AfterHours - Skephalo

Chapter 4

TW: Alcohol, Underaged Drinking, Smut-ish

Zak

I ran around the house, looking for my friends. I was so focused on everyone, I didn't watch where I was going and ran into something. I stumbled backward, my drink spilling onto the ground.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry-"

I looked up from the ground and looked at the taller male in front of me. He had messy brown-blondish hair, and I studied his face. He had soft freckles dotted across his face and bright green eyes that I couldn't seem to look away from.

I felt my face getting warm, and my stomach got all tingly- What was this feeling-

"This is embarrassing." He muttered as he rubbed the back of his neck.

I heard little bells and looked at his outfit. He was wearing a simple black and red hoodie, dark blue jeans, and- cat ears?

It was honestly nothing compared to what I was wearing- but still quite odd.

"Why are you wearing cat ears?" I laughed, stroking my hand through my hair.

"Yeah. It was a dare from my friends." He sighed, taking the cat ears off his head.

I bent down and grabbed my cup that had fallen, grabbing his thigh for support as I bent down. I then stood back up and threw the cup into the trashcan next to us. He looked me up and down before his face flushed red, and he looked away quickly.

"Would you like to get a drink with me?" I asked, grabbing his hand.

"I don't drink."

"Pleaseeee?" I whined, pulling his hand.

He smiled.

"Fine, whatever, just one."

He took the white cat ears and put them on my head before dragging him to the kitchen.

I waved hello to Dave before grabbing two drinks off the table and handing one to the guy. I then dragged him out of the kitchen and to the living room on the other side of the house. I sat him down on an armchair and sat on his lap, throwing my legs over one of the armrests. I sipped my drink and checked him out from behind the cup. His face was completely red as he swished the drink around in the cup before taking a sip. I pulled the cup away from my face and set it in between my thighs.

"It's Zak, by the way." I said as I laid my arm over his shoulder.

"Darryl." He said, taking another sip.

I couldn't decide whether I should just play with him and leave, or keep him for a while. We talked for like an hour, just sitting in the chair, drinking our drinks. When we finished them, I went back to Dave and got more. I definitely wasn't planning to drink this much, but I was having too much fun. I walked back to Darryl and hopped right back into his lap, handing him his third drink. I settled into his lap and took a long sip from mine. Darryl was definitely getting tipsy. I knew from when I first saw him before he even told me, that he didn't drink. My guess is he came to support his friends, which were the ones who gave him the cat ears that were now jingling on my head.

I glanced up and looked at Darryl, who was looking at me.

"I gotta tell you... you look incredibly hot." His words were slurred together as he ran a finger down my chest. I ran my fingers on the side of his face and then through his hair, pulling it out of his face.

"You don't look too bad yourself." I grinned.

Usually, I would have taken him to a bedroom and left a while ago. But there was just something about Darryl that made me stay.

I ran my hand through his hair, staring into those beautiful emerald eyes of his. I listened to the music and yelling from the other room. I wasn't worried about the rest of the party anymore. I was just worried about getting my lips on Darryls. I finished off my sixth drink and then stood up and dragged Darryl by his hand upstairs to a more private spot.

I shut the door and locked it behind me. I yanked my shoes off and threw them near the door, keeping my thigh-high socks on. Darryl did the same, and I then shoved him onto the bed. I sat on his chest and bit my lip, looking down at him. I then leaned down and shoved my lips into his. Our breaths huffed into each other's mouths, and we grabbed onto each other, attempting to pull ourselves closer. I gasped for air, breathing heavily across his face. I trailed kisses down his neck, leaving little marks all over.