Private Party || March & Shay
March had been drinking for quite some time at this party now and he made sure he was close enough to keep an eye on Shay. Emmett had bothered him a few times to see if he was alright but, he just nodded and kept an eye around the party but, mainly on Shay. He went to take a sip of his drink but noticed that he didn't have anything left. Sighing he walked into the kitchen to grab a new beer as he enjoyed the atmosphere of the party around him.
Shay knew what he was doing. Yep. Stumbling around a few guys he managed to squeeze himself in between and taking whatever drinks he could manage. So, maybe he didn't have as much control as he wanted, but he didn't mind. He liked the nights where he could let loose. Out of the corner of his hazy vision he could see a blond headed boy weaving his way into the kitchen and hey, blond hair and sort of looked like March. Shay could do with it. He broke himself out of the small group he had formed and stumbled his way into the kitchen where he came up behind the tall male. He lifted his hand up and trailed his fingers down the back of the others shirt. "You know, I like this shirt. But I think I'd like it better off."
March had finally successfully opened a beer, which had taken him longer than he would have liked. Hearing someone slur something to him and have their hand on him, he immediately knew who it was and he clenched his eyes shut to try and stay calm. He opened his eyes and turned around, raising an eyebrow at the boy in front of him. "Shut up Shay," he muttered, not really wanting to play any of Shay's games right now. He felt like if he let himself hang around with Shay and whatnot Shay would probably just end up telling him to fuck off then March would be back where he started, bored and staring at Shay.
Shay looked up at the other then, his mind still not connected a name to the face. All he knew is that he wanted to drag him upstairs. He pouted a bit at the blond's words and tapped his fingers against his chest. "I don't think I can," he murmured, cocking his head to the side. And that's when it clicked. March. "Baby, come on. Let's go upstairs."
March rolled his eyes, before taking a sip of his drink. He thought about it, as best as he could with a hazy mind and decided to just go with it. He normally would have just told Shay to fuck off again or he would have walked away himself, but, he had that wonderful liquid courage running through him. "Sure, let's go upstairs," he stated, quite un-amused with the current situation. He bit his lip as he grabbed Shay's hand, ready to go upstairs with this cute boy.
Shay would've tripped and fallen nearly a hundred times if it wasn't for March's hold on him. He followed him up the stairs and pushed his way into a bedroom, telling the people in there to get out. Once empty, he pushed March against the now closed door. He took the beer from him and took a long sip. Holding the bottle by his side, Shay leaned forward and pressed a kiss against the crook of March's neck.
March bit his lip to suppress the moan that wanted to leave passed his lips. He wasn't used to people being in control around him but, he didn't mind since it was Shay and he didn't really want to scare Shay away by doing something dumb. He placed his hands on Shay's waist and decided to once screw it, pinning him against the wall instead. He nuzzled his head in the crook of Shay's neck, pressing some not so delicate kisses there.
Shay pushed out a puff of air as the positions were reversed and the bottle of beer slipped from his fingers. The glass broke the second it hit the hardwood, the remaining alcohol seeping on the floor. His arms went around March's neck as he tilted his head to the side, eyes shut as he attacked his neck. "March," he mumbled, moving his hands to somehow cup the others cheeks and pulled his head so he could surge forward and kiss him.
March couldn't help but giggle a bit at the fact that Shay dropped the bottle. It wouldn't have been as funny if he was sober but, he wasn't and therefore it was kind of funny. He allowed him to move his face, finally kissing the lips of the cutest boy ever. He loved looking at Shay's lips, they were always so pink and looked so soft and he was in heaven as his lips moved sloppily against the other boys. "Bed," he muttered out against, Shay's lips, before pulling apart and walking over towards the bed and sitting down, waiting for Shay to hopefully follow.
Shay whined quietly when March pulled away and immediately trailed after him with success of not falling over. He reached his hands out to March's shoulders and straddled his waist, knees on either side of his thighs and pressed his lips against his again. His heart was beating hard in his chest as he pressed himself closer to March, finding one of March's hands and bringing it to his hip and made sure he was squeezing tight. Every now and then, he needed that pain, needed that pain to distract him from the real world.
