Original Writing: Blindfold (Alfin)
Becky and I wrote this over hotmail! Gonna tag you, Em and Millie, because I can just imagine this scene drawn out beautifully :3 *totally not hinting* *not at all*
“Oh my God,” Fallon groaned. “Okay, fine! Fine! I just hope you all know that you are massive perverts for this.”
Alice snorted and joined in cheering with the majority of the people in the room, the remaining being the two boys in front of them. The younger blonde boy inhaled deeply, scrunched his eyes shut and suddenly grabbed Casper’s collar just as Ryan pressed record on his phone. Everyone roared with laughter as Fallon pressed his lips against his shocked friend’s for the designated five seconds, Casper’s eyes widening behind his black frames before they both pulled away like repelling magnets. Ryan actually dropped his phone, narrowly avoiding the glass of mixed alcohol that sat in front of his crossed legs, shaking with laughter.
“Aw, you two!” Wayne giggled, intoxicated, from the other side of the circle that the friends had created. “You two look perfect.”
“Dunno what you’re laughing about, Wayne,” Kevin smiled from his seat next to Alice, “You and Harvey seemed pretty embarrassed about your three minutes in h-”
“We’re not talking about that,” Harvey slurred from his position; head in Wayne’s lap, dribbling slightly and knocking over the two empty glasses of Ryan’s ‘Dead Man Walking’ cocktail. Needless to say, no one else had tried it.
“Enough with the friendly kissing,” Fallon mumbled, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. He shot a glance at Casper. “Sorry.”
“Eh, no problem,” The dark-haired boy replied, blinking slightly. It was a party, after all.
“Alright, so what other kissing could we do?” Ryan grinned, raising an eyebrow.
“Definitely not brother kissing, if that’s what you’re thinking,” Fallon muttered.
“You know who haven’t kissed in a while?” He asked, almost silently demanding everyone to listen. “Kevin and Alice.”
“...What?” Alice asked, almost stunned.
“Yeah, what?” Kevin repeated, lacing his hand into hers, “We kiss all the time Like all the time.”
Ryan stared at them both before letting his mouth fall open unnaturally and slapping a hand to his face in mock shock. “Really?!”
“Oh, fuck you, Ryan,” Alice said, laughing slightly. Kevin finally realised the original sarcasm and giggled obligingly.
“No, I was actually going to say...” Ryan continued, rolling his head around to face the two teenagers on his right. “Austin and Alfie.”
Alfie’s eyes narrowed as everyone turned to face him and Austin, who was also sitting down leaning against the wall, legs stretched out in front, eyes closed. Alfie looked at him briefly and realized Austin wasn’t going to bother to even open his eyes, in fact all the pink haired boy did was smile as if he hadn’t a burden in the world.
“That’s because they never kiss.” Robyn said, pulling her hair dyed red hair into a horrendously messy bun as she placed herself down next to Ryan who scooted closer, even after she sent him the middle finger. “Fuck off, loser.”
Robyn narrowed her eyes and eventually the blonde let off. “It’s true though,” He agreed. “If you two hadn’t told me you were boyfriends, I wouldn’t have guessed by the way you act.”
Alfie crossed his arms somewhat defensively, eyeing Alice and Kevin. “ust because we don’t like to slobber on each other in public.”
“Hey!” both Kevin and Alice piped up, Alfie just shrugged; it was true.
“Point is,” Ryan said patronizingly, “Austin used to be all about PDA and now he’s like a little hermit who doesn’t even come out when the beautiful golden sun—“
“Oh god” Fallon said rolling his eyes—near face-planting—as his brother continued to explain what he thought a hermit was (which he was explaining completely wrong, Fallon would like to add) with somewhat stupid hand movements.
“—or when the birds sing, or even when you’re feeling grey—“
Casper watched confused before he leaned towards Fallon but the blonde boy tried to scoot away. Before he could however, the computer hacker grabbed his arm, “I’m not going to kiss you,” He consoled.
“It used to be his favourite thing and then he didn’t feel so bad and—“
Casper ignored Ryan, whispering into Fallon’s ear, “I was just wondering, isn’t that a song from—?”
“SHUT UP CASPER, I’M TRYING TO EXPLAIN HERE!” Ryan shouted towards the smaller boy who blinked at him simply before Ryan suddenly started laughing, his entire body shaking.
Then soon enough everyone was laughing and then eventually, when everyone had calmed down and when Alfie had thought the question spree was over, Ryan brought it up again.
