Handcuffs:
The party was already packed with people, but it was an adventure Sora was excited for. The music was loud, the night was dark and heavy with heat. An over-abundance of beer. His friend, Kairi, guides him and the other people she decided to take to the party over to more people she knows. They all seem to have connections, greeting each other like friends. Only one seems to give Sora a second glance.
"Dude, where's the beer?"
"Nah, we need fuckin' vodka. The beer sucks," one of the very attractive boys says, grimacing away from his red cups. Although complaining, the teen has drained it.
Sora stayed quiet; this is his first party. He slides in random comments, but nothing serious. He followed them to the keg, getting a full glass. Thirty minutes pass, and he's feeling a little buzzed.
The one that gave him a second glance gives him another look. He's fucking gorgeous, and Sora thought so before the alcohol began talking. Now he just has that extra shot of courage.
"How'd you get those?" the brunet (Sora) asks the teen, pointing to the glowing green and pink lights illuminating his mouth. They shine their colors into the teens silver hair in almost a glittery way. Is his hair color naturally that…silver?
"Just pop one of the balloons from the pool," he says with a smirk. It's barely a smile, a knowing and dangerous one. "If you need help I can pop it for you."
Kairi overheard. Soon, they both of blue lights in their mouths. Sora is on his third beer, and blatantly flirting.
"Riku, where's Roxas?" one of the other girls asks, sounding somewhat concerned. "I need him to take a picture with me."
"Why the fuck would I know?" he replies, shrugging, "Axel is the one usually with him."
"Oh… Well I know he went to the pool."
Namine stumbles into the conversation, drunk off her ass, "Hey! Heeeey, dude, we could go swimming! Lets go look for them hahaha."
Somehow, they all agree this is a good idea. The group sets off to Kairi's car to change; luckily for Sora, he happens to have his swim trunks in her back trunk because he had been invited to swim at her sister's earlier that day. But before he takes a step, something encircled his wrist.
The brunet looks up to see the turquoise eyes staring back at him.
"What am I, your slave?" the brunet desperately hopes that his words aren't slurred.
"Yup," he says, voice deep and alluring. He yanks his wrist with a smirk and Sora jerks in that general direction, wrist hurting immediately. But Sora jerks back and laughs once he gets ahold of himself. Take that, sexy man… Riku was his name right?
Connected, they walk to the car. Is the silverette interested? Sora has been single for way too fucking long. He needs some affection even if it doesn't make a difference. Their hands brush once. Twice. Sora positions his hands in the way that would be simple for the fingers to hug each other, but also in a way the silverette can back off. An invitation, though subtle.
Riku takes his hand. Butterflies erupt in his stomach, his heart skips a beat, and oh my goodness, is he happy. Sora can't even explain why. It's just an amazing feeling that it isn't awkward, it's just there and there isn't any pressure. It almost turns him on. But that's the alcohol.
They end up at the car. "How are we going to take our shirts off?"
"I got it," the silverette says confidently. He begins to take his shirt off and Sora tries not to stare. The brunet clumsily takes his shirt off too. The pants are easy after that. Sora keeps his socks on due to possibly glass and stickers in the grass.
The pool is stupidly cold. They all complain about ball shrinkage, but the girls who get drunker by the minute make up for it by making out and allowing the guys to strip them of tops. Sora isn't particularly paying attention to that. Riku is active in the top-keep-away but it seems more of an amusing game than a ploy to see tits. The silverette is trying to make a scene. Two of the girls start fighting on top of guys shoulders. Riku takes the handcuff off and Sora is suddenly on top of his shoulders. Most would claim the brunet has an advantage being a guy but his strength is pretty equal to theirs.
Sora barely wins. He dismounts and Riku almost instantly handcuffs him again. Feeling brave and cocky, the brunet goes to kiss his cheek. His clumsiness earns him an even more clumsy kiss on the mouth. Mm. Skin, mouth… If he weren't so damn reserved and shy, he'd just go for it and make out with the man. But he isn't that drunk. A couple only a few feet away are entrapped in each other like Sora wants to be; a blonde and a flaming red head. Probably the Roxas and Axel they were looking for. The blondes legs are wrapped around the redhead's waist while hands fly everywhere. Sora leans into the silverette.
He doesn't know where tonight will lead, but he's having too much fun to care.
Eventually they hop out of the freezing pool and all the guys sigh in relief. Sora wants another drink, but he has the feeling they're gone. So many people, not enough booze. But there are better things than alcohol, like the sex-on-a-stick next to him. He decides, very suddenly, to be brave. He decides to wants something, whatever he can get, from this Riku character and its going to happen very, very soon.
The brunet waits until the group splits up a bit, each going on their separate missions. The silverette begins to look for others, but Sora tugs on his wrist towards himself. They bump together, and brilliantly shining turquoise eyes bore into him. Not waiting another second, Sora kisses him, lightly grabbing the hair at the back of Riku's next.
The silverette doesn't even seem to think twice. He kisses back fiercely, pinning Sora's handcuffed wrist behind the brunet's back and using the other to cup Sora's face. Lip-locked, they taste each other and explore with their tongues, fighting for dominance but it's obvious who the victor will be.
The silverette reiterates his control when Sora suddenly finds himself shoved against a wall. He isn't sure where, but he couldn't care less. He can slightly hear girls around them giggly, and he even occasionally sees a camera flash. His arm is starting to hurt though, twisted against his back.
As if he read Sora's mind, Riku makes the handcuffs disappear. Sora takes the opportunity to grab the silverette hips and jerk them towards himself. Riku growls and snakes his hand up Sora's shirt, skin still cold from the pool. The warmth causes Sora to shiver. If the silverette doesn't pick up the pace, Sora will start stripping him of clothes. The brunet fumbles with the man's belt when-
"Sora, Riku!" Kairi calls, "There you two are!" If Sora were any more wasted, he would have killed the redheaded girl. Even the silverette glares at her. But as usual she ignores the look, feigning obliviousness. "Us and the others are looking for Namine. Help us find her so she doesn't kill herself." Sora rolls his eyes. He doesn't even remember what the girl looked like.
Luckily, though, the silverette nods and Kairi walks away. Disappointed settles on Sora, but as soon as he begins to scoot away, a husky voice whispers in his ear, "To be continued."
A/N: Err... sorry if this falls under rated M X3 I don't think it would be but... Anyway.
Thank you guys for all the reviews and follows! I'm sorry I didn't update sooner, I've been fervently trying to update my story-story. But tonight has been dedicated to oneshots, so expect more updates soon!