god made another one of me to love you better than

adonis antoni, eighteen tonight we're fading f a s t. i just wanna make this last If I could say the things that I wanna say I'd find a way to make you { s t a y } I'd never let you get away catch you in all the games we've played So go ahead, rip my heart out Show me what love's all about Go ahead, rip my heart out { That's what love's all about } I want you to want me this way And I need you to need me to stay. If you say that you don't feel a thing If you don't know { Let me go }

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drunken mistake | adonis&forrest

[forrestreed]

By now all of Forrest’s thoughts were a jumble between how badly he just needed to kiss Adonis, and how desperately he wanted to feel his hand wrapped around his already throbbing cock. It was like he wasn’t capable of an actual thought aside from the word ‘more’ or 'please,’ the blood rush downwards seeming to cause him to be that much deeper in the haze of alcohol and elation, the mere thought of anything but Adonis and needing him having slipped from his mind. He didn’t care that they were best friends. He didn’t care that Adonis was far from his usual type, his parts not exactly fitting the ones Adonis had spent the last few years getting familiar with. But none of that mattered. All that mattered as the way Adonis moaned against his lips and the fact that he hadn’t pulled his hand away, even as Forrest’s hips rocked against it in earnest. The slight squeeze through his jeans had a throaty groan leaving him, hungry for so much more than that all while appreciating the gesture.

Breath catching in his throat, his fingers tugged lightly at the ends of his hair as he felt Adonis’ hand against him. Shifting slightly, one of his own hands moved down to help guide the fabric of his boxers down, too eager to let them be in the way a second longer. Opening his mouth to respond, he was caught off guard by the gluttonous moan that fell from his lips, giving a slight nod of his head as he focused on the mixture of his lips against his skin and the firm grip he had on his aching member. “’S okay,” Forrest rasped out, his hand moving back up to rest on his shoulder, fingers curling the fabric of his shirt as hips stuttered forward, desperate for his touch as he gave another tug on his hair. “This uh, this—fuck—this ok for you?” Despite the lust practically pumping through his veins, Forrest loved Adonis. It wasn’t like one of those hook ups with some random girl. It was his best friend, someone he cared for, under the influence or not. And even in that state of mind, the male couldn’t help but feel a protective instinct kick in, even as he found himself pushing towards his touch.

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Adonis was more than hard by then. The feeling of his best friend, the one he’s harboured feeling for for so long against him, whimpering and just as needy as he was. The moans just did something to him, his hips moving desperately as they rocked up against him. He needed to savour everything, not knowing the chances he’d get to do this once more with Forrest. He tried to memorise each sound, each feeling, the way his lips felt against his. Adonis wasn’t even embarrassed of the moan that spilled from his lips and into Forrest’s mouth, fingers tightly curled in the blond haired boy’s shirt. It felt so good, being so close to him. Sliding his hands across the expanse of Forrest’s back, he hummed softly against his lips as he felt the warmth radiating from under his palms. 

Adonis shuddered as he tightened his fingers around his best friend, the feeling of the boy, thick and hard under his fingers had pleasure shooting down his back. He nipped gently at his jaw as he jerked him off slowly, chest tight with anticipation. “Yeah” He breathed out, brushing his thumb over the sensitive head experimentally. He felt a tug in his chest at the worry in Forrest’s voice but he decided to forget it in favour of focusing. Fisting tight, he sucked a shameless mark into the bolt of Forrest’s jaw. Thumbing at the slit of his head, he sighed softly. “Did you..” Adonis mustered up all the courage he had, heart beating fast as he pressed kisses down his neck slowly. “did you, um, want my mouth?” Adonis asked softly, his own cock throbbing in his trousers at the thought of sinking his mouth over Forrest. He wanted to hear his moans and groans, and how he whimpered when Adonis touched him the right way. He just wanted to be close and he wanted Forrest to feel good. He wanted more than anything to make Forrest feel good and he had a rough idea of the porn he’d been watching. What made it easier was that he knew what he liked, which was really what he based his actions on.

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drunken mistake | adonis&forrest

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forrestreed:

Had Forrest been sober, the male would have pulled away and gotten as far from the situation as possible. However with the alcohol coursing through him, all Forrest wanted was to be as close to Adonis as possible. Hearing Adonis encourage him to continue, not even able to focus on the fact that his best friend seemed to be just as into it as Forrest despite the fact that he was hardly under the influence, especially in comparison to the blond. Despite the cold air surrounding them, all Forrest could feel was the heat in his cheeks which seemed to be rapidly spreading down his neck and chest, leaving the boy almost desperate to remove at least some form of the clothing clinging to his skin. Every touch had Forrest holding back a groan in response, as if just the feeling of being tugged closer or his fingers against his jaw was something he’d never felt before. Even if he’d spent countless nights with girls who’s names he couldn’t remember, probably having had almost every inch of himself touched at least once, it was unlike anything he’d felt before.

