an exaggerated high-pitched tone called out, “Ocupado!”
Aiden giggled hysterically afterward and stumbled out of the bathroom, almost tripping over his own feet. Guy was surprised by this and stumbled backward, knocking back down onto the bed. There was a red solo cup in Aiden’s hand with crystal clear content sloshing around. (And only a fool would think it was water) “You have nice words, dude. You know who else has nice words? Fuckin’ Kanye West. You like cool old Ye-We?”
Aiden jumped onto the bed and bounced a few times, next to where he was splayed out. The movement made Guy's stomach roll. The way he talked to Guy was almost like they had already been conversing for an hour and Guy just hadn’t happened to be present. Aiden patted Guy’s hand, “Of course, of course you like Ye-We.”
To be honest, Aiden didn’t really know how he had gotten here. He had gotten into that fight with Sawyer, wandered off to sniff out his usual drug dealer, and then he ended up here. This was pretty typical of him.
Sitting up, Guy glanced at the hand which touched his. Surprise colored his features. He wasn't opposed to the touch, rather it was the freedom with which he was touched. Twice now. People who drank seemed to be quite physical (and talkative.) And, apparently, when Guy drank he didn't mind.
"Thank you," he said softly, unsure of how else to respond. He certainly didn't know what a 'Ye-We' was nor was he keen on finding out. "It was Shakespeare." Despite his level of intoxication he was glad to know he managed to keep his speech clear and his diction impeccable. First-timers luck and loads of practice for the stage.
"So…" Aiden drawled, "If you're so good with those fancy words, you must be good with talkin' and stuff? What I'm sayin' is: what dat mouf do?"
Aiden waggled his eyebrows dramatically, then laughed at himself because he knew he was the funniest person in the world. The red solo cup was still full and Aiden downed it in one go, watching the boy from the corner of his eye. It was hard to read him when his vision was a little blurry on the sides, but he tried to concentrate to see how the other reacted to Aiden's words. Aiden didn’t want to come onto someone when they weren’t feeling it. He may not have been the most decent person around, but he was not a total scumbag like that.
Guy coughed, surprise catching up his throat. His eyes widened and a hot flush spread over his cheeks. While the other boy drank his mysterious liquid, Guy looked down at his own knees as he brushed his hair back from his face. Was it just him or was it getting quite warm in here? "Well," he finally responded. Well what? His brain was all foggy and he was having trouble thinking straight. But the boy next to him sure was cute though. "That's a big question," he finished. "What would you like it to do?"
“You look - fuck, what’s that word - frastered - no, flu-flustered!” Aiden grinned, proud of his cleverness. “You look flustered. Do I make you nervous?”
Guy lifted his face so that his eyes could meet Aiden’s. He wasn’t entirely sure how to respond to that. He was having trouble responding to much of anything really. “A little I guess,” he finally said with a lopsided grin. “I’m Guy.” He reached out a hand to shake Aiden’s. It was getting hot in here, wasn’t it?
Aiden supposed it was rather normal to exchange names in this kind of situation. He was never good with remembering names (or faces), so he stopped asking a while ago. After this party, he really should sit back and reevaluate his life choices if drinking and sleazing his way through the school's population had become common behavior. He wouldn’t though.
"Hi, Guy." Aiden drawled, scooting closer to Guy and placing his arm around him. He wasn't touching Guy, not yet, but he hovered oh so close. "I'm Aiden. But people call me the Wine-and-Dine Man, 'cause I'm a 5-star restaurant."
The closeness caused Guy to lean back slightly for a moment, as it was rather unexpected. However, he could not say that the way his heart started to thump at a rapid tempo was uncomfortable and he found himself leaning closer to Aiden. He laughed at the other boy’s joke as he removed his coat and tossed it to the floor. “I think I’ll stick to Aiden. A Celtic sun god. Fiery. Very befitting,” he said lazily.
"Huh. Well, you learn something new every day." He moved in closer, his breath a whisper against Guy's lips.
Aiden reached over Guy's lap and caged him with his arms. His lips hovered over his newfound friend, but he didn't close the distance. Instead, he waited for Guy to make the move, to finish what Aiden started.
For a split second his body tensed in panic. Another man was very, VERY close to him. A portion of his brain, the rational part that listened very carefully to dad’s homophobia screamed at him to leave. However, the drunken, emotional part of his brain longed for touch. The hot breath which touched his lips had an odd but not unpleasant scent to it. His body relaxed and he gave in as he leaned into Aiden. His lips lightly brushed across his as his hand reached up to rest lightly on Aiden’s neck.
Aiden returned the kiss with fervor, molding his lips against Guy's before moving down to press open-mouth kisses to his neck and collarbone. His palm kneaded into Guy's hip, but his hands stayed relatively above the belt. Hesitancy radiated from the other and Aiden didn't want to push more than Guy was willing to give. Still, he let his fingers tug slightly at the hem of his sweater to see if Guy would be willing to take his shirt off.
The energy Aiden instilled into the kisses caused Guy’s breath to catch. He leaned his head back to allow Aiden better access to his neck and then helped to remove the sweater to reveal with white tank beneath. He was getting awfully warm and so the cool, air-conditioned air on his bare skin felt divine. The kisses Aiden placed over him left a trail of fire in their wake. Guy pressed closer, catching up Aiden’s lips with his own. His kisses were languid and lazy, adding a slow heat to the moment. This wasn’t a race after all and he enjoyed the way his new friend tasted.
