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Post by Eros Wakefield on Aug 9, 2011 22:19:37 GMT -5
"This is just what I needed," said Eros while pulling the mouth of his long-necked rum bottle from his lips. He set the liquor down beside him and blew out through his mouth, allowing his warm breath to be seen in the chilled air of Mt. Sunrise. He pulled his knees closer to his chest, hugging them and placing his chin up on them, propping himself up.
Gazing up at the stars that lingered over the island, Eros felt at ease. For the past few weeks he'd been hard at work trying to study his materials and keep up with his coursework. Nothing would be worse than flunking out of school and losing the privilege to return next semester. "Thanks for coming out here with me, Thomas. I really needed a break, man."
Turning his head to look at his best friend, Eros shot him a grin. Together they'd developed this amazing plan: buy some booze, get drunk, forget all of the problems. It was a plan that would alleviate their burdens for one night and kick their asses in the morning.
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Post by Thomas Faye on Aug 10, 2011 0:37:51 GMT -5
Tom let out a yawn and proceeded to nod at his good friend Eros. He had to agree, this had been a great idea. The two had acquired some alcohol earlier and were now enjoying a night on the mountain. It really was nice to get away from things for a night. Not to mention he hadn't had a drink in awhile. "Not a problem. I'm always willing to make time for you, Eros" he told his friend with a smile, pulling the rum bottle up to his face.
Taking a swig, he shook his head. It stung, but it stung in a good way. He truly enjoyed his rum. Tom turned and smile to Eros, unsure of what to say. He was just enjoying the silence. He leaned back and rested his back on the dirt bellow them. "So, Eros..." Tom began, but paused. "Damn, lost my train of thought" he laughed, sitting back up so he could take another swig of his drink.
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Post by Eros Wakefield on Aug 10, 2011 15:50:06 GMT -5
Wakefield would then lay all the way back, completely supine while staring up into the nebula that was the night sky. His hazel irises expanded, trying to let in as much starlight as they possibly could. Chilly air, elevated attitude and burning liquor created the most alluring ambiance there was.
"Huh?" Eros turned toward his companion, only to be told to disregard the name drop. He sighed and watched Thomas throw back swig after swig of the liquid confidence. He slowly reached out for his own bottle, lifting it up and moving it toward his lips. "I'd slow down if I were you. You strike me as a lightweight, bud." The fatherless boy would make his eyebrows jump at his mate before sipping his beverage.
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Post by Thomas Faye on Aug 12, 2011 16:55:50 GMT -5
Thomas shrugged, then set the bottle down. "Bah, I've been drinkin' since I was as petite as a Tepig" he retorted. He then realized that he had snuck in some French to hise speaking. That usually meant he was starting to get tipsy, or drunk. "My apologizes for the French, mon ami....damnit" he added, then cursed under his breathe. Grabbing the neck of the bottle, he muttered to himself then took another swig. "I miss my Pignite" Tom muttered after realizing he had mentioned Tepig earlier.
With a yawn, Tom rested his head on Eros's shoulder. "I'm gettin' tired buddy" he told his best friend. Blinking a few times, Thomas grabbed Eros's face and opened his mouth and poured in some Rum. "You're too sober, drink up" Tom ordered before finally taking the bottle away. "Hurts in all the right ways, eh?" Thomas laughed, still on Eros's shoulder.
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Post by Eros Wakefield on Aug 12, 2011 17:17:22 GMT -5
"It'll be okay, mate," Eros reassured his friend who seemed to be nostalgic, thinking of a missed Pokemon. Pignite was a Pokemon that Thomas didn't speak of often; at least, Eros had never heard its story before. He'd ask about it later when Thomas was dry and his speech wasn't slurred and spiced up with Mardi Gras resemblance.
Suddenly, Eros was attacked! His eyes watered as the rum was forced upon his throat. In an effort to stop the flow, he wiggled his tongue around the rim of the bottle - without knowing it (or possibly he did) he was tasting the saliva traces left behind by his friend. That was the only upside to this situation; he enjoyed a drink, but Eros was no binger. After Thomas had finished having his way with him, he rested back on Eros's shoulder while Eros himself coughed a little, trying to alleviate the burning in his throat. "You're such a jackass!" But he couldn't stay mad forever. In fact, he probably wasn't even all that mad to start with.