March smirked against Shay's lips and continued to squeeze his waist as Shay had silently directed him to. His free hand roamed over towards the hem of Shay's shirt, tugging lightly on the material. "I want this off babe, like right now," he whispered against his lips. He began trailing his lips down Shay's jawline and towards his neck once more, hoping Shay would answer and let his shirt be removed.
Shay brought his hands down and lifted his shirt off and tossed it to the side. He bit his lip as he rocked his hips against March's, holding back a moan as he closed his eyes and threw his head back. He rolled his head back around and pressed his hands under March's shirt and against his stomach. Ducking his head down, Shay mouthed at his neck again. "I need you, March," he whispered, meaning it even in his drunken state.
March nodded his head, agreeing silently that he also needed Shay. He pulled back and lifted his shirt over his head, throwing it off somewhere in the room. "Come on babe, get up and let's get these pants off," he smirked, as he lazily grazed his lips against Shay's neck. He pulled away once again, patting the other boys waist lightly, in hopes he'd move off of his lap.
Shay brought his hands back to March's shoulders to steady himself as he stood up and unbuttoned his skinny jeans. He pushed them down his thighs and kicked them to the side before reaching down for the zipper on March's jeans as well.
March smiled lazily as he let Shay do the work of taking jeans off. He liked seeing Shay do things for him because it was nice and he was never nice to March. Well, never is being a bit over-dramatic but, March was too lazy to think of other words. He groaned lightly as he looked at Shay's milky skin that was now visible. "You're hot babe and I can't wait to see you fully naked." He bit his lip again, as he lifted his hips and helped pull his pants off. He reached his hands out to grab at Shay's waist, pulling him back onto March's lap since he missed the warmth.
Shay wrapped himself up around March, legs around his waist and arms around his neck. He kissed him again, sucking March's lower lip into his mouth, his tongue flicking at the piercing before he let go. "Won't be the last time," he murmured as he sucked onto the skin below his ear. He peppered kisses down his neck and across his chest, soon enough dropping to his knees between March's legs. He knew in the back of his head that he'd always come back to March, that no matter who he fucked, March would be the only.
March groaned as he watched Shay sink down onto his knees. "Just where you belong, down on your knees in front of me." March couldn't keep the lazy grin off his face since he knew that Shay could be off fucking someone else right now but drunkenly chose to be with him. Lightly trailing his hand through Shay's hair he then tucked two fingers under his chin so he was looking up. He stole one last kiss before pulling away and raising an eyebrow as he waited for Shay to keep going.
Shay had his hands on March's thighs, fingers itching to get the rest of his clothes off, but the kiss caught him off guard. That wasn't a 'I'm excited you're gonna be sucking my sick' kind of kiss, but something more intimate, more romantic and Shay was seconds away from running away. Well, he would if he wasn't drunk and horny off his ass. After a minute, Shay blinked and bit his lip as he worked off the rest of March's clothes and wrapped his hand around the base of his cock.
March moaned a little louder than he would have liked once Shay had finally touched him like he was quite a few times. "Fuck Shay," he moaned out a bit quieter this time. His head rolled back and his fingers gripped the bed sheets lightly. He licked his lips and moved his head back to watch the boy below him as he touched him in ways he dreamed about more than he would like to admit. Removing one of his hands from the sheets he tangled them into Shay's hair, "Are you going to blow me or no?" March asked with a small smile on his lips. He didn't care either way what they did he was just once again still happy to have Shay's attention.
Shay closed his eyes and leaned his head into March's hand. He dipped forward and ran his tongue along his length, coming to the top and wrapping his lips around the head. He didn't waste anytime in going down on him, taking as much of his cock as he could on the first go. Lie began to bob his head, hands slipping to March's waist to pull him up to stand. "Fuck my mouth," he mumbled after pulling away briefly, only to get his mouth back around March's cock, hands gripping his hips as he looked up at him.