Adonis’ words had Forrest silent, blue eyes searching the green pair below his as he watched the smile peaking onto his lips. A gentle chill ran through him the moment he felt his hand under his shirt, causing his breath to catch in the back of his throat as his gaze shifted down towards his mouth. “Can’t say I ever thought this would be a new thing I’d try,” Forrest mumbled out honestly, not letting his gaze leave his friend. Forrest let his mind focus back in on the kiss, his own tongue meeting Adonis’ as he lifted one hand back up until it was resting on the side of his neck, fingertips playing mindlessly with the ends of his hair. Reaching back with his free hand, he paused for a moment before reaching under and guiding Adonis’ around until he was pressing it against his lower abdomen. “Help?” Forrest mumbled out into the kiss, just before bringing them down until he was pressing his palm against the bulge in his jeans. “Just need you.” The words were leaving him before he was able to process them, the hand on his face sliding up until his fingers were tangling deep into his locks and he was kissing him harder, a rush of ecstasy hitting him as his lips moved hungrily with Adonis’, hips pushing towards his hand.

Adonis knew this was probably going to be the first and last time he was going to ever kiss his best friend. Forrest was straight, that was no mystery to Adonis. He didn’t need to figure that part out. Just a half hour ago, Adonis had been congratulation the blond male on finding a junior that was ready to hop into bed. But they were both buzzed, well Adonis had a few sips, maybe Forrest was a lot more buzzed than he was but nevertheless they were both under the influence and both consenting. He didn’t think he could be the bigger person at the moment, to pull away from something he’s wanted for so so long. Maybe it was selfish, maybe it wasn’t but all Adonis could think of is how much it’d hurt when he’d have to pull away, even more in the next morning when he had to pretend this never happened. Forrest wasn’t going to want people to know he made out with a boy, no that wasn’t part of the reputation he built and Adonis was willing, for Forrest, to keep that away. He did benefit from the situation, his life long dream of kissing his best friend fulfilled and being the one to cause Forrest to make those sounds. The very sounds that hard arousal draining down to the pit of his stomach, his hard on now pressing against his best friend’s hip. 

Biting his lip as he stared blatantly at his best friend’s lips, a part of him already longing the taste of him. He dipped his head forward, dragging his tongue across Forrest’s plump, swollen lips, nipping lightly before he licked into his mouth tentatively. A soft moan left his lips as he felt his hand being led by Forrest down to the front of his jeans. A blush rushed across Adonis’ cheeks as he turned his head to see just where his hand was. He was distracted momentarily when he felt Forrest’s fingers tighten in his hair, lips meeting his once more and his head flush against his bulge. Groaning into his best friend’s mouth, he squeezed gently, tentatively almost before moving his hand up towards the waist band of his jeans, his long fingers working the button on his jeans before they slipped into his boxers to grasp him albeit, rather restricted. Pushing the cool zipper down with his free hand, Adonis let out a muffled whine when he finally released the boy, now thick and heavy against. He pulled away enough to press hot open mouthed kisses against his jaw. “Is this okay?” Adonis mumbled, stroking the boy firmly, his teeth nipping at the bolt of Forrest’s jaw. 

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drunken mistake | adonis&forrest

[forrestreed]

The more time that passed, the less Forrest found himself thinking. It was like by now his body had a mind of it’s own; fingers tracing along his warm skin as his lips had worked it’s way over his exposed neck. However he found a strange comfort in the way their lips felt together again. Before he knew it, Adonis was pulling back once more and suddenly he was being tugged into his lap without much warning. “’S okay,” was all the boy managed to get out in a breathy voice. The new position was a bit odd, certainly one he wasn’t used to being on that side of. It took a moment of resituating, finally settling into Adonis’ lap and allowing his arms to drape loosely over the brunett’s shoulders. All of Forrest’s focus was consumed by the way their lips slotted together in a delicate yet desperate way, fingers grasping loosely onto the back of his curls as he pressed his body tight against the other male. There was an unusual weakening feeling to all of this. It wasn’t bad, then again, he wasn’t sure it was good either. It was different, alluring yet unnerving, like any moment it could end and Forrest was definitely not ready for that. 

