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hh_mirror2008-02-27 12:16 pm
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Entry tags:
- mail jeevas,
- mello,
- near,
- rp
It is can be drinkz tiem nao?
... so Near had been dragged off by one of those elf things for 'detention'. Matt snorted. This whole place was so damned weird - a school that had bars, but still handed out detention? The hell?
But they'd agreed to have a drink after the whole radio thing, so here Matt was. He lounged outside the door, smoking a cigarette and frowning. Matt wasn't sure what to think of the radio show. Near was, at the very least, a friendly acquaintance, and from the sound of things... well. What the hell had happened?
He'd find out soon enough, he figured.
But they'd agreed to have a drink after the whole radio thing, so here Matt was. He lounged outside the door, smoking a cigarette and frowning. Matt wasn't sure what to think of the radio show. Near was, at the very least, a friendly acquaintance, and from the sound of things... well. What the hell had happened?
He'd find out soon enough, he figured.
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And - because there's no fun in being the only sober one - Matt grabbed the bottle and took a deep swig, enough to make him cough and splutter.
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"It's over this way... down this corridor..." He guided them along, snickering and giggling as they crashed into various pieces of blue furniture. "Fuck, Near, you're totally wasted."
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When in doubt, get passive.
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God. Mello was good at this.
Matt fought to stay passive (because Mello was his best friend), responding no more and no less than he had with Near, but he couldn't help bus dig his fingers into Mello's hips. Not pulling him closer, not pushing back; simply holding. Tightly.
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He considered breaking off. Maybe, if he pulled away and grinned and said 'well' - maybe Mello would pull him back in and they'd kiss some more.
No. That was stupid - Mello'd never want to do this again. (Neither would Matt, once he was sober... right?) So he kept kissing, letting himself press against Mello. Just a little.
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If Near had been sober, he would have realized of course, it had been Matt and Mello forever, and he had no place there.
But Near was very, very drunk.
Not waiting for Matt to move away, he squirmed up against Mello's side, snaking an arm around Mello's waist, and tipped his head up to lick Mell's earlobe. "Another?"
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