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Danielle Guizio got inspired by John galliano spring 2004
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One Night Only {Self-Para}
The world was in a slow crumble around him, but for the first time since the walls had began to fall, he didn't feel like he was going to be crushed beneath the weight of it. Wally was there for him, his very best friend, and he knew Dewey would always be there for him too, same with Webby, and most of all there was Jafar. He called Louie and idiot, and said that he was nothing but a toy to him, but part of Louie didn't quite believe that. He didn't think he was as disposable to Jafar as he liked to make him think. But he didn't dare say any of that to Jafar, at least not yet.
But until the day he figured maybe Jafar could handle it, he needed to figure out what the hell he was going to do about the way Jafar made him feel. For the time being, he needed to get out and live a little. Right?
Mostly he spent his life in his sweatpants, but he knew how to clean up. Tonight was one of those nights. He tugged his sweats off his hips, and replaced them with his nicest jeans -- he wasn't going to some fancy Country Club, so he didn't think that he needed to bring out the big guns for his plans -- and pulled a shirt onto his shoulders, buttoning it up, most of the way. He was freshly showered, and had just the right amount of scruff on his face.
With that, he bid his roommate a good-night, and told Wally not to wait up for him before heading out of the building and into town. He passed a lot of bars, a lot of clubs, but he was looking for a specific one.
He finally spotted the flashing sign he was looking for and inhaled a deep breath before heading inside. He'd started out the night thinking he was going to try and prove something to himself on his father's account, prove this was just a phase, but that idea had flown out the window, now he was out to have fun. Nothing but plain old fun, being the person he was.
He moved through the dancing bodies to the bar, ordering himself a beer. He wasn't a big drinker, but he figured one beer wouldn't do any harm, plus it might help him with the nerves that had settled into his stomach.
Once the liquid contents of the bottle had settled into his stomach he glanced around at the people on the dance floor, taking another deep breath and moving into the crowd. He was never a very skilled dancer, but he wasn't terrible either. He let himself loosen up and listen to the music, let himself sway to the beat that pounded through the room.
He started loosening up more, getting into the way the music felt in his chest, so when hands slid around his waist, and someone moved very sinfully against his back, pressing into him. It was clear, by the grip that the hands didn't belong to any woman in the room, they were big, masculine, and strong. Definitely strong.
Louie dared a glance over his shoulder at the man who dared to guess that Louie would be into guys over girls, and found himself a little surprised. The man who's hands gripped his waist was ruggedly handsome, with chiseled features, and a sinfully low v-neck. His lips turned up into a smile when his eyes met Louie's, a painfully attractive smile that showed the glistening white teeth hiding behind his supple lips.
"I like the way you move." He breathed into Louie's ear, his breath dusting over Louie's skin, and making a shiver run up his spine. He'd just gotten used to the way Jafar's breath felt against his skin, and now he had to get used to this new breath. "T-thanks." Louie stuttered out, hating the way he faltered -- but he couldn't blame himself, he still couldn't control that around Jafar, no matter how much he tried.
The other boy just smiled brighter at it though, tugging his hips closer to his own and forcing a soft gasp from Louie's lips. "You look innocent as hell, name's Peter." He breathed, his lips brushing across the skin underneath Louie's ear.
He didn't have a coherent response, he'd realized how terrible he was at things like this the first time he'd been trapped under Jafar. He shook his head lightly, trying to rid himself of every thought that contained the name Jafar, tonight was not about Jafar, tonight was exactly the opposite. He inhaled yet another deep breath, and turned around under the grasp of Peter, the daring boy who'd approached him, and pressed his hips close, letting a smirk find his lips. "Maybe you could teach me to be less innocent." He breathed, knowing the words sounded terribly awkward coming out of his lips, but everything so far about Peter, made him think that that kind of turned him on.
"I'd definitely like to teach you to be a little more...sinful." Peter muttered in reply, his fingers dipping under the hem of Louie's shirt. Sinful, the word itself was the one that Louie would use to describe Peter.
"Then w-what are we s-still doing h-here?" Louie stammered, leaning in closer to Peter's lips, a smirk still on his lips, though he knew how stupid and naive he probably looked. "Good question..." Peter breathed in reply, his hand sliding into Louie's and tugging him away from the crowd, of course, Louie was a little shocked when they headed in the opposite direction of the door, and instead walked straight into the men's bathroom.
"W-what...?" Louie breathed as Peter locked the door behind them, but he didn't get a verbal response, instead Peter pushed him backwards until he was pressed against the edge of the sink. "Shhh." Peter hushed before capturing Louie's lips in a hot kiss, it wasn't soft or gentle in any way, completely rough and heated, his teeth grazing over Louie's bottom lip.
There were a million thoughts running through his mind, but he forced them to shut up as he let his hands tug on the hem of Peter's shirt. "Eager are we?" Peter teased, his fingers moving up to work the buttons open on Louie's shirt as his lips moved their attention to his neck, sucking and nipping roughly and forcing a muffled groan out of Louie's lips.