Kissing him fervently, the blonde hardly noticed as his own hips rocked down steadily against Adonis’, far too consumed by the boy to care. It was few moments later when a throaty moan slipped past his lips that he even realized just how captivated he was by Adonis. Pulling back just slightly, he allowed his forehead to rest against his best friend’s as he inhaled through his nose, eyes opening as he exhaled slowly. “Sorry,” Forrest found himself whispering, eyes attempting to focus in on the familiar face as his hands slid down and rested on the back of his neck. “Got a little too excited,” Forrest spoke, voice a husky whisper as his eyes closed again,  although he didn’t make a move. Suddenly everything seemed to hit him. The alcohol. The girl from earlier. And now this. He was kissing his best friend, someone he’d always loved deeply but had never imagined being in situation like this with. Not that he didn’t like it, in fact, like was quite the understatement. But something told him to stop, mostly just the fear of Adonis becoming one of those girls he hooked up with then never spoke to again. Despite the fear, Forrest couldn’t bring himself to stand up, or pull away any further than he already had. “Never thought I’d want you so much,” a small laugh followed his words, his blue eyes fluttering open once more, the tip of his tongue running along his lower lip as he shifted just slightly, his gaze lowering down to where their bodies were touching before back up with a faint smile. “wasn’t expecting to get hard again, and definitely not because of you..” vice trailing off, Forrest swallowed nervously, head tilting just enough to press another kiss to his lips, unable to resist himself as he allowed his tongue to push past Adonis’ lips and meet his again.

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His mind was cluttered, flashing and only on one thing. Forrest. Like it always had been, except this time, he was pressed against him, warm and flush. His fingers skated along his shoulders, down his back, where they alternated between digging into his skin and clutching loosely. Adonis was both weak and desperate, numb but tingling in every place. The thought of Forrest leaving him after this never properly crossed his mind. Partly because he refused to think about it. Refused to be one of the girls that Forrest charmed and then left in bed before the party even ended. He couldn’t even process the burning trail of fire that Forrest left across his neck. He didn’t care if there’d be marks imprinted on his skin, left for days. He didn’t care for the stupid explanations he’d have to come up with it. All he cared about was the next time he’d have Forrest like this, wanting him. Which is why he wanted to make the night last. If this was going to end that night, then Adonis had to savour everything, had to make Forrest come back to him. 

A soft moan slipped out of his mouth when the blond haired boy’s hips were flushed against his, his eyes rolling back as he arched his back into the touch. Adonis let out a whine when Forrest had pulled back, shaking his head when he apologized. “Don’t - it’s fine, - you can do it again” He begged quietly, lifting his hips as he pulled Forrest closer. Adonis let his eyes flutter open, his vision blurred by his own lust. He blinked a few times, focusing on Forrest’s red lips that he’d grown so accustomed to. His heart almost ached at the thought of not being able to kiss them one more time. He stared involuntarily at Forrest as he spoke, chest tightening at his words. Adonis bit his lip, his fingers trailing up to his best friend’s jaw, “Me neither - you wanting me, that is” He offered him a smile, barely there but genuine nevertheless. He swallowed thickly at the rest of his words, fingers slipping under Forrest’s shirt, cold against his flushed skin. “Trying new things, like making out with a guy in the yard” Adonis offered, feeling the back of his head dig further against the damp grass, cooling the back of his heated neck. “M’always willing to help out. Whatever you need” He bit his lip for a few moments before Forrest was pressed against him. Adonis opened his mouth instantly, licking into his best friends mouth as he arched into him

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drunken mistake | adonis&forrest

[forrestreed]

There was a sudden feeling of relief as he felt Adonis slipping easily onto his lap, an even bigger one rushing through him as he was guided back against the grass. Despite his hook up earlier that night, Forrest was finding himself growing more turned on by the moment. Between the almost desperate kissing and the little sounds his best friend was making, he found it hard to hold back. His hand slipping easily under the hem of his shirt to rest on his warm skin, the other hand staying tangled in his thick curls not wanting even a little space between them. The new position had Forrest’ lips pulled into a smile as they moved against the other male’s, a slight whimper leaving him as he felt them pulling from his own, eyes flickering open in question. Hearing his name, he swallowed thickly, his own gaze raking over the familiar face, looking for any sign of doubt which he thankfully didn’t recognize. Then again, he had never been the greatest judge when intoxicated. But from what he could tell, the other boy was enjoying it just as much as he found himself. The words the followed had his stomach dropping nervously, lips parting to respond but not finding much to say. Instead, he offered a small nod of his head just before their lips were together again and his hand was moving from his hair all the way back down to his waist.

There wasn’t much thought put into it, more so afraid of ruining the moment with over thinking but also too drunk to care. This was nice. Having Adonis like this was definitely something Forrest was not used to, but if given the chance, he’d be happy to try and be. After a few moments, he found himself pulling back slightly from the kiss, instead allowing himself to kiss down and along his jawline. “Could never forget you,” he breathed against his skin, both hands now under his shirt, fingertips tracing along his smooth skin. Bringing his lips down, he pressed kiss after kiss along his neck before letting out a breathy laugh against his skin. “If I do forget, please don’t hesitate to remind me. ’M pretty sure I don’t have to be drunk to like kissing you, but go ahead and test that out yourself.” His words were soft, just loud enough for Adonis to hear before his lips were finding their way right back to the pair above him, wasting no time in eagerly kissing him again as his blunt nails pressed into his skin.

