Ship Happens

Silver's Sinful Regret

"Y'know?" Silver slurred as he pointed to Quentin, a bottle in his hand while the other was against the wall he was standing by and supporting him. "You're actually a really, really hot guy, Quentin."

Quentin, who obviously wasn't half as drunk as Silver, looked at the red eyed male with wide eyes, unsure of what to think of that. Never has Silver given him a compliment like that. "R-really?"

"Yes really," Silver said. His hand slipped from the wall but he quickly managed to stand up straight and not hit the floor. "You're really damn hot."

"I-what...?" Quentin was more confused at this point, obviously aware of the fact that Silver was only saying this because of how intoxicated he was but he couldn't help but to enjoy the words. Silver began to stumble towards the greenish blue haired male. He dropped the empty bottle on the floor and just about tripped himself.

Silver fell toward Quentin, but the golden eyed male caught him before he, again, fell to the floor. Silver laughed a little and looked Quentin in the eyes as he wrapped his arms around him.

Normally, Silver is an emotional drunk, but he was so far past that. It was almost to the point where he might be aware of what he is doing. Maybe.

Quentin was just shocked by Silver hugging him, but he didn't know what to do or where this was going. Silver kept one arm around Quentin while the other hand trailed up the male's side, then up his neck, then into the boy and green hair. Silver smirked at Quentin's confusion before he pulled his face towards his and pushed his lips against his own.

Quentin's eyes went wider than they already were. He was so taken back by this, he had no idea what to think about this. But there was no way in hell he was going to pass this up, so he kissed his friend back, running his hair through Silver's soft black and white hair.

The kiss was rough, not loving in any way but it was sure something. Silver pulled back, breathing heavily, but loving the red on Quentin's face. "Damn I want you," he breathed, drawing more confusion from Quentin.

Silver placed his hands on the male's chest and pushed him down onto the bed that was behind them. Before Quentin could do anything, he climbed on top of him and continued the rough kiss they had before. Silver forced his tongue into Quentin's mouth, and the first thing that ran through Quentin's mind from this was wow he tastes like alcohol. Quentin fought against Silvesteren, but of course the man on top won the battle.

Silver pulled away from the kiss and pulled off the jacket of hit uniform and tossed it to the floor, then took off Quentin's jacket as well. Right after that, he began to work the straps of the uniform, and in no time at all they were off of the male. Silver didn't waste any time after that to rip off Quentin's shirt, smirking at his toned chest and stomach. Silver leaned down and began attacking Quentin's neck, looking for the spot that drew the most noise from him. That didn't take too long to find, and when he found it, he started sucking and biting on it, leaving behind a dark mark.

Silver didn't move too far, he just kissing his collar bone, but slowly trailed his hands down his stomach and too the clothed area between Quentin's legs, drawing a low moan from him in the process. Silver smirked against Quentin's collarbone and kept teasing him, putting pressure against him and slowly moving his hands against him.

Quentin felt a little gutsy, so he grabbed his drunk friend and rolled the two of them, putting him on top. He ignored Silver's narrowed eyes as he held him down on the bed by his shoulders. He kissed Silver, not roughly but more passionately. As they kissed, the golden eyed male undid Silver's wraps and pulled them off of his chest. He parted the kiss to pull the white shirt off his friend, but resumed it the second it was over his head. He threw it carelessly to the floor as he then went for the pants next. He removed the skintight pants, but not the boxers.