“Would you even be able to tell if it was Austin kissing you, Alfie?”
"What?!" Alfie exclaimed, flushing slightly. "Of course I could!"
"Bet you're lying," Ryan grinned, eyes flashing.
"Alfie, just leave it-" Austin tried, his eyes still closed but a small smile on his lips.
"I am not lying," He replied, trying to smile even though his tone was quite hot. Ryan raised both of his eyebrows.
"Okay... So say we tested you?"
Alfie frowned. "How on Earth would you-?"
"Oh, believe me," Robyn scoffed, "Don't even ask him. He'd know at least seven ways to test that."
"I thought last time he tried, it was eight, Robyn?" Alice asked thoughtfully from her seat, but her smirk said more. Robyn rolled her eyes.
"We—I—" Alfie turned to Austin, shaking his arm slightly. "Are we?"
Austin licked his lips, trying to convey comfort to his boyfriend but also sizing up the challenge in hand. No was always an option. Always. So they could say no and not bother and just watch the other guys try and have fun and then eventually get hammered...
Or they could try. And then say no. If need be.
"All right," Austin replied. "Game."
Ryan smirked, standing up and rubbing his hands together. “Well then, I believe we all know the positions, correct?” Harvey burped loudly and Ryan wrinkled his nose before crouching down to pet his newly acquired friend’s head, “But maybe you should sit this one out, buddy?”
“Munughhh.” Harvey replied, his eyes rolling.
“I’m taking that as a ‘yes, Ryan, you are extremely attractive and yes, Ryan, of course I’ll sit this one out’.” The blonde boy said, grinning to himself and ignoring the eye roll he felt from everyone behind him.
Alfie looked around, feeling slightly dazed as a few people left the room while the few others loitered and Alice shook her head disapprovingly. He was concentrating on what the female blonde was trying to mouth to him when he felt himself being pulled up from under his arms.
“They’re going to tie your hands behind you back,” He whispered into Alfie’s ear gently, “Just try not to freak out okay?”
They're going to what?! “Wait—?”
Austin kissed his neck gently and then he was gone, hands in his pockets walking towards Ryan who wiggled his eyebrows towards Austin suggestively. The pink-haired teen rolled his eyes, pushing his blonde friend, “You’re such a horny bastard!”
“I have control,” Austin smirked, turning to look at Alfie who was now talking to Alice, sorting out his hair and nervously biting his lip. “I don’t understand why you want to see me getting off with my boyfriend?”
Ryan just shrugged, clapping his hands loudly so the remaining people looked at him. He grinned towards Austin before grabbing the scarf around Austin’s neck, pulling it off the taller boy and walking towards Alfie, scarf in hand.
“So do you want Austin’s scarf to be used as a restraint to your hands or so you can’t see?”
Alfie looked at him blandly, “That sounds awfully kinky, even for you, Ryan.”
Austin laughed and Alfie smiled at him over Ryan’s shoulder. The blonde boy just ignored him, grabbing the front of Alfie’s jacket and turning him around, grabbing either arm so that he could tie them up. After the knot had been secured, Ryan spun him back around, smirking as he said, “You look nice all tied up.”
“—Ladies,” Austin interjected, a tie in his hand that Fallon had already handed to him, “Please stop flirting and just get on with it?”
Ryan shrugged, taking a step back. “You’re the one with the blindfold.”
Austin paused briefly, pulling the tie slightly so that it was taunt between his hands before looking towards the brunette teen. Alfie eyed the constrictor nervously but once the pair caught eyes, he simply smiled. Austin bit his lip and reciprocated the smile, albeit sheepishly, but it was comforting none the less. This wasn't exactly how he had planned the night to go, but with Ryan, you never knew. There was a small silence as he crossed the floor, walking towards Alfie and then he lifted the tie.
"It'll be fine, kay?" He smiled and before he could receive a response, Austin gently lifted the blindfold to his boyfriend's eyes.
"I'm not worried," Alfie responded somewhat confidently, but truth be told, as soon as his vision was cut off and he was plunged into semi-darkness, panic instantly set in. It seemed for the briefest of seconds that his senses had turned off, that his hearing had decreased and he swallowed roughly, trying to send some form of saliva through his dry mouth. It took all but a second of this before the fabric moved against his skin and he felt Austin's hands at the back of his head, tying the tie slowly and carefully, and relief swarmed him once again.
