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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"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?

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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.

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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.

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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."