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Adonis didn’t think this was how he’d end up with Forrest. He wasn’t even sure if he had ended up with Forrest. He knew not to dwell too much into whatever they were doing. To ignore the blush that went with Forrest’s warm hands under his shirt or the pure saccharine rushing through his body. Just a few hours ago he had been listening, congratulating Forrest on finding a girl that he was going to bring upstairs and now he was on top of him, angling his head so his best friend could get better access to his neck. Adonis felt his hands weaken, shaking as they held his body up to hover over Forrest. He wasn’t sure how he had been reduced to a pile of soft moans and whimpers, pressing closer and trying to get his mind to process whatever Forrest was saying. He felt his skin buzz with the same excitement that pooled in the bottom of his stomach, his touch leaving a trail of fire down his torso that only fuelled whatever was going on in his abdomen. 

This was his best friend that he was kissing. It wasn’t just anyone. It wasn’t some guy he met at a random party that he could forget about the next day. It wasn’t some guy he could pretend was Forrest - no guilt washing over him the next day when he had purple bruises inked into his skin. This was Forrest. This was the boy he wanted to be with and this was also the same guy he knew he didn’t have a chance with. But to hear him, to have his mind process the fact that Forrest still wanted to kiss him, drunk or not had Adonis shifting in Forrest’s lap, pushing his hands off the ground, a soft whine leaving his own lips when he pulled away from the kiss. “Sorry” He mumbled, climbing off of Forrest and pulling the boy on top of him instead. “Couldn’t hold myself up” Adonis breathed, slightly embarrassed as he tugged him down, catching his bottom lip between his teeth. 

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drunken mistake | adonis&forrest

[forrestreed]

There were no words that Forrest could put together in order to describe the situation. The whole mood had shifted, his heart was beating fast in his chest as his gaze stayed glued on the other male. Never had he thought this day would come, he’d never thought of any guy like this before yet here he was with his best friend, having just kissed him and wanting to do it again. It didn’t make any sense in his mind, nothing aside from the fact that Adonis was actually a pretty good kisser, even if it had only been a few short seconds. And he definitely didn’t expect himself to want to do it again the moment he had pulled away and allowed his gaze to settle back on his friend. It was confusing, far too much to try and understand with as much alcohol as he had consumed. And the moment he heard Adonis speaking he felt his lips twitching just slightly, the faintest smirk forming on his lips as he watched him leaning in. It was a bit hard to figure out where to put his hands, one still clutching the beer and the other resting against the grass as he felt Adonis’ on his waist. “Yeah,” Forrest breathed out, lips parted as he felt them pressed together again.

It took a moment for him to get fully comfortable, the feel of his tongue against his lip causing his own to slip out, just barely grazing along his. It was weird. That was the one word going through his head. But very likable kind of weird.  Pulling his hand back over, he blindly set the bottle down beside him in the grass, much more worried about not pulling away in the process as he felt Adonis’ fingers gripping his shirt. Before he knew it his hand was fling up, fingers tangling into his curls as their bodies got closer, his lips pressing harder against him as he kissed him a bit more desperately, his other hand finding it’s way to his hip as he attempted to pull the other male closer. The fingers in his hair combed through gently just to tangle into the back of his hair as the hand on his hip slipped under the bottom of his shirt, fingers brushing along his warm skin. “C’mere,” Forrest managed to mumble against his lips, his hand sliding around to his back, attempting to his lap, hating the fact that there was any space between them. All he could focus on was the soft pair of lips moving against his own, and the strange desperation filling him, wanting nothing but to be as close as possible, to feel him everywhere. “Please,” he added, pulling back for a quick moment just to inhale a breath of air before his lips were pressing tight against his once more, finger tips pressing against his skin.

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It was truly unbelievable. At least, on Adonis' side. Never in his eighteen years of being alive, 1 and a half of which he had harboured a dangerous crush on his best friend, would he had ever imagined being at a party - kissing Forrest. It was like a million light switches were flipped on, the boy eliciting every sort of emotion from him. He felt like his mind was both light and clouded with so many thoughts. He felt like he was flying, somewhere up in the sky on a cloud but at the same time his body was only noting down the things he was feeling. Forrest's soft lips - the way fire burned in his chest all the way down to his stomach, his skin suddenly hot and sensitive just with the boy's lips against his own. Adonis pressed a little closer, just as much as he could bear as his hand supported his weakening body and his other, curling all too desperately into Forrest's shirt. As Forrest's fingers went up to his hair, he couldn't help the sound that had left his lips. Little moans and soft gasps was what Adonis had been summed up in. He was a mess, mind hazy - no longer trying to register the different feelings he had. Now all he really had in mind was Forrest. His slightly calloused fingers left a trail of fire across his warm skin and Adonis really had to hold back the low groan that settled at the base of his throat. 

