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Post by Blaise Park on Jun 1, 2010 8:07:33 GMT -5
Blaise took a drink, then slid closer so that he was only a few inches away from the other boy. It was hard to believe that someone had really went that long without close friends, but it did explain a lot about him. He felt bad for him.
"Alright, I'll tell you. You probably won't remember tomorrow anyway." He smiled. "I can turn into a ferret." He kind of wanted to hug Rhys, though that might have just been the alcohol.
He grinned wide at Rhys. "I've never seriously questioned my sexuality."
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Post by Rhys Adler on Jun 1, 2010 8:11:53 GMT -5
"A ferret?" Rhys wondered if Blaise had actually been getting closer or whether it just seemed like it. He could smell something sweet on his breath from here, though. "Like one of those little... mousey-lookin' thingamajigs with the black spots? Huh."
Mouse. Of course he would be a mouse. He even kind of looked like a mouse, small and pointy and... oh, Blaise was asking something about the game.
"Uhm." He thought about that one for a bit, blank-faced. "What the hell does that actually mean, anyhow? I mean I've heard the phrase before, but I don't get it."
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Post by Blaise Park on Jun 1, 2010 8:19:03 GMT -5
"It's pretty bad that my English drunk is better than yours, and it's not even my first language," Blaise commented. He took another drink of the Champagne, then realized he probably shouldn't be drinking until Rhys asked him a question.
"I mean have you ever doubted what gender you're attracted to," he said, looking up at Rhys curiously. He wondered if his answer would be any different when he was drunk, or if he would still get mad and claim he was straight.
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Post by Rhys Adler on Jun 1, 2010 8:25:56 GMT -5
Rhys let that question process, and a horrible twisting feeling rose up in his stomach and he folded in on himself a little. He didn't want to. He really, really, really didn't want to.
He shoved the bottle at Blaise and flomped over, curled up on himself. He did not want to think about this. "Can we just play XBox?" he said weakly.
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Post by Blaise Park on Jun 1, 2010 8:37:14 GMT -5
Blaise set the bottles on the nightstand beside his bed and sat up, staring at Rhys. "If that's what you want," he said. "Though if it's bothering you this much, we could always make out, and if you don't like it, then you know you're straight."
He grinned and shrugged. "Or, you know, I could just kill you in video games until you pass out in my bedroom. Your choice."
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Post by Rhys Adler on Jun 1, 2010 8:38:41 GMT -5
Rhys sighed and slowly turned his head to look at Blaise.
"What the hell do you want from me?"
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Post by Blaise Park on Jun 1, 2010 8:51:16 GMT -5
"Honestly?" Blaise shrugged and crawled up beside Rhys, then laid back on the pillows.
"I have no idea. You're fun to irritate, and I kind of like you, and I think we're probably sort of friends at this point, and if I had the choice between sleeping with you and the guy I'm actually dating right now I'd probably choose you, and I can't give you a good reason why but if you actually tell Alex that I'll kill you, provided his ex-boyfriend doesn't kill me before I have the chance." It all sort of came out in one slightly slurred string, but he was pretty sure it was coherent enough to understand.
"I also have every intention of beating your ass at drunken Dance Dance Revolution at least once before the night is over."
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Post by Rhys Adler on Jun 1, 2010 8:57:25 GMT -5
Rhys stared at Blaise. A whole lot of things went through his head, very few of them involving coherent words. "Fuck it," he finally said. "I'm drunk, I don't know a goddamn thing."
He leaned forward a few inches and kissed Blaise somewhere in the general area of his face, then rolled over to get out of bed and landed with a thud on the floor.
"Goddamnit."
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Post by Blaise Park on Jun 1, 2010 9:12:53 GMT -5
Rhys' lips made hit somewhere between his nose and his eye, and before Blaise had time to react--which may or may not have been a good thing, considering--Rhys had somehow managed to throw himself in the floor.
Blaise pulled himself off of the bed and into the floor and stared at Rhys for a few seconds, then decided that if Rhys was going to kiss him the least he could do was actually kiss him properly. He grabbed Rhys by the shirt and pulled him toward him and, rather sloppily, made contact with his lips.
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Post by Rhys Adler on Jun 1, 2010 9:21:28 GMT -5
Rhys was trying to stand up, but then Blaise was standing over him. Fear, anger, and guilt came from somewhere or other, and then he was about to shove Blaise away, and then he did that.
He made a small noise and went limp for a moment, then shoved Blaise anyway and scrambled to his feet, trying to get away.
"No," he mumbled. "No, no, no, no, no."
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Post by Blaise Park on Jun 1, 2010 9:28:18 GMT -5
"You started it," Blaise said defensively, plopping down in the floor. "I was just showing you how to do it right."
Blaise grabbed one of the bottles, not paying attention to which one, and took a drink. He winced when the sour flavor hit him. That was definitely the red wine. He reached up and set the bottle back on the table.
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Post by Rhys Adler on Jun 1, 2010 9:36:01 GMT -5
Rhys stopped a number of feet away from Blaise and sat down. He folded his legs underneath him and half-looked at Blaise, supporting his head with one arm.
"Goddamnit," he breathed. "'m sorry, that was fuckin' stupid. Sorry. God." He paused for a minute to get his thoughts in some sort of coherence before continuing. "Is... is it bad that I did that? I don't know..."
