All The Ways We Touch [MxM]

thirty-four - the halloween party pt. two

After another few minutes, the doors finally opened, and out walked Elliot, a slight look of panic on his face when he couldn't immediately spot Jamison.

Jamison waved to get his attention, smiling reassuringly. "I'm okay," he said when Elliot met him. "The crowd in the hallway was just a little too aggressive for a sensory freak like me."

"I shouldn't have left you," he frowned, reaching out and grabbing Jamison's free hand. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Jamison said and then looked around. "So, shall we head out towards the pool? See if they're still back there?"

Nodding, Elliot began to lead him through the crowd, Jamison following in his wake to avoid as much touching as possible. He'd get a drink later. To avoid prolonging his time with Duncan, he'd declined the drink he'd offered.

When they got outside, Jamison blinked at the sight of people swimming and of a massive tent on the back lawn, the source of the music. Like out front, the backyard had been turned into a graveyard but instead of trying to scare the guests, there were dancers, fire breathers, and acrobats to entertain and hype up the crowd. Some DJ was playing dance music as a light show went off on the ceiling of the tent.

People lingered all over the backyard, chatting, dancing, drinking, and smoking. Some were making out, others making a move, but all seemed to be having fun.

"Wow," he whispered, almost in disbelief at how much was going on. Duncan had gone all out and everyone was having a blast so why shouldn't he?

Elliot was less impressed as this was fairly normal for a rich person's party, but he didn't want to ruin Jamison's excitement and kept his thoughts to himself when he saw the look on his face.

Seeing as the crowds were so thick, trying to find the group was a slow process. Even being taller than average wasn't enough to stop them from needing to methodically move through the attendees, both heads swiveling back and forth for any sign of them.

It was a solid ten minutes before Elliot spotted Jack, who was dressed in a toga and laurel wreath, and he pulled Jamison along over to him.

"HEY!" Jack yelled, a little too loudly, and gripped Elliot in a hug. "Oh, man, I've missed you this whole time!"

"We've only been here for like forty-five minutes," Vera said, walking up behind him and rolling her eyes. "But Jack thought it'd be fun to roll as soon as we arrived." Like him, she was also dressed in a toga and laurel wreath, though she looked much more regal. Fortunately, the dense crowd was making it warmer but Jamison had no clue how she was coping with the cold without much clothes on.

"Roll?" Jamison looked at both Elliot and Vera, unsure what that meant.

"MDMA," Elliot answered then realized that Jamison likely had little knowledge of drugs. "He's on ecstasy. It's a party drug."

Jamison simply nodded. He'd heard of it but knew nothing about it.

"Can I hug you, man? I just know it would feel so good," Jack said, letting go of Elliot and turning to Jamison.

Elliot stepped in between them and shook his head. "No, Jack," he said. Even if Jamison was open to it, he was too jealous at the thought of Jack getting to hug Jamison before him. "Where's everyone else? I'm sure they'd like hugs."

Jamison looked at Vera, who seemed less annoyed than he'd expected for how high Jack seemed and gave her a smile. "Are you, uh, rolling, too?"

Jack turned and grabbed Vera, hugging her from the side.

"No, I took a strong edible," she said. "That way I can look after him. Not that it'll be too much of a problem unless he gets bored of me. Otherwise, he's probably gonna be all over me all night."