He was almost frustrated at the lack of contact he was getting, despite being practically clung against Forrest. Luckily, the boy seemed to feel just the same before when he pulled away just in the slightest to beckon him over, Adonis had let out a pathetic whine. As he let Forrest haul him onto his lap, he nudged the boy onto his back, both knees on either side of Forrest's thighs. When he pulled away, only momentarily, Adonis felt his breath hitch. His hand went up to touch Forrest's cheek as he mumbled with hazed eyes, "Forrest," As he tore his eyes from Forrest's very red and plump lips to his favorite shade of blue eyes, "Please don't forget this kiss tomorrow morning" He whispered with a soft laugh, even though he was sincere. He knew how drunk the boy was and that people usually forgot everything that happened the next day - even though he knew this could only be a drunken make out session, it was all he had from Forrest. Letting his eyes flutter close, he indulged in everything that was Forrest, his hand sliding down from Forrest's cheek to his jaw.

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drunken mistake | adonis&forrest

[forrestreed]

Forrest had been trying his hardest to focus on the words leaving his best friends mouth, but at this point he could hardly comprehend his own thoughts. “Don’t think I’ve ever seen an old man with that much hair,” Forrest mumbled, laughing at his own joke despite the fact that it really wasn’t funny at all. He had to admit that he was losing energy, and leaning against his best friend was a little too comfortable to worry about the background noise in the house behind them. After all, he’d gotten what he wanted out of it. Sex, alcohol, and now he was spending some quality with his favorite person. That was definitely enough for the blonde. There was a smirk forming on his lip as he felt the pay against his leg, nodding in agreement. He was drunk, he could admit it. Then again lying wasn’t exactly his thing when he was drinking so he didn’t really have a choice. It was Adonis’ question that caused a loud laugh from him, glancing up at the taller male. “I don’t kiss and tell,” he joked, giving a quick wink.

As he felt him passing the beer, Forrest’s hands managed to wrap around the bottle, his own fingers slightly over lapping Adonis’ as he tightened his grip just slightly. There was a different feel all of a sudden, one he couldn’t exactly put his finger on. However it was the look he got after his words that had his mind buzzing. That was the look, one Forrest had learned well to recognized. Whenever he found himself around a new girl he was always watching carefully for that. The way their gaze would shift just towards his mouth, the sign he always waited for before making that move. But he’d never looked for it in situations like these, when he was with Adonis. Why would he? They were friends. His own lips parted, a shaky breath leaving him as he sat up a little, lifting his head from his shoulder. Part of him was saying to pull away from whatever weird moment that might be happening, but the other, more intoxicated part was saying just the opposite. It was the moment he realized his own eyes had been focusing on the pair of red lips before him that he stopped thinking. Leaning in, he found himself pressing his lips against the other male’s, eyes closing as he hesitantly let his own brush against Adonis’ soft pair before firmly pressing them together. It was just a moment before he pulled back with widened eyes, surprised at his own actions as he opened his eyes just to look up at him. “Sorry,” Forrest breathed out, his cheeks burning as he realized his hand was still on the other male’s, although he didn’t feel the need to pull it away. “I, uh, sorry,” he repeated with a shaky laugh, his gaze shifting back towards his lips. “Unless you liked it,” he spoke, his voice hushed now, just barely loud enough for the two of them to hear. “Because then I’m not sorry, might actually do it again, if you wanted to..”

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It had all happened so quickly. First he had been staring, admittedly too intently at his best friends lips. There was a small voice at the back of his mind, just wondering what it would be like to feel those soft plump lips against his own but it was always dismissed by the fact that this was Forrest he was thinking about. Forrest was the last person he'd think would even consider kissing him. And Adonis was a bit mad to think about kissing Forrest in the first place. At least, that was what his slightly dizzy head was thinking before Forrest actually leaned in, their lips touching and his eyes shutting close. If his mouth hadn't twitched, he wouldn't have believed they were touching that was again, until his lips were completely pressed against Forrest's. His mind was malfunctioning, unable to process the feeling he had all over his body. His lips were tingling, his fingers were tingling, it was like a million fireworks going off in his body and just as he was used to the feeling, Forrest had pulled away. 

Adonis felt his breath hitch when his eyes fluttered open and he was looking right into the cobalt blue eyes he knew all too well. Shaking his head, he mumbled, voice coming out way too deep than intended, "Don't," He breathed, "Don't be sorry" It was like his mouth was moving too slowly in comparison to the speed of his voice. His eyes couldn't help but flicker down to Forrest's once more and this time it was Adonis leaning in, bumping their noses together as his hand went to rest sweetly on Forrest's waist. "Yeah, can we - can we try that again?" Adonis asked, his eyes already closing as he pressed his lips against Forrest's, "Just a bit longer" he added, his voice cracking and if his lips weren't already against Forrest's he would've been embarrassed at how desperate he sounded. Hesitantly, he opened his mouth, letting his tongue drag across his best friend's bottom lip as his hands gripped onto Forrest's shirt, fingers curling against the fabric. The same feeling of explosion spread across every bit of skin he had on his body like some sort of triggered bomb that had Adonis curling into Forrest, taking in the feeling of having his best friend kissing him and touching him. 