Aiden slid his yellow shirt off with ease, muscle memory keeping his arms from tangling up, and tossed the t-shirt into the nether of the room. He followed Guy's pace, slowing down, his teeth occasionally catching Guy's lip playfully. In return Guy licked Aiden’s upper lip with the tip of his tongue. One of his hands came up to cradle Guy's jaw in his hand, his fingers tugging slightly at the strands of his hair.
The hand in his hair caused Guy to release a quiet moan of pleasure which surprised him. He pulled back and looked into Aiden’s face with some confusion covering his own. His mouth then split into a lopsided grin and he laughed lightly at himself. “Wow,” he breathed. “I need to cool down a second.” He was getting overly hot. It turned out it wasn’t the room but he who was generating all of this heat. He stood on shaky drunken legs, almost fell back into the bed but managed to steady himself. Turning to Aiden he placed his hands on his cheeks and a soft kiss on the boy’s forehead as he said, “I will be right back.”
He made his way to the bathroom with little incident. The plan had been to splash some water onto his face and take a breath. However, drunk feet were not graceful. He tripped over the bathmat, tried to hang onto the shower curtain for support, ended up taking the shower curtain down as he fell into the tub. His booted foot hit the handle for the faucet and sent cold water streaming out of the showerhead down onto the fallen archaeologist. Wrapped up in a curtain, water spilling over his face, and one leg hanging out of the tub, Guy lay there in a haze of drunken confusion. What the hell had just happened?
Aiden pouted at Guy’s back, his lip jutting out childishly. Just as things were starting to get good, Guy had to retreat. Well, things could be worse, Aiden supposes. He could not make out at all and wouldn't that be a shame. He was content to stay on the bed and maybe doze off eventually, but a racket drew him to the bathroom.
"Well, isn't this a pretty sight!" Aiden said jovially, winking multiple times with such exaggerated enthusiasm he looked to be having a seizure.
Guy turned wide, shocked eyes upon the boy he had just been kissing. A hot blush coated his cheeks as he worked to untangle himself from the shower curtain. “I was attacked!” he said with humor. He was feeling rather playful. Sure his back hurt a bit and he was drenched but… He was in a better mood than he’d been earlier. “Help me up?” He reached out a hand to Aiden.
Aiden eyed Guy’s hand with a mischievous eyebrow raise and a mock-thinking pose, “What do I get if I help you up?” He leaned forward, his hands bracing his body against the lip of the tub.
A charming grin spread across Guy’s features as he leaned upward, his face less than a foot away from Aiden’s. “A whirlwind romance,” he responded huskily as he moved his hand around the back of Aiden’s neck. He closed the distance and feathered a kiss across the boy’s lips. Leaning back slightly so that he could see the other boy’s brown and bloodshot hues, the charming smile turned to dastardly rake. He pressed his lips harder against Aiden’s, dropping a bit of fire into the touch before he pulled the young man into the tub on top of him. “I suppose we could just stay here too.”
“I was hoping for some chocolate or maybe a beer,” Aiden laughed, breathing the words onto Guy’s lips, “But this works, too.”
His hand gripped the nape of Guy’s neck and slid their lips together like a jigsaw puzzle. A buzzing thought in the back of his mind wondered if they would melt from the warmth that was creeping along his spine. Aiden always was a summer kind of guy, so he pulled Guy as close to him as possible and relished in the feeling of searing heat.
The rough kisses sent shockwaves through his nervous system. He was glad of the lukewarm water which was flowing over the pair. It made flesh slippery and Guy was very much enjoying letting his fingers rove over the other boy’s musculature. In between the kisses, he responded, “Whatever you desire. I would bring you a star if it pleased you.” His foggy brain had stopped providing any sort of filter for his thoughts. As a true romantic, this encounter would be treated with exquisite attention. Aiden would be the only person in his world for a time and he would be damn sure that his every whim come true.
He brushed kisses along Aiden’s jaw as his poet’s brain began to do as it often did - “She walks in beauty, like the night,” his low voice was a rumble as he spoke the words against the boy’s skin. His lips moved down his neck, ghosting kisses and playful nips punctuating his words. “Of cloudless climes and starry skies,” Gentle kisses over his collarbone. “And all that’s best of dark and bright meet in her aspect and her eyes.” He drew back a moment and looked up at Aiden before he took the boy’s hand in his. “Thus mellowed to that tender light which heaven to gaudy day denies.” He kissed the inside of his wrist, careful and light before licking the spot and dragging his teeth over the sensitive flesh.
“Careful, you could make a guy fall in love.” Aiden whispered, before gently pushing Guy away and climbing out of the bathtub. Having someone wax poetry to you was quite the sensual experience, but it also seemed intimate in a way that made Aiden’s skin crawl. Like he was taking advantage of an unsuspecting victim. It was time he got the hell out of there, to be honest before this went too far too quick for Guy and his poor sappy heart.
“I think it’s time for another beer.” Aiden smiled, though it didn’t reach his eyes, “Maybe I’ll see you at school.” Or maybe he wouldn’t. Most likely he wouldn’t.
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