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Miss Molly 1/3
Date: 2011-11-15 04:12 am (UTC)--
When Sebastian agreed to go to yet another shamelessly promoted Ed Banger party, he expected loud music. He expected drunks. He expected Vincent to tag along, as he usually did with the Ed Banger crew. He even expected a couple of people smoking weed, or maybe even on ecstasy.
What he did NOT expect, however, was to show up to half the people in the club rolling on some of the purest MDMA any of them had ever had.
The MDMA came from a friend of a friend of Pedro, he hears later. This friend of a friend (of a Pedro) had slipped in, said his hellos and passed out free pills to anyone who looked even remotely like a musician. (No one ever said dealers had to be smart)
He hears offers for a spare pill more times than he can count, first Vincent (of course), then both of the Justice boys, then Pedro himself, then Vincent again, and so on. He declines, huddling on a couch with a very, very dry martini.
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Four (five?) of said martinis later and he's out on the dance floor with rest of them. He blames the alcohol, and the fact that Thomas and Guy-Manuel showed up and brought him more drinks (so perhaps... six?). Currently he finds himself sandwiched between the rather high boys of Justice, grinding in an entirely out of character way. He notes absently that his face is starting to hurt from grinning, and stretches his jaw. Xavier, at his front, grins and leans around him to call something into Gaspard's ear. Sebastian twists his head around to see what they are saying, but misses Gaspard's reaction except for a knowing smile.
Vincent suddenly sneaks in, between Sebastian and Xavier. Xavier laughs, playfully grinding against Vincent for a moment before he sticks his tongue out and yells "Have fun!" to him and grabs Gaspard to drag him off to god-knows-where.
Sebastian pretty much ignores them, continuing to dance enthusiastically on his own, then with Vincent.
Vincent puts his hands on Sebastian's hips and Sebastian finds he doesn't mind.
Miss Molly 2/3
Date: 2011-11-15 04:14 am (UTC)"Oh, Sebastian! Here you are." Pedro exclaims, rushing him and wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "I was just about to leave, but wanted to say good..." He suddenly stops, leaning over and peering into Sebastian's eyes. "...bye?"
Sebastian looks at him oddly, blinking rapidly as Pedro's face blurs around the edges.
"Sebastian, did you take anything tonight?"
He shakes his head once, then again as he realizes how nice his hair sweeping against his skin feels. When he opens his eyes (when did he close them?) Pedro is grinning madly and trying to suppress his laughter.
"You got... a contact high..."
Sebastian splutters for a moment, then stares into the mirror. His pupils ARE oddly large for the lighting in here... "How does that even work?!" He squeaks, his embarrassment outweighing his supposed high for the moment.
Pedro won't stop laughing except to say "J-just... enjoy it...!", then leaves, his cackling fading until Sebastian is left alone. Alone with his shaky eyes and clammy hands and feet and general sense of well-being, even though he's just found out he is on a drug he didn't even take.
He really needs a cigarette.
-
He's finally made his way outside, and he finally has a cigarette in his hand. He takes a long drag and it's more satisfying than anything he's ever smoked before.
He sits against the wall for what feels like a long while before Vincent comes outside and kneels next to him, grinning.
"Pedro told me you were rolling."
Sebastian sends him a half-hearted glare and Vincent laughs. They're quiet for a moment and Sebastian pulls deep on the cigarette again, each breath better than the last.
He glances over at Vincent again, who is watching him curiously. They're staring at each other, something tangible in the air.
Then there are suddenly lips against his.
No, his lips are against... Vincent's. And he initiated it. And he... is... enjoying it?
Miss Molly 3/3
Date: 2011-11-15 04:16 am (UTC)Vincent suddenly pulls away and Sebastian groans indignantly until the bulge he didn't know had formed in his pants is cupped firmly in Vincent's big hand, at which point he lets out a completely different kind of groan. Sebastian can feel Vincent smiling against his collarbone and he squirms, desire overruling dignity.
He's either really high or Vincent is really fast, because his pants are suddenly on the ground and Vinco's dick is out and oh god he's being lifted against the wall, legs around Vincent's hips and there's pain but then there's inconceivable pleasure and lips and hands and teeth and tongues and...
Oh.
Oh.
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Sebastian's hands are shaking and he wonders how Vincent even has the strength to keep holding him up. There are cool lips on his hot cheeks and he forces his eyes open, and Vincent lowers him down so that his feet are touching the ground again. He doesn't think he's ever been this exhausted or satisfied, for that matter. He's dragging his pants up his legs, ignoring the mess they've made. Vincent is saying something and Sebastian shakes his head, trying to clear out the pounding of blood in his ears.
"Are you okay?'
Vincent looks genuinely concerned; just as spent as Sebastian, but definitely concerned.
Sebastian smiles.
"I need a cigarette."
HOLY-
Date: 2011-11-16 09:34 pm (UTC)Re: HOLY-
Date: 2011-11-17 02:09 pm (UTC)