(A/N: Hey guys!! Sorry for the late update, I've been getting used to school TT Anyways, there will be more chapters posted soon. Also Eli published a new story on their AO3!!! Check it out, we are both writing it and they are very excited to continue.)
âGo in front of me,â Senju said excitedly, âI wanna be the guy dancer.â
Takemichi froze on the spot as Senju, smoothly, maneuvered her way behind him. Takemichi raised a brow at her, turning his head to look at her better.
âSenju, I donât know if you know this, but Iâm a GUY.â
Senju waved her hand dismissing his comments.
âSo? Plus you got a fatter ass than me,â she said, pinching Takemichiâs butt cheek, âCâmon bubblebutt! Shake what ya got!â
Takemichi rolled his eyes at his friend's antics. Shrugging his shoulders, he accepted the situation, letting Senju do as she pleased. Swaying their hips to the music once again, they continue what they were previously doing.
That was until Senju suddenly stopped her motion, making Takemichi stand straight from where he was previously being bent over by said girl.
âWhatâs wrong?â He asked, but his words fell short seeing as the girl had stopped paying attention to anything and everything around herâwell something ahead definitely had her attention. She stared onwards, face flushed and eyes dowy.
She let go of Takemichi just as he was about to open his mouth and rushed past the sweaty body, over across the room. Watching her, Takemichi caught a glimpse of who (he assumed) was the culprit for stealing his friend away.
âFucking lesbians.â He grumbled, watching Senju chase to catch up with a blonde girl that stole the girlâs attention. Sighing, he pushed his way back to the makeshift bar area hoping to find his previous drink. Seeing the cup--left exactly where it was-- Takemichi took a swing at the content.
Or was about to, that is before a hand came over blocking the cup from reaching Takemichiâs mouth.
âWerenât you ever told not to leave a drink unattended?â Takemichi's eyes moved up from the hand that grabbed the cup out of his hands, seeing it was Kisaki. Takemichi grew stiff with discomfort. Heâs known Kisaki for years due to the guy being close with Hina (the thought of her dropped his mood), but he was never friends, nor even close with him.
Takemichi shook his head. âOh right, that was stupid of me,â he chuckles. Of course Takemichi knew, he didnât know why he even grabbed the cup in the first place.
Kisaki just shook his head in a playful way and poured Takemichi a new drink.
âHere, better to have it poured in front of you anyways.â Eyebrows said. Takemichi took the cup hesitantly--he didnât know why Kisaki was being so nice to him, hell for most of high school Takemichi believed that Kisaki didnât like him. Yet, here they were talking and drinking like there was no tension between them.
Takemichi started relaxing. Maybe all this time there weren't any ill feelings, maybe it just took Kisaki some time to loosen up to someone (even if it took over 4 years).
After a few rounds of drinks, a certain conversation came up. âHey, Hina told me you two broke up.â Kisaki said as concern grew on his face. Takemichi was taken aback. He knew Hina and Kisaki were still friends, but why did he have to know about it. Takemichi understood Emma, but that was different.
âOh.â was all Takemichi could say. He felt embarrassed that Kisaki knew about his personal affairs.
Kisaki continued. âWell it was for the best. Henna is too good for someone who was a troublemaker.â Takemichi bit the inside of his cheek. âI mean it was only a matter of time she was gonna realize you werenât fit to be in her life.â
The man sounded smooth, almost comforting, but the words cut through Takemichi like a blade. He felt cold--broken, Kisaki was right, Hina was too good for him and she deserves better. She was reaching her goals, while Takemichi was just doing a major he picked at random.
Takemichi gained a bitter taste in his mouth. He took the shot glass that Kisaki held in his hand and put it down quickly. His ears ringed as the burning liquid went down his throat. He felt numb and cold, and a bit dizzy as his vision blurred from his drunken state.
Takemichi was then dragged and pushed into a chair. His head was spinning and he was so cold.
âI think you had too much to drink,â Kisaki said, âJust sit here and Iâll get you some water.â Takemichi could only nod and Kisaki walked away leaving the drunken man to his thoughts.
Hina deserved better. He made the right choice. He was just following what he was told. He wasnât worth Hina, no she was better than him in every way. It was only a matter of time, she would have done it too. He didnât deserve Hina
So formale, Takemichi thought as he downed the third cup Kisaki had given him. Come to think of it, Kisaki never drank from his cup. Just kept handing takemichi drink after drink. Takemichi thought that was weird, but his head was too fuzzy to focus too much on it.
