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ftjaceunderwood:

Jace was surprised when AIden hadn’t returned a sarcastic remark at him after using the name baby to describe the younger boy. Jace’s mind flipped from nothing to s very interesting something. He imagined Aiden’s fingerers fiddling with the stubborn buttons of his checked flannel while Jace’s pulled the fight fabric over the tufts of the chocolate brown hair that sat on the top of his head. The worst thing was having a dream about someone where they love you and you could practically feel them touching you and it felt like the life was being sucked out of you or the happiness just drained out if your body that you felt so empty again when you realize it never happened. Jace took his hands from Aiden’s body and lifted up to unbutton the top of his shirt relieving some of the lagging tension in his muscles. “It is, I hope you don’t mind.” He said as if it didn’t mean a thing to him while in his mind he was freaking out for no reason. The flannel soon slid off of Jace’s toned arms to reveal ink stained skin and a toned upper body. His arms reconnected with the fair body acting as if he wasn’t half naked. “You okay?” He asked softly looking back into the soft brown eyes on his own.  

Aiden flexed his shoulder to keep his head in a resting position as Jace adjusted, his tongue running out over his lips that were quickly growing chapped. Wasn’t alcohol supposed to have the opposite effect? Was it getting hot in there? Wake up. He’d come back to reality, eyes zoned out and glossed over on the toned upper body that had just revealed itself in painted glory. He swallowed over his parched throat, reaching forward with no hesitation for what he would’ve been happy to call a never ending chug of the drink. Unfortunately, it had to end and it did with a clink back on the coffee table. He hissed, wince, regretting it immediately thanks to the burn but didn’t bother say anything about it. As the side of his cheek rested gently over Jace’s bare chest, all he could do was listen to him breathing and absentmindedly find himself in sync with the pattern of breath. “... I don’t know, are you?” He asked, realizing they were close and wishing he never had to do anything about it. 

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Jace wasn’t sure if he felt this way because of the alcohol it had a way of making his emotions rise to an extreme rate and his he4art seem like it was racing, but this.. This wasn’t like that , this feeling that was settling into his veins wasn’t alcohol it was a drug, a drug that was a fair skinned boy sitting next to him whose smile seemed to make his life seem like it was erupting with illuminating light. “You’re my baby even if you don’t want to be, Aiden. Sorry, but no getting out of that one.” Jace’s smirked played off of Aiden’s sarcastic teasing voice and there he was falling further into something he hadn’t understood. The more his body grew into Jace’s the more his thoughts seemed to fuzz, his mind was full of potential ways he could make the euphoric feeling stand in his mind. His grip got heavier, his other arm snaked its way around Aiden’s waist and rested softly on his hip gripping over the tight fabric of his shirt. “FUck, it’s so hot in here.” Was the only thing he’d managed to push out and he was thankful it wasn’t the thoughts of how good his body would look pressed up closer to the other boys. 

Aiden knew Jace was just joking around, or at least assumed he was-- but he was oddly okay with being called his baby. He’d spent too much time arguing about being “older than he looked” and not being “a kid” that it kind of felt okay in that moment to just let it go. And maybe, just maybe, like it a little bit. He tightened the grip on hands when Jace did, the dents between their fingers growing wider the closer they became. He was just fine with the arm that enclosed him within a type of wrap of the older boy’s arm, pressing into it if anything. His pulse was thudding but he’d never been so relaxed, so at ease and fuck he prayed it was the drugs or he’d be feeling some different sort of hangover in the morning. Gatorade wouldn’t take the edge off once it was too late. “Yeah.” Aiden agreed, albeit quiet, as he adjusted within the confides of the tight fitted t shirt he was still sporting. It felt so constricting and for a moment he could see images flashing through his mind that shouldn’t have been there. Images of gripping and jaws dropping and the feeling of someone unfamiliar to hold him dow-- “That flannel looks heavy.” He noted, not letting himself wander any further down that road.

