Party ¦Maylor

October 31st (V)

Brian sipped beer from another can. He wanted to get back the one he drank before dancing with Roger, but the beer dissapeared together with the girl who he gave it to.

The cold wind hit his back. He turned his head to look at the houses from the neighborhood. It was already three hours deep into the party and not a single noise complaint.

Yeah, not a single romantic interaction with Roger either, thought Brian.

He was frustrated. This night was supposed to be magical and there he was, drinking alone, sitting on the so called windowsill of the so called window. On the ground floor beside Brian there was only one guy sleeping in the corner of the room, covered with two coats. Brian only knew the bloke was alive because he was snoring and coughing. Part of people left already and the rest was high in the basement.

God, what a hobos.

"Chris looks hot." the familiar raspy voice startled him out of his track of thoughts. Brian turned his head back into the room and smiled at the blond sitting next to him. The cold bricks of the 'windowsill' were hard, but soothing to their aching butts.

"He does." sighed Brian, looking down. Roger used this moment to fish the cigarette pack out of his pocket. "And to think I chose you over him."

Roger let out a whine-like sound with a cig already between his lips. Brian looked at him just for a mere seconds and pulled the stick out of Roger's mouth, throwing it out of the window. The blond didn't react, he pulled another cig out of the pack and put it between his pink lips. Brian reached his hand to repeat his action but Roger grasped his wrist mid way.

"Do it and you will be the next thing thrown out of this window." he growled, aggressively throwing Brian's hand. The brunet sighed, his sad eyes watching as Roger took out the lighter.

"Don't smoke." he furrowed his eyebrows, trying to make himself look and sound stricter.

"Please, just this one. It's a party and after all, you never say anything when I smoke joints with the boys." Roger looked Brian straight in the eye while lighting up the cigarette. Brian looked down at his beer can and sighed.

"Alright, just this once." he took a sip of his drink and Roger let out that first satisfying cloud of smoke. The smell irritated Brian's nostrils and the thought came to his head. "And I don't say anything about you smoking weed because weed smells nice, cigs don't. I also think weed tastes better than cigs."

With that conclusion he took a huge sip of the beer and looked at the guy sleeping in the corner. He clenched his butt muscles and a bitter smile appeared on his face, it all hurt like hell after doing the twist.

"Why do you care about the taste so much?" Roger smiled, looking at Brian even though he wasn't looking back at him. Roger's smile grew bigger when the boy shook his head with a quiet chuckle.

"Fuck off." Brian still had his eyes glued to the sleeping guy. It wasn't exactly like he imagined that evening to be. Not that it was bad now, no. Just that spark was missing.

He felt a ligh tap on his shoulder and turned his head towards Roger. He wasn't even fully facing his friend when his lips met with the blond's ones. The impuls closed Brian's eyes and made his hand clench around the can, the metal dipping under his fingers.

As soon as Roger had enough access to Brian's mouth, he breathed out the cigarette smoke, pushing it in between their dancing tongues.

Brian sensed Roger smiling into the kiss and at the same time felt the cigarette smoke burning his throat slightly. His eyes shot open, instantly becoming big. Roger didn't even mind being pushed off, because he finally achieved what he's wanted.
Brian turned away, coughing. When he smoked weed he wasn't that irritated, now Roger just caught him off guard.