It is can be drinkz tiem nao?

[gamerspy.livejournal.com]

... 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.

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[hcolleen.livejournal.com]

I couldn't hold back the moan if I tried. I never thought kissing Matt would feel...like this. It's different from Near...more...equal...Near is definitely submissive. But Matt...Matt...oh, god, is that his tongue?

[gamerspy.livejournal.com]

It was. It was Mello's own fault - if he hadn't moaned, Matt wouldn't have...

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.

[hcolleen.livejournal.com]

Fuck...how long has he wanted to do this? His body is warm against mine. I feel myself rocking into his hips. He's not as drunk as I am. His body tells me this. Vaguely, I wonder what it would be like to be between them...

[gamerspy.livejournal.com]

"Ah - shit..." Matt broke off the kiss as Mello started to move against him, cheeks flushing red; but he was still pressed against the wall. Thank God for the thick goggles that hid his eyes.

[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

If Near had been sober, he would have walked away.

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?"

[hcolleen.livejournal.com]

I keep a hold of Matt. I don't need him being pissy at me again. Besides...I wanna know. I kiss Near again, dominating him the way Matt wouldn't let me dominated him. My hips are still pressed against Matt and start moving again. I reach for Matt's head, pulling him closer. Trying to be clever, or something, I press him into Near's neck.

[gamerspy.livejournal.com]

I am not drunk enough for this, Matt couldn't help but think. But Mello was strong, for all he looked like a scrawny little bastard. His head was being manhandled, pressed against Near's throat, and Mello was still -rubbing- against him and "Jesus, Mello, what the fuck," he muttered against Near's skin.

He was going to pull away. Any minute now, he was going to get the hell out of this.

[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

Oh, god... Near moaned heavily into Mello's mouth, squirming and writhing against his hip. He slipped his hand from Mello's waist to wriggle it down the back of his pants, stroking his ass lightly.

His other hand, he worked up the back of Matt's shirt, palm flat and fingers outspread, skittering and skimming up his spine.

God.

[gamerspy.livejournal.com]

"Guys - okay, I think we've all had our turn now..." Matt shivered at the feel of Near's fingers on his skin - he had a terribly sensitive back. "Just - Mello, get the fuck off me, I'll leave you two to... ah..."

What the hell had happened to playing Tekken?

[hcolleen.livejournal.com]

I pull back enough from Near to look at Matt. "You're liking it, Matt. Just go with it." I lean over to him again. "Who knows, you may like it more, being with us," I'm not sure what I'm saying, but I kiss him again, pulling Near to his throat.

[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

The message is clear, and Near presses his lips to Matt's neck, kissing and licking tentatively. He smelled different than Mello, tasted different; not wrong, but different. His fingertips continued to brush up Matt's back, wriggling out of the collar of his shirt to toy with the fine hairs at the nape of his neck.

[gamerspy.livejournal.com]

Matt let himself moan, very softly, into Mello's mouth. Near's fingers were soft, ungloved, and his lips were light and cool and shit, what if this was the only chance he ever got?

He leaned forward suddenly, kissing Mello with everything he had.

[hcolleen.livejournal.com]

Shit. I moaned, I couldn't help it. I let my hand wander into their hair, noticing the differences between them. Matt's hair was coarser, Near's soft, baby-fine. I moan as Near's hands kneads my ass. It was so hot...so very hot. And, not just because we were so close.

[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

The moan is muffled, but Near hears it, hears enough to know that Mello is liking this, and Mello is touching him, is warm to the touch and his hand in Near's hand feels good, so good, and the faint salt tang of Matt's skin under his tongue made him want to bite, and alcohol-boldened, he did.

Was this what people did? Always?

[gamerspy.livejournal.com]

They were all moaning, Matt realised, moaning and trying to hide it, and it struck him as being sort of ridiculous in a hot kind of way. And no, he didn't know how that made sense but he was too drunk to care so that was alright.

And Jesus, was that Near's teeth against his skin? His hips jerked sharply in reaction to the bite, squeezing his eyes shut, still massaging Mello's tongue with his own.

He broke off. He took a breath. He shoved hard against Mello, managing to dislodge both of the other men (miraculously none of them actually fell over, though it was a close thing). He strode four paces away, yanked open the door of his bedroom, turned and growled,

"Get the hell in. Now."