Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon or LPA. These are just drabbles I come up with based on roleplays on Tumblr etc.

Once again left to his devices, Silver had climbed up onto the roof and had sat there for a while. The noise from the dorm room was deafening with Gold hosting another party. After the 17th Birthday party, Silver was sure that he wouldn't step foot in there unless everyone was either wasted, kicked out, or no longer screaming and shrieking. It was surprising that no one had filed a noise complaint so far.

"Hey Silv-ey~"

Gold was crawling out the window towards him. It was obvious that someone had snuck in some alcohol and it was extremely obvious that the host had consumed most of it. He raised an incredulous eyebrow as the black-haired delinquent staggered over to him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"I'm just," Gold tripped backwards and landed sideways in Silver's lap, "out…fer a walk."

"On the roof?"

The suave womanizer (emphasis on the woman) grinned sleazily up at him. "Eeeeeyup. I'm," he held up a finger to say something but ended up staring stupidly into space. After a few minutes, he giggled and continued, "I'm looking fer a girrrll."

Silver glared down at the wasted person before him. "Then you're definitely in the wrong place."

He was about to push him off his lap and preferably over the edge when Gold started to play with strands of his red hair. Silver paused and looked down questioningly.

"Y'know…" his amber eyes gazed at the locks he twirled between his fingers, "You…you could totally pass as a chick."

The redhead stiffened. Now he was really going to push him off. But any train of coherent thought was broken as Gold moved himself into a straddling position. He cupped Silver's face into his hands and eyed him with a smirk on his lips.

"And your face…" he leaned so close that Silver had to move back, eventually laying down on the surface of the roof with Gold leering down at him. "Skin…is really," Gold caressed the flushed cheeks with surprising gentleness, "soft."

Silver's eyes widened as Gold bent closer, his lips getting way too close to his. With eyes shut tightly and his face bright red, he stopped the other boy before he could get any closer.

"S—stop." He couldn't see Gold's face but he continued anyway, "You're as straight as you can get and you have girls falling all over you. I don't know why you're up here—messing with me, my feelings, my, my sense of self?! But I'm not the person for you. I'm sure you're just drunk and you don't know what you're doing and I'm," he took a breath, "I'm just not ready, and I'm sure you're not even close to where I am right now."

All he heard was silence on the receiving end. He opened his eyes hesitantly and looked up. Jesus, he just hated being this vulnerable. He was supposed to be a fucking soul-less creature. Not some whiny love-sick person who was sexually frustrated.

"So…"

Gold bent toward Silver's ear and whispered, "I'll do this just once…and I won't bother you again." He moved back to look at Silver. For a brief minute they locked eyes, sun blazing at the moon.

And for a moment, their lips were just hovered millimeters away from each other. He could feel Gold's warm breath fanning over his face. At last, Silver nodded and shut his eyes. God, it was as if he was losing his virginity.

His next thought flew out the figurative window as he felt a soft pressure on his mouth. Gold's lips glided effortlessly over his, their breaths mingling. Silver couldn't help but gasp, and the cocky teen took that opportunity to slip in his tongue. It was warm and moved around as if it were trying to map out every detail of his mouth.

The redhead kept his eyes closed. This was too good to be true and with his luck, it would turn out to just be a dream. But the panting, the feeling of their bodies close together, Gold's fingers tangling themselves in his hair, the noises of their grunts and whimpers were too real to call the work of the subconscious mind.

They parted their lips with a smack and both teens just faced each other, inhaling as much oxygen as they could. His hearted thumped excitedly inside of his chest as he swallowed in air. Never had he realized that this would definitely be something he would replace for breathing.

Without another word, Gold gave a brushed aside Silver's bangs, left a quick kiss on his forehead, and went back through window. Choruses of voices could be heard complaining about his sudden disappearance, laughing at the crash that just happened, and screeching along with the songs that blared from the speakers.

But during that tender peck, Silver doubted if Gold was really drunk at all. That punk was in the drama class after all.

Note: Forgive me I know these aren't that long, but when I'm in that mood, I just have to write things down.