He was safe. He was fine. It was just a game at a party.
There was a small silence, spare a few giggles, and Alfie twisted his wrists slightly in the bindings of the scarf--which were pretty damn tight. Thanks a bunch, Ryan.
"Okay, so what do I do n--?" He began when suddenly a pair of lips cut off his speech and made him gasp lightly. He shifted slightly on his feet as the mouth on his moved, pressing slightly harder and seeking entrance into his own. He felt his stomach bubble in discomfort and jumped as a hand smoothed up his skin from his collarbone to his neck--the smallest of movements, but the one that really gave it away.
This person was tilting their face upwards. The person's lips were soft and delicate, the hand small and manicured. The person was a girl and she had just moved her other hand to the nape of his neck.
She smiled against his lips, emitting a soft giggle.
"Robyn," Alfie stated, stepping back and breaking the kiss. He heard Austin's distinct chuckle and what he guessed was Ryan's loud clapping as the rest of the people joined in, Kevin's bubbling laugh towering over them all. He tried to wipe his lips clean inside of his mouth while he waited, smiling slightly.
"Think it'd be better if you participated," Robyn said, her voice closest to him.
Alfie coughed. "I'll save that for my boyfriend, thanks."
"Kitten's got claws," Ryan laughed. There was a pause before he whispered something inaudible for a few seconds and the room grew quieter, listening in. Alfie shuffled on his feet again, waiting.
"Okay, go," Ryan said. Footsteps. Listen to the footsteps, Alfie. Nothing distinguishable.
And once again, someone's lips were on his. But this was really different--
The person had walked up to him, paused and then kissed him- but that was it. Soft and chaste and only pressing down onto his lips for the briefest of seconds, although Alfie could tell that their lips were pulled upwards into a small smile. He had also felt a hand on his shoulder, way too light, but the touch made the pit of his stomach flip again lightly, although differently this time. But not like Austin did. It wasn't Austin.
There was a little muttering as he tried to figure it out, and he pulled his lips into his mouth again.
Was that- some sort of fruity lip balm?
"Was..." Alfie began hesitantly. "That wasn't Alice, right?"
The room burst into laughter, the usual laughs being doubled in volume and Alfie frowned a little as Alice called out, "I'm at the back of the room!"
"But you have that lip ba-" He began before stopping himself and laughing. "Okay. That was Kevin, right?"
Still laughing, the majority of the room began cheering again and he felt Kevin clap him on the shoulder properly, still giggling close to him. Alfie controlled his face as he laughed quietly too and Kevin said, "I tried to make it seem like Alice, but oh m- you're too good for us. Too good-!"
“Okay,” Ryan said, cutting Kevin off, “Stop dribbling over the kid, someone go next.”
Everyone fell silent again and for a brief few seconds, Alfie thought that this one could be Austin, merely because of everyone else in the room. They were all being quiet this time, no one was laughing and so it meant they were watching. However the person who walked scuffed their feet and Austin never did that; something about ruining shoes and bad posture.
Alfie exhaled out of his nose, waiting. It took a few seconds but eventually he felt lips attentively on his. It was more like press than a kiss but sometimes that’s what Austin would do. He’d start off lightly and then wait for Alfie to deepen the kiss, so Alfie didn’t pull away just yet. The person pressed in again, and again, his and Alfie’s lips kissing each other’s until Alfie pulled away.
Nope. He didn’t feel anything at all.
There was a terse pause and then everyone started laughing, “How did you even guess that one, he took off his glasses?” Alfie couldn’t identify who had said that but he shrugged to the random direction (or at least tried to, it was hard shrugging with your arms tied). “Austin doesn’t scuff his feet.”
Alice, or who he assumed to be Alice, cooed and Alfie went to defended himself when he was kissed again by surprise. This time it was rougher and wetter, not bad but not exactly what he had wanted either.
The kisser captured Alfie’s top lip, nibbling on it slightly before leaning back in, and their tongue glided across his lip, seeking access into his mouth.
Was there a hand on his-?
Alfie jerked away, severing any contact between him and his kisser, breathing a tiny bit out of time he wiped his lips on his shoulder. “If that isn’t Ryan, then someone else is seriously horny right now.”
“I am scared, so very, very scared,” Fallon muttered from someone behind Alfie, confirming that it was most likely Ryan.
“We didn’t agree to anything below belt, Ryan.” Austin said for the first time and Alfie found himself instinctively seek out the voice that still managed to make his stomach plunge. If anything, with the blindfold it seemed to make everything sound even better, but either way he hadn’t any idea where it came from in the room.