March moaned loudly but, stood up as directed. March tangled his fingers through Shay's hair with a smirk on his face once again. Looking down at Shay, March groaned before speaking, "Dirty boy, you want me to fuck your mouth?" It was more of a rhetorical statement since March couldn't wait to try and tease him. His hips began at a slow pace, pulling at Shay's dyed locks a little rougher than he normally would have. "Your mouth is always great," he moaned out.
Shay dug his fingers into March's hips and relaxed his jaw even further, getting more of him in. Through watery eyes, he watched March and moaned around his cock, pressing himself further and gagging only slightly. He pulled against the others grip in his hair, waiting for the back of his head to go numb from the pull before relaxing and pulling away again.
March knew he wouldn't last much longer, especially since it was Shay he was with. He loved being with Shay whether they were fucking or not. "'M not going to last much longer babe," he breathed out. He let his grip on Shay's hair lighten as his hips slowed down a bit more. He let one hand go down to cradle his cheek, loving the feeling of Shay's soft face. He had always preferred him to have some stubble and the thought of how hot Shay looked with stubble caused a groan to slip passed his lips.
Shay began sucking again before pulling off completely and working March's length with a hand. He looked up at him with blurred vision and stood up, hand still on his cock. He used his free hand to cup his cheek and leaned in to kiss him lightly. "Show me how badly you want me," he murmured, eyes half lidded as he nuzzled against his neck, lips tracing over a vein and his tongue flicking out at his earlobe. "Wanna feel it in the morning."
March couldn't help the animalistic growl that left his lips as he pushed Shay roughly onto the bed. He crawled on top of him and kissed his lips softly and passionately. He moved his lips towards Shay's ear so he could whisper, "You should know by now that I want you like all the damn time. With your dumb green eyes and your dumb hair that you dye all the time, fuck..." He moved back trailing his hands lightly down his body, finally reaching Shay's underwear. "Won't be needing these," he murmured as he pulled them down and threw them along with the other clothes. Moving his hand he wrapped it around Shay's cock, pumping him a few times to repay him a bit.
Shay huffed out a breath as he was pushed down on the bed and whimpered at his words. He wrapped his arms around his neck, hands tangling in the blond hair and keeping March close. His legs fell to either side of March's hips, leaving room for the other and arched his back at the touch, his hips rocking against his hand. Shay's hands moved to cup March's face and brought him back to kiss him, eyes squeezed shut as he bit onto his lower lip. "I love you," he breathed, head angled up as he pressed another kiss to his lips.
March couldn't have heard that right. Of course he loved Shay, more than he'd ever like to admit, but he must have heard wrong. Plus if Shay really did say those three words, March would want them both sober and it to mean something instead of a drunken confession before sex. March crashed his lips back against Shay's before pulling back, only to delve back in to give Shay some more hickeys on his neck.
Shay leaned his head back, breath heavy as his hands moved to March's shoulders. He wrapped his legs around his waist and flipped them over, he straddling March's hips and leaning down to kiss him hard. He broke away briefly to suck two of his fingers in his mouth before reaching behind him to tease his hole. He pressed one finger in, a moan falling from his lips as he buried his face into the crook of his neck.
March was a little surprised by Shay's actions but soon began biting his lips at the sight in front of him. "Fuck," he moaned out. By just watching Shay he got more turned on than he already was, if that were even possible. "Come on babe, I wanna fuck you," he slurred out. He let his hands roam around before laying both hands on Shay's ass, squeezing lightly as he grinned stupidly.
Shay whimpered as he slid another finger in, stretching himself up quickly before pulling his fingers out with a nod. He pushed himself up and sat flushed against his hips, grinding his hips against March's with his hands on his chest. He reached behind him and held up March's cock before lowering himself down. The lack of lube probably would've been a lot more painful if Shay wasn't desperate for it at this point. But, yeah. It still kind of hurt. He brought his hand back up and spit on it before reaching his hand behind him again to coat March's cock with his spit.