He knew by the end of the night he'd be covered in marks left on him by this guy he'd only just met, and while half of his mind was screaming at him to stop, trying to shout Jafar's name at him, the other half of his mind was focused on the way Peter's lips felt against his neck.
Louie pushed against the other males' chest until he was pinning him against the wall, and earning himself a smirk from Peter. "Fast learner, huh?" Louie laughed nervously before tugging the shirt off of his torso and dropping it to the ground, and not too far after Peter finished the buttons on Louie's shirt and added it to the slowly growing pile of clothing.
Once his shirt was gone, Peter's mouth began to attack his skin again, leaving more deep marks on him, marks that Louie wasn't sure how Jafar would react to. He shook his head again, silently scolding himself for letting Jafar slip into his mind again. He could tell just by the way Peter's hands and lips moved against him that this boy was experience, and while Louie had more experience than he did a month ago, he still was no expert in bed -- though never now and then he could get Jafar to have a slip of the tongue and let out an appreciative noise.
His eyes dropped closed as Peter's hands gripped his waist almost painfully -- surely leaving a nice sized bruise there -- and his lips continued to claim different parts of Louie's torso, starting with his neck and then his collarbone, and then his chest, and then the sensitive spot just above his pants that dragged another moan out of his lips, to which he could feel Peter's lip tug upwards in a smile.
Somehow Peter had flipped them around so that Louie was the one pressed against the wall again, but he wasn't complaining. He'd learned quite quickly that there was something about Ja-- the other person taking control that turned him on. But he had gotten a little more daring, at least he liked to think so, still he couldn't bring himself to do anything that was even remotely daring with Peter's lips attacking his torso.
So Louie settled for tugging the other males' lips back to his as his fingers roamed down his toned chest, flicking open the button on his pants, and shoving them off of Peter's hips. He didn't think himself to be a 'one night stand' kind of guy, and that idea came rushing back to him once Peter pushed his pants down as well. He knew he should stop their actions before it got too far, but the thought occurred to him half a second too late when Peter's hand slid into his briefs and wrapped around his erection, forcing another noise from Louie's lips.
"I always have liked 'em vocal." Peter smirked, his other hand still on Louie's waist, while the one wrapped around his prick fell into a painfully slow, and teasing motion. Louie's fingers dug into Peter's shoulders, which apparently he liked, and his teeth took his bottom lip captive as he tried to keep his head from spinning, but the way Peter was teasing him was definitely not helping anything except making his erection harder, and more painful.
"Peter...please." Louie breathed after a moment, and he knew Jafar would probably ask him to use his words, to tell him what exactly it was that he wanted, but not Peter, no, he whipped him around as he shoved his briefs down before pulling his own off his hips and pressing his own erection against Louie, causing his hips to twitch and another noise to fall from his lips, this one much louder than the others.
"That's right, be as loud as you can, sweetheart, I want everyone to know how much you enjoyed me ruining you." Peter breathed as he pressed two fingers to Louie's lips. It only took him a second to process what he wanted, and his tongue darted out, lathering Peter's fingers in saliva. Even though he knew it was coming, his hips jerked when the other males' fingers teased at his entrance, before one slid in, and after a moment another. Louie was relaxed enough, surprisingly, that it didn't take long for Peter to deem him ready.
His lips found a spot on the back of Louie's neck, leaving another mark as he pushed himself forward into Louie, whose hips jerked again both from pain and pleasure. "Damn, you're tight, has anyone ever fucked you before?" Peter breathed though his own moan that followed just after Louie's. All he could do was nod his head in reply to the question, because when he tried to open his mouth to speak, a loud moan came out instead when Peter thrust into his sweet spot.
The rest of it was a blur, up until the point where he was tugging his clothing back on, a flush in his face, and his hair disheveled. He put the look well fucked to a whole new meeting at that point when he stared himself down in the mirror, Peter standing a few feet behind him, gathering his own clothes. "Damn." Peter muttered, a satisfied smirk on his lips as he moved to press against Louie again, while Louie worked on buttoning up his shirt -- definitely not oblivious to the many dark marks that Peter had left on his skin.
He wasn't sure how Jafar was going to feel about that, but then again...he should care, right? He was just a toy. A knot settled into the pit of his stomach though, because he was better than this, and even if he was just a toy to Jafar, he didn't want to do this to the other boy, because whether he meant something to Jafar, Jafar meant loads to him. Louie sighed and stepped away from Peter's hands that had moved back to his hips -- where they'd already certainly left a bruise of a hand print.
"I should go."
"What? You got someone waiting for you back where you came from?"
"Something like that..."
Louie didn't leave Peter any time to say anything else, and as soon as he was out of the bathroom he tossed the piece of paper that Peter had scrawled his number on into the trash before heading straight out of the club and back to his dorm.