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drunken mistake | adonis&forrest

[forrestreed]

There was a wide smile fixated on the blonde’s lips, something that happened a lot when he was around Adonis. Also when he was drunk which he just so happened to be. There really wasn’t much else he loved more than alcohol and his best friend, aside from sex that was. But that was something that just never fully satisfied him. “Figured,” Forrest mumbled with the roll of his eyes. “Parties are for fun, loud music, alcohol, drunk girls making out. Sitting outside alone is not the point.” A heavy sigh left him as he mentioned the music being too loud, deciding just to let that go. Although it was the mention of only drinking two beers that had Forrest’s mouth dropping, head shaking in disbelief. “Are you sure there isn’t some old man living inside of you? Hell, my grandpa could drink you under the table so never mind. I don’t know what your excuse is but I am disappointed in you. Here I am, already drunk and you are nursing your second beer?” Scoffing at the end of his sentence, he tilted his head back in order to gulp down about half the contents of his own beer, just before turning it enough to look at the other male, eyes attempting to focus on the familiar face. “You going to take care of me tonight, then? Take me home? Tuck me in? Read me a bedtime story? Wow, thanks mom,” the amused smile tugged at his lips, a light chuckle leaving him. Despite the teasing though, even in his drunken state he could appreciate how thoughtful Adonis was. There had been too many too-close moments in the blonde’s life while driving under the influence, and he wasn’t exactly ready to go to jail or have his mother ground him until he left for college.

Using one arm to support himself, he leaned back slightly as he let his legs straighten out in front of him. “Drunk enough for myself is enough for me. I mean getting drunk  on my own is enough. I mean, fuck, I don’t know what I mean.” Shaking his head, he let his gaze following Adonis’, the hand holding his beer bringing it up to his lips but pausing as he listened to his questions. “She was great.” There was a small laugh, lips curling up into a smirk at the side before he took a quick swig and set the bottle beside him. “Think she had some self respect, or maybe she as trying to make me think she did. Either way I got dressed and left.” Looking back over at him,  he shrugged slightly before leaning over and letting his head rest against his shoulder, his body weight pushing against Adonis. “Maybe I’m losing my touch, or maybe the sex was so great that she was speechless. I’m going to go ahead and assume it was the later, I get way too much practice to not be good.” Closing his eyes for a moment, he reached around blindly for the bottle he’d set down, his hand moving just a little too quickly and knocking it over. “Shit,” he groaned, lifting his head quickly but not picking up the bottle in time, the rest of it pouring into the grass beside him. Glancing back at the glass door, he contemplated going back inside for another before looking over at Adonis. “Hey, let me finish that for you since you don’t seem to need it,” he found himself reaching over him, not even bothering to wait for an answer as he went into take the second beer from his friend that night. “Sharing is caring, right pal?” Forrest found himself asking with a smile, his chin resting on his shoulder as his hand found the other males and worked on weaseling it from his grip.

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A soft laugh left his lips as he offered his best friend a shrug, "Parties -" He began, taking a quick sip of his barely full beer and giving Forrest a pointed look, "if you haven't noticed For, are not my thing" He grinned lightly at him. Adonis let his head fall between his legs, shaking his head. "An old man, no I don't think so. Although, you'd be the one with an old man as a best friend" He pointed it out, lips curling into a wide smile. He could feel the symptoms of alcohol creepy up on him. Maybe he was light weight, or maybe he wasn't just focusing. That was a problem for him. Couldn't focus on important things. All he could focus on sometimes was how pink Forrest's lips went whenever he was drunk, or how there were a lot of tiny freckles splattered across his face or how his eyes seemed to be the nicest shade of blue. He nodded, mindlessly to his words, "Mm, yeah" Adonis giggled softly, hearing only the words 'mom'. He knew what he was talking about though. Whenever Forrest was drunk, it always sparked motherly tendencies inside him. He just wanted to take care of him, wanted to make sure Forrest was comfortable. 