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Jace’s fingers wrapped their way around Aiden’s almost instantly the pads of them sinking a little into the fair flesh. His thumb slid back and forth slightly over the back of Aiden’s hand in small circles like maelstrom in his mind. The friction of the younger boy moving between him had chemicals swirling around in his stomach. He’d always felt them, but he didn’t know that they could soon enough create their own structure and turn into something bigger. Nearly like fireworks erupting inside of him. The way they were instantly around each other was like nothing he’d ever known before. An instantaneous connected flooded around the room even if their eyes just gazed upon each other or their arms brushed for the slightest reason. Now it was different, their quick grabs and nudges became grazes and grasps upon the soft slopes of Aiden’s snow white skin. Jace was nearly just living in his underrated presence. Jace’s eyes fell down to meet the other boys for the first time since he went off his own instinct and laid his lips down onto the freshman’s. Hearing Ryker’s name washed a weird feeling inside of Jace. Was it wrong he’d been feeling this way for a while and it never crossed his mind that the person laying in his arms was his best friends brother? It shouldn’t matter to him but deep down it held a deep place in the pit of his stomach. “Probably because he knows you’re a baby.”

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Aiden’s eyes closed softly as the pads of Jace’s fingers traced drawings over his fair skin. As the two pairs of eyes locked once again it was as if he was inhaling the intoxicating air out of the boy’s lungs all over again. He knew Jace might’ve been scared-- or headstrong, or maybe just filled with a shit ton of guilt over the situation but one of Aiden’s strongest talents was that of his innate ability to simply not care. “I’m not a baby.” He insisted once again. With a little nod he’d nuzzled the tip of his nose against the older boy’s, his fingers curled loosely around his bottle-- though the only taste he was itching for was the one in the form of lips on his. He could’ve simply blamed it on his horny teenage tendencies or the fact that Jace was... well, older, sort of iconic in his eyes. But he didn’t, he blamed it on the hammering of the organ in his chest and the way it was sinking into his stomach the longer that taste was kept from him. “But I can be if that’s what you like.” He added in a way that could’ve come off as a simple tease or deadpan serious as it most likely was. He held Jace’s hands tighter, snuggling up a little further against him, his eyes batting slowly before they were back to meeting the older boy’s.

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Madison chuckles, “Probably. Most likely.” Madison looks he boy with a small smile, “I’m Madison by the way. I don’t believe we officially met.”

“Oh-- Aiden. Aiden Harvard.” The freshman introduced himself quickly, a signature lazy smile sprawled out into the corners of his lips as gave her a quick nod. “Nice to meet you.”

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ftjaceunderwood:

Jace felt the couch dip down next to him and his body fell further into the material. He didn’t choose to acknowledge the body more than with just a small smirk on his face as he lifted the bottle back up to the level with his lips before taking another quick swig. Feeling Aidens grip onto his joggers made him shift slightly. When their faces were nearly connected once again his blood started rushing into his cheeks. “Yeah, it’s mostly my dads that people bring over for him. But he just sets it in that cabinet, he’s rarely down here anyway.” Well rarely around that is. Jace tilted his head down so it was resting slightly into Aidens tufts of brown hair and his palm overlapped the smaller fair skinned one in his lap without a word escaping from his lips. Jace didn’t care about the consequence considering her could blame it on whatever drugs and alcohol the two had floating around in the room. Jace was in no way a lightweight but for his own sake he could pretend to be.