March was so happy to finally be getting somewhere with this. His hips bucked up involuntarily and he immediately moved them back down slowly. "Fuck, are you good? C-Can I move or do you need a minute?" Normally he didn't give a shit about whoever he was fucking but, of course with Shay it was different, he cared about Shay and if he was okay or not. He bit his lip as he looked at Shay, bringing a hand up to cup his face, waiting for some sort of okay to start moving.
Shay shook his head quickly. "Hold on," he mumbled and sunk all the way down. He shuffled his knees a bit till he got comfortable and blew out a breath. He leaned his head into March's hand and bit his lip to hold back a moan. Before moving his hips, Shay dropped down and captured March's lips in his own for a kiss.
March kissed back immediately, still loving the feeling. His hips thrusted up slowly, not being able to sit still anymore. March moved his hands down Shay's body and onto his waist, gripping lightly since he didn't want to be as rough as he had been with Shay. Tonight seemed a bit more intimate for some reason but, it was probably just the all that alcohol and weed March had tonight.
Shay moaned against March's lips as he raised his hips and sunk back down. He pushed himself away and sat back up, hands on March's chest. He started to ride on March's cock, starting off slow before picking up speed.
March moaned as his head was thrown back in pleasure. His grip on Shay's waist tightened a bit more as he enjoyed the feeling. He removed one of his hands from Shay's waist and brought it over to his cock, stroking it gently as he attempted to keep up with his thrusts.
Shay kept letting out small moans and whimpers and cursed under his breath when March's hand wrapped around his cock. He brought a hand up and started to tease one of his nipples, brushing the pa of his thumb over the sensitive skin before he pinched the bud, his jaw going slack. Nipple play was something he never knew he was into until the last guy he was played with his nipples till it turned him on.
March looked up at Shay and noticed him playing with his nipples. A smirk took over his face and he raised an eyebrow, "You like nipple touching?" He bit his lip as he watched Shay enjoy himself above him. He wanted to take control of this and be the one giving Shay the pleasure that he surely looked like he was having.
Shay threw his head back and moaned before nodding, almost collapsing over but kept himself up right. "'M close," he murmured, free hand wrapping around March's that was around his cock. "Fuck, March," he moaned, looking down a him again as he fucked himself harder.
March nodded before deciding he wanted to properly fuck Shay instead of Shay doing most of the work. His hips began moving once again and he pulled Shay down for one more kiss, since he wasn't really sure what would happen after this. He kept a steady pace with his hips as well as his hand that was on Shay's cock. He bit his lip as he looked at the boy on top of him and he knew he was definitely close. "Fuck Shay, you're so hot, c'mon and let go already," he growled out as his eyes squeezed shut.
Shay buried his face into the crook of March's neck before his body went tense and he was coming over their stomachs. He bit down on March's shoulder, hands clean hung and unclenching into fists as he rocked his hips to ride out his high. One hand came up to tangle in March's hair, tugging gently then sharply before massaging his fingers into his scalp. "Fuck," he breathed, eyes squeezed shut
March cursed quietly as his thrusts began getting sloppier. "Shit," he moaned as he came soon after Shay. Once he finished, he pulled out and looked at Shay. He bit his lip, since he knew they were just probably going to clean up, get dressed and disperse like usual. He ran a hand through his hair, knowing it was probably pretty messy due to their actions. He continued looking at Shay, afraid that if he said something, he would just get up and leave.
Shay remained spread out on March, feeling pretty exhausted and didn't really have the energy to move. But he skinned off to the side and reached blindly for a shirt to clean themselves up. Despite the increasingly loud party out side the small room, Shay curled up against March's side and sighed, eyes closing after pulling the blanket over himself.
March kissed Shay's cheek before getting up and searching for his clothes. He didn't want to stay in fear that things would be awkward tomorrow so, he picked up what he's assuming was his clothes and began putting them on. Everything fit like it usually should except the shirt seemed to be different but, he didn't really care at this point. Stretching out really quick then mussing up his hair a bit to try and fix it he looked over at Shay before taking out his phone to check the time. He decided to leave after that, trying to be quiet as he walked to the door.
