Band Imagines

First Time Together

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     Dallon sat back in his couch that occupied the majority of his dorm room and pulled out his phone. It may seem unrealistic that he had yet to check his phone since earlier this morning given the fact most people check them every five minutes out of habit and addiction. However, Dallon was more focused on his higher education than his social media accounts or so he tried to believe. In reality, reception and internet were horrible around campus. The only good spots for WiFi seemed to be the cafeteria and dorm rooms. Dallon sometimes wondered if they had done that on purpose.
     He shrugged the thought off and opened his newest text message. It happened to be from his best friend Remington. I'm in your town for a night or two, want to hang out?
     The message seemed innocent enough until the picture attached had loaded. To Dallon's surprise it was Remington only in his boxers. That was an odd picture to send your friend who's a gay male when a request to hang out was made. He was not complaining but certainly was surprised by it.
     He typed out a reply and said it slowly as he did. "I would love to... I'm guessing drinks are involved?"
     The only reason he would suspect there to be any alcohol was the fact Remington had practically sent him a nude picture. Most straight males that he knew never sent anything like that unless they were drunk or trying to figure out their sexuality. Not to mention the fact Remington did not seem like the kind of man to send explicit pictures of himself out.  Within a few minutes another text appeared. For me...? Yes. You? If you'd like.. I have plenty to share ;p

  Dallon laughed softly at the text and shook his head. It was easy to understand which was a sign he wasn't drunk, maybe tipsy. That would end up phenomenally if Remington ended up piss drunk on the first day meeting his best friend.
     They finalized a pick up at Dallon's college in an hour. That gave him a little while to pack for a night or two and to email his professors he may miss a day. Normally he would care since his degree meant so much to him, but he was simply too excited to see Remington. They had talked for years after Dallon found his page on Instagram. Now was his chance to actually meet his best friend who was low-key his crush.
     He had packed all his clothing and walked towards the front of campus. With a duffle bag on his shoulder and a phone in his hand, he waited for Remington to pull up. He wondered what he would be driving, if he was driving at all. Maybe a car, van with a trailer attached, or a bus. All his predictions fell short when a taxi cab pulled to a stop in front of him. Remington waved him in from the window.
     He sighed deeply and got in next to him. "What a ride," he said quietly for Remington. He laughed and directed the driver to the hotel.
     Between Dallon's lack of conversation topics and anxiety with meeting Remington, the cab ride was fairly quiet. Within these moments of quietness, it was confirmed that Remington at least had some alcohol in his system by the scent his breath gave off.
     "I take it you're not driving because you're intoxicated?" he asked curiously.
     Remington looked over at him and chuckled. The shrug he gave as well as the smug grin on his face could be used to answer the question. "I may be a little unfit to drive, but I'm not wasted."
      Dallon laughed and enjoyed the sweet voice Remington had while he spoke. Although, it was every day Dallon got to listen to him sing. Not a day went by where he didn't listen to Palaye Royale.
     As the cab pulled up to the front of the hotel Dallon reached for his wallet to he inside." he laughed.

     They spent the entire time in Remington's room drinking and talking about his tour. Dallon was seated on the floor while Remington sat on the side of the bed with a drink in hand. Dallon watched his hand as they talked, staring at his face every time he took a drink.
     He was told how refreshing it was to calm down and relax with a friend without having to be concerned with his music. After that, Dallon never asked about his music career and instead started a conversation about how he was.
     With a tipsy mind Remington looked over and suggested an activity for them. "What kind of activities do you have in mind?" Dallon asked curiously. There was nothing to do in this city, at least for a regular like Dallon.
     Remington gestured to them as he set down his can. The look on his face displayed that he should have known just by the vague hand movements. Still, Dallon gave a confused look. One that grew more confused as Remington walked over to him and kneeled in front of him. "You're," he began slowly, "into me." He let out a soft sigh and grabbed Dallon's hands gingerly.
     His hands were so unexpectedly soft and warm. Dallon felt his heart race and his breathing slow down with each movement. "And you're..." He smiled sheepishly. "not bad looking yourself." Remington leaned in and laughed softly.
     The alcohol on his breath was the only scent Dallon could smell. He agreed to the lustful act with a smile on his lips. They were both clearly under the influence and not making decisions rationally. Although, it didn't matter to them in that moment.
     Pushed back onto the bed Dallon enjoyed the attention his neck got from the beautiful man named Remington.
     After the night of alcohol and sex Dallon laid on the bed with regret. How could he let this happen? Remington was drunk off his ass and Dallon only barely drunk. He sighed and tried to enjoy the next hours of sleep with his lover?

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