Aiden couldn’t explain it if you asked him to, but as the muscles in his fingers flexed and he felt the back of his palm graze Jace’s thigh-- the tangling of teir fingertips felt more erotic than any god damn drug could have induced on his nerves. His eyes closed lightly, nuzzling closer and without reserve into the sun tanned skin of Jace’s neck, squirming a little further up the backrest. His brain wasn’t there-- not one bit. It was off on vacation, probably floating on a cloud similar to the one that he was. But he didn’t mind it, he loved feeling that way. He loved feeling empty minus whatever was holding him together. In that moment, it was the boy next to him that could’ve laid him back on the couch and had his way without one complaint from-- Fuck, a snap back to reality caught him staring into space. The space between Jace’s lips. “... My dad keeps all his locked up in a liquor cabinet. I think he thinks Ryker’s gonna take it...” Maybe mentioning his brother wasn’t the best idea but it was done now, floated off his tongue before he’d even thought about it. “He never notices when I take it.”

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ftjaceunderwood:

Alcohol or Feelings? Jace thought. The burning taste at the back of his throat was more than likely the alcohol running through his system. His heart was pounding so fast that it sounded like a wired electirc system crashing in a big city. His whole life being left without light and now it was found, it drained out of the lights and through his veins because of Aiden. The touch of his fair skin on Jace’s olive toned flesh was so electric, it made him feel something inside he never understood. The breath on his lips woke him out of his head space and back into reality. “Oh, uh.. Yeah.” He managed to push out between his deep slow breaths, he pulled completely away from Aiden, avoiding eye contact still and grabbing the two of them a few bottles and placing them back down on the glass surface of the coffee table. Jace’s fingers fiddled up to his buttons and he clasped them closed putting his exposed chest back into the plush fabric of the flannel. Pulling his weight back to the couch, he pressed the glass bottle onto his tingling lips and drank carelessly trying to shake out his feelings.

Jace was untangled from him without a moment to spare, the space between his thighs and the dents between his fingers never feeling so real. He folded his hands together quickly, cracking knuckles to relieve the odd sensation-- a bottle filled the place where someone else should have been. He knocked back a good heavy chug, standing on the other side of the table until he’d allowed a good few shots to scald the inside of his cheeks. Across his face was a visible wince of distaste, one heavy sigh and scoff later led to the younger boy making his way over to the couch. Maybe it was inappropriate and maybe Jace’s quick departure ad been a sign that he needed some space but drunk and needy didn’t really care all too much. He curled up beside him on the couch, bottle in one hand and the soft fabric of the senior’s bottoms in the other. With his chin rested gently on his shoulder, he couldn’t suppress the heavy breathing that had come from the breathless kiss-- it was still trying to make it’s way out of his system. “You have lots of alcohol down here.” He observed drowsily.

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“You made it to the New York part, at leas. But hey, Ted’s not so bad. Plus, you’ll have a fantastic story to tell your kids on how you met their mother.”

“I don’t think I’ve truly realized how identical Friends and How I Met Your Mother are until this very moment... and it’s tripping me the fuck out.”

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but I always end up kissing you then miss you even more and more I always mess it up, I never got it right not even once

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“ I’m pretty sure I’m Joey from friends in most surprising situations. It takes me a minute to get what’s going on, but when I do I over exaggerate far more then any soap opera actor ever has. ”

“I think I’m Ted Mosby-- I haven’t even reached a Friends grade state in my emotional development yet.”

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“Pretty much Yeah but I was just trying to be nice.” She muses. “Believing in the best is kinda hard but I do try. But too much bad shit happens to always stay positive. I seriously don’t get how anyone can be so positive all the time.

“Lots and lots of illegal narcotics.” The freshman replied promptly, albeit in a bit of a mumbled tone. He raked his fingers back through his hair a couple of times, dreading the idea of traipsing down that exact hall for his next class– one he very rarely attended anyhow. “Or like a lot of AT40 radio.”

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Madison chuckles, “Wait are you like being for real? Come on, nobody can be that… umm…” Madison bites her tongue, “Creative…” She tries to word it nicely.

“You mean stupid?” He asked bluntly, shaking his head in a way that made it seem as if he wasn’t in that place the majority of the time as well. He wasn’t much better than anyone there. “But you can choose to believe the best.”

