septiplier one shots

Drunk Dares

Sean's POV

I knew this wasn't a good idea, but we were all so drunk. Besides, it sounded like a great idea to the rest of them, and I didn't want to argue with a whole group of men who were wasted off their asses. I just went along with it.

The biggest problem was that Mark, Bob, Wade, and I all had way too much to drink. Wade had gone out earlier today and bought four cases of beer for us tonight. We had already downed two of them just in the past hour that we've been drinking. It was starting to have a really bad effect on us, too. So bad, that we decided to play a game of drunk truth or dare.

We sat in a circle on the floor in Mark's living room with the cases of beer in the middle so it was easy to access it. We didn't need it to be cold anyway, just as long as we had it to drink. Not that we needed anymore because I know in my opinion, we definitely didn't.

I was sitting beside Mark, Wade was on the other side of Mark, and Bob was sitting beside Wade, so Bob was on the other side of me. We decided to go clockwise, and we had Bob go first.

"O-Okay guys... ummm, MARK! Truth or dare, buddy!" he shouted, obviously not aware of how loud he was. Neither were we, though.

Mark set his bottle of beer that he was drinking down, and looked up with an unsteady smirk on his lips.

"Uh... um I-I want dare..." he trailed off. Wade laughed, and I started chuckling a bit too. Anything can become contagious, especially laughing, when you're as drunk as we were. It's always the alcohol, I'm sure.

"Okay... so, um- Dare, hm... dare, dare- let's see..." Bob tapped his chin and thought about what he was going to make Mark do. He looked like a child while doing so. He suddenly brightened up when he thought of something. He looked like an idiot, and we all burst out laughing.

"Mark, I uh, I dare you to punch W-Wade." he slurred, and Mark started giggling, like he was a little schoolgirl. I don't even know why, but my cheeks began to feel warm, and I'm pretty sure I was blushing. His giggle was oddly adorable.

"Okay! This, uh-" his sentence was cut off when he let out a low burp. Of course, we all thought this was hilarious, so we all began cracking up.

"Oh shit, shut up, you g-guys! Anyways, this will be soooo easy!" he cracked a smile and let out a grunt as he threw his fist near Wade's face, and missed. We all started dying laughing again. Bob laughed so hard this time that he fell over on the ground.

Mark kept on trying to hit Wade, and ended up missing every time. Finally, he gave up and started to fake a pout.

"Okay, so may-maybe it ain't that easy... But! But still, he was... uh, he was m-moving!" he whined, as he picked up his beer bottle and took another swig of it. Wade put a shocked look on his face.

"Me was- me? I! I was not moving! You! You just missed!" he argued with his eyebrows furrowed and a playful frown on his lips. Of course, we burst into another round of laughter. We were so loud, I really hoped the neighbors didn't hear us.

"Okay, okay, OKAY! My turn now! I pick, um, Mark!" Wade declared, as he pointed at Mark with a lot of emphasis.

"What?! I was- I was just picked, though! I mean, I-I thought I was..." he questioned himself, as he gazed down at the floor, another pouty look forming on his face.

"Mark! Mark just... just do it again." I heard myself say. He looked over at me with a big, goofy grin on his face.

God, did I love his smile.

"Okay, okay. Um, I choose dare! Again, again!" he said cheerfully, and Wade let out an evil-sounding laugh. I looked over at Wade with a look of confusion on my face. He just laughed evilly again.

"Mark, you gotta... you gotta uh, k-kiss Jackaboy over there." he slurred in a low tone, as he pointed at me next to Mark. I wasn't even that far away.

Mark immediately spun his head toward me with a surprised look on his face. I knew I had turned a bright red. I gulped and looked down, hoping they wouldn't see it. Bob just laughed, and Wade ended up joining him.

When I looked back up, I saw Mark with his big, brown eyes glued to me. His expression was a confusing one, I had no idea what he was feeling at the moment.

But as Bob and Wade laughed away, Mark kept getting closer and closer to my face until I felt his own warm breath on my lips. He was staring deep into my eyes, I knew he was because I was staring deep into his. I was beyond a nervous wreck by now. Hopefully Bob and Wade were too busy laughing their drunk asses off to even notice.

It's just the alcohol, it's just the alcohol.

I told myself that over and over in my mind as his lips came into contact with mine.

As our lips collided, I felt as if the whole world had disappeared and it was only me and Mark. No Bob, no Wade. No apartment living room, even. Just us, alone, and nothing else.

His soft lips moved in sync with mine, and I loved every second of it. It all was new to me, but it felt so good.

I wasn't paying attention, and I was too far swallowed up in this new feeling, that I didn't even notice Mark's body getting closer to mine. He had scooted over so he could reach my lips, of course, but now he was right up against me. That's when I noticed we were laying on the floor, and he had his arms on either side of my head, and his hands were balled up in fists. His arms were like how they would be if he were in a plank position except his bottom half was gently lying on top of me. He deepened the kiss along with that.

I hadn't even noticed that Bob and Wade had stopped their little laughing fit to watch us. But, I didn't care.

I knew this was all the alcohol's fault, but I couldn't help the fact that finally, the man I had dreamed about every night, had his lips locked with mine.

I ran my hands all over his upper half before I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down closer to me, wanting every inch of him touching me. He didn't give in though, he was in control, so he stayed where he was. I liked that about him. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and I couldn't hide the fact that I was starting to get a little hard. In fact, I already had quite a hard-on from all of this.

"Damn guys..." Bob spoke up quietly, but it was just enough for me to hear.

As much as I didn't want to, I pulled away from Mark, leaving us both gasping for air. I looked over at Bob and Wade, and they sat there staring at us, speechless.

I looked back up at Mark, and noticed his shirt was already half way off. I stifled a little surprised yelp, and blushed immediately. I pulled it back down over his upper body, but not before I observed his abs for just a little bit longer.

Mark smiled and blushed as he watched me do so. He then climbed off of me when I was done, and sat back in his spot on the floor. I sat up and scooted over a tiny bit so I was back in my spot, and looked at the floor with my hands in my lap, not wanting to make eye contact with any of them, and not wanting any of them making eye contact with my boner. I was so embarrassed even though I loved everything about what just happened. I felt their eyes burning into me though, so I gave up and looked up at them. Wade had a smirk on his face as he spoke.

"Remind me to tell anyone new that comes to play drunk truth or dare with us to be warned, because sexual content may be provided." he said confidently, without a single slur in his words. He was recovering a little bit from the beer, but he was still drunk as fuck. Just like the rest of us.

Mark chuckled a bit and looked at him with a smirk on his face as well.

"It was just- just the alcohol, Wade." he said, as he finished off his beer and grabbed a new one from one of the cases in the middle of the circle.

Lets just say that after that night, it wasn't always the alcohol.