“You’re not allowed to speak, Austin.” Ryan nagged back and Alfie could pretty much imagine him crossing his arms and pouting, sitting next to Fallon who turned away disgusted, not because it was his brother, just that with general people-contact, Fallon did look horrified.
“Yes,” Ryan said in response to Alfie, his mood evident. “The pink-haired loser is still here can we hurry up please, who’s going next?”
Alfie sighed; he’d actually wanted to talk to Austin, not Ryan-the-five-year-old but whatever. All he had to do was prove Ryan wrong and then he could talk to Austin all he desired.
"Okay, I'll be the one to say it: we need more girls."
"Well, it would make the game more-"
Alfie listened to the whispers attentively, trying to pick up on something else, but the only two people speaking seemed to be Alice and Ryan and he couldn't identify what exactly they were saying. There was a brief pause and then the sound of someone moving across the floor determinedly--if footsteps could, Alfie was sure that these would be wearing a confident grin.
There was a pause as they stopped in front of him and then two hands touched either side of his face, cupping his cheeks and softly running their thumbs in circles once. Alfie raised an eyebrow as his face was pulled--more directed, if he was honest--downwards slightly and into an assured kiss that shocked him marginally. His raised eyebrows furrowed as he felt something tickle his temple.
"Wayne." He mumbled into the boy's lips and the ginger teen let go, laughing a little.
"How could you tell?" He asked, his voice sounding as though he were grinning.
“Felt the hair,” He smiled, imagining the vividly coloured ringlets that the boy bore.
"All right, all right," Someone said, someone that sounded a little like Fallon. They whispered something that Alfie couldn't hear.
"I say that we mix it up now."
More whispers that he couldn't hear. Alfie sighed lightly, waiting.
And then he heard the sound of feet moving towards him again, strong and normal across the carpeted floor. He wriggled his hands around in the scarf, some form of habit that he seemed to have picked up in this game and waited. He didn't realise that his lips had already slightly parted instinctively.
And then he felt the hand.
Someone's hand was on his waist, familiar and alleviating, holding down the lightest amount of pressure on his hip and acting as some sort of squeeze of comfort. Alfie swallowed roughly again as the hand travelled backwards, slowly smoothing against his top and making its way around to hold the small of his back, the fingertips lightly grazing his exposed skin. The fingers were mildly calloused but gentle, graciously easing their way around in circles on his back and sending the warm sensation in the pit of his stomach crazy, making it reach boiling point. The person's other hand trailed down from his shoulder, the backs of its nails grazing his arm tantalizingly, feather-light. The hands met at his back, pulling him closer to the person in front of him who he knew was a he.
He knew everything about this feeling of them stood close together, the feeling of their chests pressed flush against one another, of the hands locked sensitively around his body and the soft, faint scent of vanilla.
But why ruin the fun now?
Alfie's neck tilted up of its own accord just as he felt the pink-haired teen finally duck his head slowly and close the distance between them, brushing their lips together. The kiss was tender and sweet, both mouths moving against one another but with one another, Alfie barely recognising the feeling of Austin's thumbs hooking into the folds of the scarf. With one absent-minded tug, his arms were free of the restricting fabric and Alfie's hands instantly flew up to join each other at the base of his boyfriend's neck, smoothing up the skin and pulling them against each other harder before running up through the short hair and knotting themselves in Austin's longer locks. He felt Austin smile against him just as he pulled him closer, locking their bodies together.
"That's..." Ryan mumbled from behind the two boys, clearly the leader of the gang of shocked-looking people, "That's kind of breaking the rules..."
But Alfie didn’t care and apparently, neither did Austin because the pink-haired teen slowly and lightly kissed down Alfie’s jaw and then neck, very occasionally nipping but not hard enough to leave a bruise or for Alfie to embarrass himself.
The older teen eventually eased off and Alfie sighed, feeling the lightest pressure on his eyes, but just before Austin could remove the blindfold, Alfie grinned, “If this isn’t Austin, I will be severely disappointed.”
To say the least, when the blind fold was removed he wasn’t disappointed one bit. Oh, and Ryan’s shocked face made it all the more worth it as Austin’s hand slipped into his, squeezing it comfortingly before he whispered, just loud enough for Alfie to hear.
“If I had known you were going to be that good I would have betted something against Ryan.”