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ftjaceunderwood:

With every movement their bodies grew closer and the closer they got the more his heart lurched out of his chest. Feeling the pain in the pit of his stomach he remembered how soft Aiden’s lips felt on his the other night, even if it wato fake out his dad. Jace didn’t believe the freshman just kissed him for no reason, he didn’t feel like the type that just waltzed around kissing people to piss off his father. Jace’ took a deep inhale before he planted his placed his lips right over Aiden’s not’s not touching yet but the smell of alcohol hit him instantly and his eyes rolled flawlessly into the back of his head. “Fuck.” He muttered in a deep breath before he took a chance and pressed his pink lips down on the other ones. Moving his head to the side still kissing Aiden, he  trailed his hands to the waistband of his grey tracks and dipped his pointer and middle fingers sinking his palms into the pale flesh. The feeling of their bodies pressed together sent an electric shock through his body like lighting and the rumble of his heart beating was the thunder, the sweat on his nervous palms acted as the rain and Jace knew he didn;t want this storm to end, but before it escalated on his part he knew he had to pull away. Taking all his last energy he disengaged his lips from Aiden’s and looked back down to the carpeted floor. 

The swift movement was something Aiden had been dying so badly to complete himself but did not possess the courage to-- until he felt the sweet tingle of lips claiming his and in that moment he was nothing short of possessed by the demon of his darkest desire. He hadn’t realized it until it happened but a low moan sent a vibration between both pairs of lips, tequila tasting like heaven and the devil all wrapped up in one. Gooosebumps raised on his skin and his muscles tensed in fire as he felt the strong hands dip below the UA waistband that was officially serving as nothing more than an annoynace from that point on. His blood pulsed in his ears and what usually felt like a simple charade and brush of lips was building adrenaline like battery acid in his nerves. He held on tighter, keeping in mind the few fatal seconds that Jace had teased the space between them-- he wanted to take back every moment of it and make better use. It was only when Jace pulled away that Aiden returned to somewhat of a narsh reality; his lips were pink as carnations and his waistband dipped lower than it should have been-- but hell if he cared about anything more than turning back time for a few more seconds of the past. He didn’t dare look the older boy in the eye, not lke that-- he bowed his head next to his instead, the side of his cheek grazing easily against the older boy’s. He sighed softly, the breath spilling out of parted lips like a groan for more that he couldn’t quite verbalize properly. “ ... Do you wanna drink more?”

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ftjaceunderwood:

Jace saw the hair on Aiden’s arm shoot up and the goosebumps that trailed on them, a smile crept to his face when he realized Aiden was enjoying the situation. When he pulled himself away from the other body he immediately missed the sensation it gave him inside. Suddenly he came face to face with the pale boy who had a smile plastered on. “Someone’s eager, aren’t they?” Jace smirked pressing their foreheads against one another and moving his hips in small circles, intertwining their pairs of leong legs together. Jace felt his hands involuntarily swinging around Aiden’s waist where they found their way under the tight shirt the other boy was wearing and resting on the small of his back. Jace’s bare olive toned chest pressed against Aiden’s as his movement gained a little more momentum. 

As Jace’s arm snaked around his waste and Aiden leaned in clumsily to brace both arms around his neck; it felt for a split second as if the gap between them could’ve just closed entirely. Aiden felt like he was lifting weights to keep his lips away, his hips loose with Jace’s thigh between both of his. Their eyes were locked but it felt so natural, as if both sets had finally found a place where they could comortably sit for hours. He didn’t have to force movements when wrapped around the other boy, his hips moving rhythmically to the bouncy tune of whatever remix was seaping through the speakers of the sound system. Each thump of bass couldn’t compare to the volume at which his heart was pounding-- fluttering faster and faster each moment as cold hands grazed an inch or so down to rest on either side of the senior’s neck. His wrists dared press against Jace’s unclothed collar bones, the younger boy’s head suddenly dropping; both in resignation to the weight it had been carrying since his third drink and to truly realize how close they were.