He felt a little like screaming, and a little like crying, and a little like going to sleep, or maybe just doing that again and not thinking as much this time.
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Post by Blaise Park on Jun 1, 2010 9:46:41 GMT -5
"Well, I'm sort of dating someone right now, but I think that's more my problem than yours, and I've got a feeling that after Alex spends a week sleeping in the same bed as his ex-boyfriend we might be able to come to some sort of mutual agreement about all this."
Blaise made a dismissive gesture and ended up somehow halfway laying on top of Rhys, and Blaise wasn't entirely sure whether he'd done that on purpose or was just drunk enough that he was loosing coordination, but he was comfortable enough not to want to move and drunk enough not to care.
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Post by Rhys Adler on Jun 1, 2010 9:55:00 GMT -5
Rhys sighed miserably. Maybe he could not-think-about-it by just doing whatever was least effort for a while.
"'Kay. Don't... ah, fuck it, whatever." He sat there for a moment, then pulled his legs out from under himself. "Uhm." He leaned his head onto Blaise's remarkably comfortable head. "So. Uhm."
Aha! He knew what was supposed to happen next. "I never... made an ass out of myself and had it not matter before." He grinned. "Does that one count?"
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Post by Blaise Park on Jun 1, 2010 10:05:53 GMT -5
Blaise stared at him. "You're drunk," he decided. "Are we going to make out more, or play video games, or is okay if I just go to sleep because you're comfortable?" Blaise shifted around and lay his head against Rhys' legs.
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Post by Rhys Adler on Jun 1, 2010 10:06:54 GMT -5
Rhys made a little noise again. Hell.
"If I say th' first one, are you gonna make me regret it?"
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Post by Blaise Park on Jun 1, 2010 10:10:36 GMT -5
"That probably depends if I remember it in the morning." Blaise grinned up at him. "If you want to just pretend nothing happened, I can probably live with that."
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Post by Rhys Adler on Jun 1, 2010 10:12:06 GMT -5
"I have no idea the hell I want," Rhys said grumpily. "Just... whatever. Just do whatever and I'll come along. Though... if you wanna sleep, I don't think this floor is gonna stay comfortable."
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Post by Blaise Park on Jun 1, 2010 10:19:40 GMT -5
Blaise gave him a crooked grin. "If you're giving me permission to kiss you, you had better not hold it against me when you sober up." Blaise didn't really give Rhys enough time to answer before he pushed himself back up and started kissing him again.
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Post by Rhys Adler on Jun 1, 2010 10:22:11 GMT -5
Rhys wrapped his arms around Blaise, squeezed him maybe a little overmuch, and then had quite a bit less trouble not thinking for some time.
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Post by Blaise Park on Jun 1, 2010 20:17:45 GMT -5
Blaise slowly realized, through the haze of sleepiness and the pounding sensation in his temples, that his arm was tingling and pinned underneath something warm and solid, and that he was probably using that warm, solid thing as a pillow.
He vaguely remembered that he and Rhys had gotten drunk the night before, and then... Oh, Rhys was going to kill him when he woke up. He supposed he'd better enjoy it while he could. Blaise curled into the warm body beside him and wrapped a leg around one of Rhys'.
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Post by Rhys Adler on Jun 1, 2010 21:27:36 GMT -5
Several minutes later, Rhys was vaguely aware that he wasn't asleep anymore. His head felt really, really strange, like everything was bent slightly to the left, though at least it didn't hurt; he also had the vague impressions that he was dehydrated, that there was food nearby, and that he was covered in something unusually warm and laying on something unusually soft.
He turned over, wrapping himself in the warm, nice-smelling thing and gnawing on it a little.
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Post by Blaise Park on Jun 1, 2010 22:09:02 GMT -5
Blaise felt Rhys roll over on top of him, the warm pressure laying heavy on his chest. Then Rhys started sleepily nibbling on his shoulder, and he smelled warm and pleasant and he was lying right the hell on top of him, and good god it was taking all of Blaise's self-control to just lie there and not do anything.
If he wasn't so distracted with Rhys molesting him in his sleep, he would probably find the way Rhys was chewing on his shoulder kind of cute, but with as much effort as he was having to give to keep from latching onto Rhys and finishing what he started last night, cute was the last word he would attribute to Rhys right now.
Blaise bit his lip and laid stock-still against the bed, and wondered just how his mother would react if she walked in about now.
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Post by Rhys Adler on Jun 1, 2010 23:15:03 GMT -5
Slowly, things like "up", "down", and "vision" started to mean things, and he sleepily opened his eyes.
Warm thing was a person. Pretty... hair... shimmery-moving...
Blaise. He was... laying on Blaise. He stared down at the other boy with a glazed look in his eyes.
He leapt up with a frightened snarl and dashed out of the room, oblivious to most of his surroundings or the fact that his shirt had been tossed somewhere behind the entertainment center several hours back.
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Post by Blaise Park on Jun 2, 2010 1:32:29 GMT -5
Blaise looked after Rhys blankly, feeling suddenly very cold without Rhys draped over him like that, and tried to decide whether it would be better to go after Rhys or take a shower first.
He remembered that his mother was probably home, and decided that the shower could wait. He wasn't going to risk Rhys running into her alone.
Blaise groaned and pulled himself out of bed, then went chasing after Rhys.
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