"Drunk? - yeah, you are" Adonis chuckled, patting his best friend's knee gently and comfortingly. He rolled the bottle between his hands as he listened to Forrest's answers. It was his fault, he asked him. But he couldn't help the way the corner of his lips dragged down like some sort of gravitational pull. Like the universe wanted him to be sad, and hurt. "Yeah?" He cleared his throat, taking a quick sip of the beer even though it started to burn his mouth. "A real charmer you are. No kiss goodbye?" He offered him a laugh but it was cut pretty short when he realised how fake it sounded. Adonis hoped he didn't notice though, he wasn't supposed to be hurt. He lifted his leg, shifting it to the side when Forrest's beer bottle fell, alcohol spilling. Adonis glanced at the bottle and to his own before he found himself lifting it a little closer so Forrest was able to grab it from his hold. He tried to ignore the way Forrest rested his chin on his shoulder, tried to remember that best friends should be doing this. "Anything for you, bud" He chuckled lightly, turning to look at Forrest, offering him a smile. He didn't really notice how close they were, until his eyes flickered from Forrest's cobalt blue eyes down to the pink lips he focused on only moments ago. 

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drunken mistake | adonis&forrest

[forrestreed]

If there was one person Forrest felt the need to actually give two shits about, it was Adonis. He had been there forever, despite how idiotic Forrest could be. He’d be the first to admit he thought with his dick and not his balls. And it got him in trouble. He did stupid things. He slept with too many girls and left too many of them hanging. He wasn’t exactly the nicest of guys, but he kept it going. Why quit while he was still ahead? “When I don’t have you to worry about I can really accomplish a lot,” he joked, giving a quick wink to the taller male. He couldn’t help but laugh at Adonis’ reaction to his offer, shoulders shrugging. “Suit yourself, I’d take them both right now but I’m not going to push my luck.” The light push from his friend had his eyebrow raising, smirking at his words before looking over at her again. “Yeah, you’re right. Better hurry before she changes her mind.” Just before turning on his heels, he managed to quickly swipe the half drank beer from Adonis’ hand, bringing it to his lips and taking a large gulp. “Thanks for always having my back, pal,” he spoke loudly over the music as he made his way back towards that nights conquest.

It hadn’t taken much effort to get her up to the first open room they could find, and even less to get her into bed. It was probably one of the most successful nights he’d had in a while. And the fact that she didn’t complain when he immediately got dressed again and excused himself back to the party was just confirmation that he was still going to be able to have a good night. There was definitely nothing worse than the girls who got clingy and followed him around for the rest of the night like a lost puppy. Making his way right back to the kitchen, Forrest wasted no time in getting himself another beer and chugging the contents of the glass bottle. And now it was time to get completely trashed. After swallowing every last drop in the bottle, he reached for another before beginning the search for his best friend. Checking every room to no avail, he finally made his way out the sliding glass door, his eyes instantly falling on the familiar head of thick dark curls, even in the dark atmosphere. “There you are, shit, I just searched the whole house.” By now, his stability was a bit off, but he still managed to plop himself in the grass next to the other male. “Please tell me you haven’t been out here the whole time. You do realize this is a party right?” Leaning over, he used his shoulder to nudge Adonis before taking a large gulp of his beer. “You at least drunk yet? Tell me you’ve managed to at least accomplish that or am I going to have to get drunk enough for the both of us? I mean, I’m already half way there so I guess I can take it for the team.”

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He wasn't sure if their friendship was conventional, if best friends were meant to act the way he did towards Forrest but it didn't really matter to him. As far as he knew, they were a good pair, complimented each other even. A lot of people had commented on their friendship, his parents even questioning why a nice guy like Adonis hung out with the troublemaker that was Forrest. And sometimes Adonis questioned it as well. But he just knew, there was a good feeling between them. They were like best friends, loyal to one another and always there for each other. Even though they had strikingly different personalities, he knew that Forrest was probably the only person that would be there for him when the time came around, that Forrest was the only person that could understand him and really get him. Adonis rolled his eyes, "Alright Casanova, who says you need to worry about me anyways? I'm a big boy" He chuckled, shaking his head. Forrest was always willing to venture out to do the impossible. "Pushing you're luck? That doesn't sound like you" Adonis wiggled his eyebrow at his best friend. "Changing her mind? Wow, is your game off today or something? You usually have it in the bag, they're usually waiting on you - this is a weird conversation. Just - go" Adonis shook his head with a small laugh as he turned his friend around, taking the bottle back from his hand. "Any time, Forrest, any time" He smiled lightly before finishing the last of the bottle and tossing it aside. 

While Adonis enjoyed some light dancing and maybe some small talk, he found himself in the backyard laying flat on his back with a beer in hand. The house music that was heard, a little less vivid in his ear, soothed him in a sense that he was slowly drifting away, his shoulders lightly vibrating along with the beats. Upon hearing Forrest's slightly slurred words, Adonis sat up, turning his head as he watched the blond haired boy make his way towards him and settling down on the grass. "I just came o- okay, I've been here the whole time" Adonis chuckled, nudging his shoulders against Forrest in return, "In my defense, the music was getting deafening. I thought my ear drums weren't functioning anymore" He explained, cocking his head to the side as he flashed Forrest a smile. Adonis held up the bottle in his hand, "My second beer of the night. So no, not drunk. Someone needs to drive you home, you ass. I'm not leaving you here on a Tuesday night" He grinned, bringing his knees up and resting his forearms against his kneecaps. "And please, don't get drunk for the two of us. For yourself is enough, bud" Adonis added, swirling around the alcohol in the bottle as he glanced up at the sky. "How was the junior? She wasn't begging you to stay when you tried to leave?" He asked as he dropped his neck back, elbows supporting him. 