Well, not really lost, more like Baji left him (some great friend, right). He mentioned something about Chifuyu that Mikey was definitely going to make fun of the grease head about later.
The blonde made his way around the sea of sweaty and posibly horney bodies that were more like under the influence of some kind. Mikey had to unfortunately avoid the drunk offer to give him a B.J in the bathroom, which was tempting(ish), but the blonde wasn't really in the mood to have some one night stand for tonight.
This is a funny decision, taken how much of a whore he is, or so his friends say. Assholes.
leaning against the wall across the room he takes a moment to view his surroundings.
Parties weren't really much of Mikey's thing. He was a simple man with simple needs and routine. Though, this was the first party of the school year (even though he doesn't attend college) and almost all of Mikey's friends were going to attend. Plus it's not like Mikey didn't like parties, just didn't like big crowds. He hates when it's too noisy.
He scanned the room to find someone he knew (and who he didn't hook up with). Make he could stick with Kenshin if he wasn't, ya know, sharing saliva with Mikey's sister.
Mikey cringed at the thought. He did not want that image in his head.
"Um, can you give me a little space?"
Mikey's attention was caught by some guy with dark black curly hair.
Oh, fluffy hair! Mikey thought.
He was sitting at a nearby couch where a tall man with hand tattoos was trying to wrap his arm around his waist.
Mikey went closer to the two to hear better and with a condescending smile, Mikey catches the way the man's filthy hands start running over the other's body.
"C'mon beautiful, gimme a chance. Promise to make it worth your while <3" The taller man purred, strangely loud enough that Mikey can hear.
Now, Mikey wasn't one to jump into a situation like this knowing how to mind his business (so to speak), but this was different. The smaller guy seemed uncomfortable and it made the blonde disgusted. Clearly the man didn't understand basic fucking boundaries. So, without realizing, Mikey made his way over to the two and wrapped his arms around the guy's shoulders, glaring at the other.
âExcuse me, I don't think he wants anything your offering." Mikey said, pulling the slightly taller guy behind him, protectively.
The tattoo guy smiled, mockingly. "We're just getting to know each other, nothing wrong, right?" He gave a look to the guy behind Mikey, making Mikey push the guy away to create more distance between him and the tattoo guy.
"Clearly he's uncomfortable and asked you, respectfully to fuck off." The guy scoffed, stepping closer to intimidate the shorter of the three, but Mikey just stared him down with a cold gaze. "I, on the other hand, am not as respectful. So leave before something bad happens."
The two stared the other down for a few moments before the name sighed, rolling his eyes and raising his hands in surrender. "Fine. Not Like he wouldn't been much fun anyways." He chuckled then walked off, disappearing among the crowd of people.
Mikey sighed and looked over to see a pair of bright baby blue eyes staring back at him with awe. He grew flustered under the guyâs intense gaze and turned away quickly to avoid the impending blush rising to his cheeks.
âUh-well, heâs gone now so, try standing up for yourself, alright? Would hate to ruin the festivities by breaking another guyâs face in.â The boy nodded quickly and as Mikey made a move to walk away, he grabbed onto his wrist. Tugging it back slightly.
âDance with me?â He slurred clearly still under the influence from how many drinks he had downed earlier, Mikey assumed.
âI don't know...are you sure youâre okay to be moving around like this ?â Mikey asked, worried that the boy might pass out on the dance floor.
With a stubborn pout, he pulled Mikey towards the crowd of dancing people. Damn the guy was stubbornly strong for a drunk guy. âDance with me,â he demanded, adding a quick âpleaseâ. Taking the blonde's hands and placing them on his waist.
âI rather not get hit on again so just do me this one favor and a thank you.â
Without a second thought, Mikey pulls him closer with a shrug. Their bodies intertwined while the music beat against their eardrums. He felt as if he was in a daze, his partner lost in a world of their own.
Hands begin to roam, soft whispers in each other's ears while they dance, forgetting the people around. So intoxicated in their own presence.
A soft pair of lips found themselves on Mikey's neck and trailed down to his collarbone. Mikey groaned in need. This guy was going to be the end of him, he thought as the same pair of lips pressed against his.
He sucked in a gasp as the boyâs teeth nipped the side of his mouth, teasingly. Mikeyâs hands wandered up the inside of his shirt, his cold hands feeling the warm skin of the guyâs back. Mikey gently sucks at the boyâs lower lip, waiting for them to part before dipping his tongue into the warmth of his mouth as he lets himself explore every inch, giving him a mind numbing sensation.
Suddenly, Mikey wouldnât mind a quick hookup for the night.
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