chapter one - memorize me
What a lovely little buzz, Axel thinks to himself as he nurses his third tumbler of vodka. The party is boring: not enough drinks and too much pot; the people are dead on their asses, and the most interesting thing bounding around the lazy limbs of the stoned crowd is the metallic pink blob currently licking the wall. Someone had ground a smidge of coke into his soda earlier that evening.
Axel takes another sip, swirling the alcohol around in his cheeks. "What a shitty brand."
His words are loud and startling enough to make the person jump into the wall. Maybe it was more than a smidge.
The speck, now engaged, bounds over the couch. The man is anything but graceful: he stumbles about like some blown-out car, lurching and choking its way up an incline. Turns out the guy isn't metal either, just pale with hair like melted silver.
Without an introduction, he begins to titter about something that Axel doesn't care to hear. First time users are always so strange and chatty.
"—sex—"
Axel mutters out a "no", or maybe he agreed because there are hands on his bones, touching anorexia, pulling him close and kissing him quick as they tumble to the floor in a heap. People adjust their legs.
"What's your name?" His hands are clammy on Axel's hot, flushed skin.
"Axel."
"Riku, got it memorized?"
"Yea,"Axel mumbles, shelling off his boxers. Riku's already naked—isn't it quaint, he's silver all the way down—was he ever wearing clothes?
"Where's my vodka? I'm not drunk enough." Axel wants to call out to his liquor, even though Riku's chest is flat against his back as he shifts himself deep inside. The kid's not much for preparation.
Mercury flows down his shoulders—how strange that Riku likes it close when he's so indescribably cold to touch—and down Axel's popping vertebrae. It's a waterfall of sex and hair and Axel is simply fascinated with the feel of Riku's lean cock as it pumps him through for God-knows-how-long on that mold-wet floor.
Time wasn't mixed in his drink.
The first rumbling chords of Axel's climax string him higher and tighter and room's spinning so nicely but Riku is simply too busy /devouring/ him to notice.
They're both just sweaty animals in fucking heat, ready to die in someone else's arms.
To Be Continued...
if you like it, i'll continue it.
points for description translation; even more if you do it with an awkward, word-by-word online translator. knowing what "CLM" stands for will only make me wonder if you've been sloshing around in my brain-juices—but do take your guesses.
Dedicated to: Rosalyn Angel
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