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drunken mistake | adonis&forrest

[forrestreed]

It had only been a little over an hour and already the boy was on his fourth beer. It was safe to say that parties were his thing, especially when alcohol was involved. There was no setting the blonde liked better than ones like these; the packed house, stuffy air from all the body heat, the blaring music making it near impossible to hold a conversation without getting way too into someone’s personal space. He thrived in these situations, always finding the hottest girl (that he hadn’t already been with) and taking whatever measures needed until he was melting into his arms and practically begging for it. Tonight was no different. He’d spent the whole time so far focusing on one of the hottest junior girls he’d met, she was a cheerleader and he had barely just said the word “hello” and she was already practically drooling. It was safe to say that tonight’s conquest would be an easy one, even if he was already on his way to being drunk. “Need another drink?” Forrest spoke into her ear, his arm wrapped around her small waist as his hips moved forward against the very nice ass pressed against him. “Yes, please!” “Be right back,” He added, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek before making his way towards the kitchen. Just as he was almost there, a wide smile formed on his lips when he noticed the familiar curly headed male leaving the room he was on his way to. “Adonis!” Forrest cheered out, his arms wrapping around his best friend to pull him into a quick, tight hug. “There you are,” he spoke as he pulled back, one hand moving to rest on his shoulder. “I already almost got some girl into bed, how are you just now getting here?” Glancing behind him, he smirked as he watched her dancing with one of her friends before turning back towards Adonis. “Maybe I could hook you up with the other one,” His tone was teasing as he gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze, already knowing very well that his friend wouldn’t really be up for the idea. They’d been best friends for a long time, and Forrest definitely knew the other male better than anyone. And he knew just how different the brunette was when it came to hook ups and girls.

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Adonis was caught by surprise when he heard his name, quite clearly over the deafening music, and was pulled into a hug. A soft laugh left him as he wrapped his arms around his best friend, giving him a tight squeeze before retracting his arms. "Here I am" He held up his bottle before taking a quick swig. He knew how this usually went. Parties weren't exactly a new thing for him, let alone parties with Forrest. He knew his agenda. Drink as much as he can, get a girl into bed and the rest of the night is usually a blur. Adonis took a moment to swallow the alcohol down his throat, "Well, you could say I'm fashionably late. But how unexpected of you, Forrest, to already have a girl wrapped around your finger" Adonis tilted his head to the side as he smiled at his best friend. The curly haired boy brought the edge of the bottle to his lips as he watched Forrest glance back at his next conquest. With a shake of his head, he took another gulp, only to have a bit of alcohol slip into the flap in his throat at Forrest's offer. "N-No, thank you" He tried to clear his throat, his mouth curving into a smile as he used Forrest's shoulder as support. He patted his chest lightly, shaking his head at the question. "I'll let you have her for another time" He offered a smaller smile as his stomach began to churn. Adonis knew that Forrest was only being himself. He did what every other best friend would do. But Adonis didn't really need a girl. He figured that out when he first met Forrest. Gently pushing Forrest, he chuckled, "Go, she's probably wondering where her Prince Charming went. I'll be here when you're done" Adonis grinned, making sure to take a sip of his beer rather than a swig. He winked at Forrest and waved him off in the direction of the junior he was courting. Turning around, Adonis let out a sigh, rubbing his chest lightly. He had grown too used to the pain, it was becoming numb. 

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drunken mistake | adonis&forrest

A party on Tuesday night practically screamed trouble and yet, Adonis was pulling into the street where he could hear the whisper of house music. He had to admit, the real reason he was even trying to park his car on a crowded street was that one of these cars belonged to Forrest, and Forrest was going to be at the party. He wasn't sure how he got roped into going, but Forrest had some sort of charm to him. Charisma, even. It had Adonis dragging himself out of his car and across the street to the house imminent danger was present. Danger being Forrest of course. Adonis pushed the door open with one hand, the other tucked into the pocket of his jacket where it was hiding from the chilly weather. The instant change of temperature, from chilly to completely stuffed with a mixture of body heat and the slight smoke of marijuana, wasn't enough to have Adonis shed his jacket, but it was enough for him to head straight to the kitchen where the beer was waiting for him in a cooler. Bending down, he grabbed the neck of the bottle before making his way to the living room. He acknowledged his friends with smiles and nods as he twisted the bottle top and let the alcohol run down his throat, eyes searching for that one blond head of hair.