69.) "When you do it yourself, do you think of me…?" MunchingUniverse, suggested by: Alis Flores or AlisFlores69 (Sexual)

Someone hiccupping it what caused an outbreak of laughter. I took another sip of my drink, laughing lightly as my face flushes for no reason other than me being slightly drunk. I hiccup as well.

"Let's," Jerome pauses, having to regain his bearings as he laughs, spilling a bit of his drink on the floor as Adam shoves him just a bit. "Let's play truth or dare!" He determines, leaning against Mitch, both of their faces flushed.

"I dare," Mitch starts out of nowhere. Mitch gives Jerome a little shove away, pointing over towards Jason. "I dare Jason to," Mitch hiccups, giggling. "To get Tyler off in front of us all." Jason hiccups. The dare sobers my mental state up really quickly, and I glare at Mitch. Jason motions back towards Mitch.

"Or what?" Jason asks before hiccupping again, drunk out of his mind as a smile graces his lips. Mitch points towards Jason again.

"Or I may just," Mitch takes another swig of his drink. "I may just fuck your tight ass."

"I'm not comfortable with this." I announce, still glaring at Mitch. Everyone looks at me with these eerily cocky smiles.

"Then," Jason hiccups, beginning to crawl towards me. "I guess your dare," Jason pauses to take a sip of Ty's drink, of which he steals from Ty's hand. "Is to watch Mitch fuck me senseless." Jason stops once he's in front of me, this lustful glint in his eyes as he smirks. "Or would you rather it be you driving me crazy?" Jason crawls into my lap and I lean away partially, placing my hands behind me palm down on the ground to support our combined weight. Not that Jason weighs a lot. He's small. "Because I bet Mitch can make me scream." Jason wraps his arms around my neck, his lips hovering near mine. I take a deep breath as Jason begins to knee my crotch, closing my eyes and looking away from him. "You're a big boy," Jason whispers. "But I can handle you just fine, now can't I?"

"Jason-."

"Haven't I before?" Jason removes his arms from my neck and brings his hands to my pants, one slipping into them and gripping at my length. I'm already starting to perk up. Jason licks at his lips, that lust still present though he must have some recognition of what he's doing... right?

"Are you sure about this?" My face flushes.

"Is my big boy scared?" Jason's free hand finds my chin, turning my face so that I'm staring at him. Everyone behind him is grinning, staring, silently laughing. "Do you want me to stop?" Before I can answer, Jason brings his lips to my cheek, breath warm and smelling of liquor. And he licks my cheek, hand loosening from around me as he begins to giggle, looking away with a hiccup, cheeks turning red. He's totally drunk… "Is my big boy too shy?" Jason's voice turns somewhat into a childish, teasing tone, hand firmly wrapping around me once more and beginning to slowly pump my length. I look down towards my lap, eyes closed as Jason moves his mouth to my ear. "Are you too shy for this?" He whispers, breath tickling my neck, and in response my head turns to the right.

"Maybe?" Jason hums quietly as his lips trail down the left side of my neck, dragging kisses along with him until deciding to latch on and begin sucking. I exhale shakily. As Jason continues, I open my eyes and glance around, but many of them have already lost interest. Drunk, horny, and full of lust it seems everyone's doing something now. From how close everyone else has gotten to one another, it's almost like this party has turned into a group orgy. Ugh.

"There we go, happy, now aren't we?" Jason murmurs into my ear as the sound of his voice sends a shiver down my spine, my face already flushed beyond belief. Jason moves his head away from mine and releases his grip of my length, my pants tight and fairly uncomfortable by this point. "Let's remove these, shall we?"

"Are we really doing this?" I breathe out as he unzips my pants. Jason lifts himself up slightly to pull my pants down, his own member standing proudly beneath his own clothing articles.