Leaning his head over to the side allowed Eros to rest his head atop Thomas's. His soft hair was like a downy pillow made just for Wakefield. The aerial-green eyes slowly shut, letting the top eyelids to fall upon the bottom ones, imitating the act of a sultry and intimate kiss. "Man, what would I do without you?" Eros asked. His orbs remained hidden behind their fleshy curtains while their host's ears listened in for some sarcastic response from Thomas, spoken partly in English and partly in French - the language of love.
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Post by Thomas Faye on Aug 14, 2011 22:02:56 GMT -5
"Oh suck it up. A little pain never hurt anyone...wait..." Thomas replied after he took the bottle away and Eros coughed, then cursed at him. Tom wouldn't admit it, but he probably was drunk, even just a bit. He'd claim to be tipsy, but nothing more than that. He knew how to hold his liquor, but even the best drinker could falter if they drank too quickly, which was what had happened to Thomas.
When he felt Eros's head rest on his, he let out a soft sigh and his eyes closed. Most nights, he probably would have done this, leaning into another guy, but tonight was different. He was with his best friend, Eros. Tom soon let out a small chuckle at Eros's question, and he'd soon be able to feel Tom's head shaking back and forth against his shoulder. "Vous seriez probablement un jeune homme très triste sans un presque aussi impressionnant que moi dans vous la vie." Thomas stated in French with his voice going a bit smoother. The words would seem to flow so fluently out of his mouth, despite how much English he spoke. With a little hiccup, Thomas smiled. "Vous n'auriez également probablement personne à obtenir bu avec, qui est bien plus mauvais." he added with a little laugh, now not even realizing he had went back into French.
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Post by Eros Wakefield on Aug 15, 2011 18:52:11 GMT -5
That pleasant little chuckle of Eros's best friend was just the cherry on the dessert. Nothing was more attractive than someone fluent in the romance languages. Even if it took getting drunk to bring out this locked-up side of his personality, speaking French had opened up Eros's hazel eyes to what lay before him. A peer, a best friend, and an extremely desirable individual.
In the cold air as they lay together for warmth and comfort, Eros made up his mind. Tonight would be a night that neither of them would forget. (Actually, Thomas's case rested upon how many more ounces of alcohol he decided to consume.) Even though he had not even the slightest idea what Thomas had said to him, Eros could only assume it had been something light-hearted and jovial. "Yeah, I guess so," he said in response, reverting the dialogue back to its English medium.
Slowly lifting himself up off of his friend's head, Wakefield reached his hand underneath the tipsy Faye's chin and gently forced him to face him. Closing his eyes and slowly moving in, the young bisexual began to part his lips. There was no hesitation on his own end for he was sure that this was something he wanted to do - his closed eyes prevented him from reading Thomas's expressions, which might have made him second guess his actions. Finally feeling the warmth of Thomas's breath mere micrometers in front of his own face, Eros slipped his good friend the tongue and waited to see how it would be received.
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Post by Thomas Faye on Aug 18, 2011 15:23:26 GMT -5
Thomas was buzzed enough that he didn't notice he was speaking in French. It was flowing out naturally, thanks to Thomas's raising. He was naturally French, but much prefered English. It was on nights like this, however, or wehen he was dealing with his sister, or he was very upset, that his natural language came out. He would only purposefully use it if he was with his family, or was trying to impress someone. He didn't need to impress Eros, the two were already great friends.
Now forced to look at Eros, Tom's eyebrow arched up. And soon, he felt Eros's lips against his own. His eyes shot open and then in came the tongue. Thomas felt his tongue being danced with his own. "Mm? Mmghfl!" Tom muffled. His hands went against the other boys chest and began to push. Finally pushing hard enough, Thomas shot straight up and starred down to Eros. "C-C-Ce que-What was that!?" Thomas called out. "That's not cool Eros! What the hell were you doing!?" Shaking his head, Thomas backed up, the turned and began walking down the mountain.
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Post by Eros Wakefield on Aug 19, 2011 22:35:59 GMT -5
Well, the kiss was nice... at least for Eros. It was the aftermath of the situation that upset him. As he watched his best friend storm off down the mount, Eros tried calling after him, but to no avail. "Thomas, come back!"
Eros took a long and hard swig from his bottle, hoping to forget what he'd just done.
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