iasip kinktober day 1: roleplay
dennis swallows hard, tasting the candy corn he hastily shoved in his mouth an hour ago. it’s near 1:00 in the morning and the bar is swimming with patrons in costumes. he’s around 5 beers in, perfectly reasonable for the occasion.
mac looks. different. anyone else would think he wasn’t wearing a costume but he is. he’s wearing himself—circa 2005. no hair gel, a few temporary tattoos slapped on his body, one of his old sleeveless shirts. dennis is also wearing his 2005 self. he grew his hair out for this shit, curling around his face like it used to. loose fitting sky blue t-shirt.
when they agreed to this plan, it just seemed kind of funny. but now it feels strange. like they’re the other versions of themselves again. just for tonight. it doesn’t really feel good. remembering how mac used to be. how they both were. what they are now.
so inevitably they end up in the bathroom. trading spit like blame, party raging on in the background.
kissing mac feels like a fever dream. a halloween themed, booze soaked, candy filled nightmare. they’re the mac and dennis that should have done this before. back when dennis was so in love he thought it might kill him and mac was too locked away inside himself to see it.
but none of that matters right now. nothing but the disaster they’re both creating. yeah man, yeah dude, kiss me bro. do it harder. do it quiet. do it again.
