"Why shouldn't we have fun?" Jason asks, and he wastes no time in removing my boxers. Jason's eyes find my own once again, and he slowly crawls over top of me as I lay back, arms too shaky to support our weight. His hand returning to its earlier position, he begins to lightly dust his fingers against the underside of my member, one arm positioned next to and beneath my head as his face hovers over mine. "When you do it yourself, do you think of me?" Jason asks. I do think of him, and evidently my silence is confirmation because Jason chuckles, crawling off of me again, though not fully. He stops when his hands are on either side of my hips. He licks his lips again before consuming me.

The feeling of his warm, wet mouth around my heated flesh is blissfully wonderful. He bobs his head, once, twice, then swallows around me before trailing his lips up to the tip and proceeding to drag them down the side of my length. The built-up pleasure is torturous. Jason doesn't spend long licking me from base to tip, and soon stands up, beginning to undress. No one has anything on anymore, as all of us are dressed in lounge around clothing and to me that's only dressing from the waist down. For Jason, that's a pair of boxer-shorts and an oversized t-shirt. It's my t-shirt, or… it was, until he stole it. Jason removes his boxers, not bothering with the shirt as he crawls back over me.

"Do you want prep?" I ask, trying to stay conscious of the situation.

"I want it rough Tyler." It takes a second for what Jason said to register, and by the time it does I could care less. Jason's (somehow still) tight ass taking my length as he lowers himself onto it draws a groan from me and erases all other thoughts. Jason's panting already.

"You want it rough?" Jason nods fiercely, eyes seeming to sober up just slightly. The game forgotten, the others having their own fun, we begin to have ours. I change our positions, Jason stomach down on the floor as I run a hand along his back, pulling off his shirt as I do, giving him the moment to register our new position. A shiver runs up his back soon, Jason giving a childish whine as I remain still.

"Are you going to fuck me or not?" Jason reaches for his own member, but I don't give him to opportunity to pleasure himself, beginning to move. Jason's noise is pleasant.

It's even more pleasant when my caution leaves.

I hold onto his love handles, holding him in place; Jason's voice catching in his throat with each quick, deep movement I make. His panting, the hoarse noises, his fingers clawing at the ground as I give him a pleasantly torturous hell. My mouth cascades down his flushing skin, marking him, sucking it red, leaving bite marks and bruises behind as our foul play continues. The feeling of him, around me with each movement, is a blessing I never want to take for granted. Because I do think of him- but I don't see him as a sex item. I think of him all the time. I can't ever get him out of my mind. I love him so much.

I wouldn't have it any other way.

Jason gasps, shivers running up and back down his spine, a cry managing to leave his lips though the others don't notice, too busy yelling profanity, too drunk to clearly see us. Jason and I remain in our little world, our small taste of pleasure.

Jason moves one of his hands back, finding mine at his hip, and I move my hand to support my weight by his head, allowing him to grip my wrist and bruise my skin as the pleasure builds. My mouth finds his neck, his ear, his jaw, trailing kisses as we pant and play. Jason's face pink, the both of us sweating off whatever fat cells might be lingering in our bodies, it's hard for me not to think of our first time, our first kiss, our first everything. Jason has always been beautifully brilliant, small but clever, and all the same adorably cute. To have him in my grasp, to make him feel on a whole new spectrum, is a fucking blessing.

"Tyler," Jason suddenly pants, and I slow myself to a stop as I always do when he signals me, panting in his ear. Jason turns over carefully, back to the floor as his lips lock with mine. "Tyler," Jason calls again, arms moving around my neck, his kisses trailing along my jawline. I begin to move again, Jason situated as he gives a high-pitched moan from his sensitivity in this moment, gripping at me more tightly, his fingers clawing into my back, surely leaving marks, potential bruises- even still, I cherish them. I want to cherish everything of Jason.

I lock our lips, once again continuing to satisfy Jason's request of roughness as he lingers toward release. Jason always wants to face me with his release. He doesn't care for whatever position we have our fun in but for our ending he always wants to see my face, for me to see his.

"It's silly," he told me a few years back. "But, when I see your face, I… I feel so confident, knowing I can cause that look, that pleasure, and I… I don't ever want to miss it." His confession was followed by his adorably flustered blushing. "Is that a-alright?"

"Tyler," Jason's confession always comes to mind when we're here. I always remember that look on his face. I always see that teary-eyed boy who was beyond happy when I understood his reasoning- when I accepted that. I've always loved that reasoning. "Tyler!" Jason pants again, and I lock his lips with mine. Jason's hands move to my hair, holding me closer as he moans, hips rocking, hands tugging, back arching.

"I love you." I pant, and he moans again. My lips move to his neck, kissing his warm skin as he shivers, and soon he reaches his climax, and in a few minutes more I reach my own. We still, sweaty but not exactly gross. The others are making noise as well, still having fun, but even so our little world is filled with a quiet bliss as we ignore them, ignore the sound, and simply watch each other. I close my eyes though, tired and still technically drunk, placing my forehead against his.

"I," Jason starts, trying to catch his breath still. "I love me too."

"Fuck you."

"You just did." I laugh softly, and Jason locks our lips again as I change our positions once more. Jason lays on top of me, our bodies seemingly melted together, our kiss soft, Jason's lips swollen just slightly. "I love you." Jason mumbles. "God, how I love you." I hum, pleased, our kiss ending as Jason still paces his breathing, staring down at me, his hands in my hair.

"I love you too." I run a hand along his bare back, Jason relaxing into my touch, laying down on top of me. "Do you want to go to bed?"

"No," Jason mumbles, and yawns. "I just want to stay here."

"On the hard floor?"

"Correction, I'm on your hard abs and chest, not the floor. And I'm rather comfy so I don't want to move." I roll my eyes but the drowsy feel starts to become overwhelming, and I yawn, Jason yawning in reply. "I love you…" He mumbles again.

"I love you more."

"Impossible." We drift off to sleep shortly after, oblivious to the noise, the smells and the profanity taking place not too far away.

~Third Person~

The small sorcerer fumbles with the house key as the blonde-haired human lab-monkey (and boyfriend) grins with amusement.

"Need-?"

"No!" Seto interrupts, face getting pink. "I can handle the door just fine."

"Should I be jealous?" Brice teases the older (though smaller) male.

"Yeah, you should be, because unlike you the door knows how to slam into me." Brice flushes red with embarrassment as Seto glances to him, and the sorcerer laughs loudly, then sticks out his tongue. Brice makes a face.

"Well, I-!"

"AHA!" Seto interrupts with a cheer, managing to get the door unlocked. He throws the door wide open and quickly goes inside. "I'm ba- I'M LEAVING!" Seto darts back out of the house, face a flustered pink, eyes wide. Brice, curious, darts inside as Seto warns him that it's dangerous. And Brice begins to laugh when he sees everyone, on the floor, naked. The smell of sex is pungent, and Seto's reaction only makes the situation even more hysterical for the blonde-haired boy.

It's hard to tell exactly what went on, but the alcohol involved in it is evident. Due to how closely everyone is bunched up though it's hard to tell just exactly who did who. The only thing clear to both the sorcerer and the blondie is that Tyler and Jason had no part of the "orgy" that took place, rather secluded and wrapped up with blankets, both smiling in their blissful slumber.

"I think it's cute."

"IT ISN'T CUTE IT'S GROSS I DON'T WANT TO SEE ALL OF THAT!"

"So, you're the faithful type then?" The blondie asks. The sorcerer looks offended.

"Of course! I've always been faithful, Brice!"

"Then tell your door-friend to fuck off." And with that the blondie begins to traverse the orgy, hoping to reach the hallway without drowning in a sea of sexual activity.


":| didn't even have to read this but I could already tell by the reviews and story name that I'm gonna go drink a couple bottles of bleach right now"

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