Truth or Drink

DARE!

I DARE ONE OF YOU TO KISS THE OTHER'S NECK!

Ryan and Brendon:

"Both of us or one of us?"

"Either of you." The cameraman shrugged. Knowing he would have to cut that part out.

"Do you...." Ryan trailed. Rubbing his fingertip on the side of his neck.

"You don't want to do me?"

"It doesn't matter."

"What are you more comfortable with?"

Ryan smirked. "We've tasted every inch of each other. It's not about comfort."

"Oh my gosh! You're going to talk about that again?" He pushed his chair back from the small table, standing up. "I'll just do it. Turn your head."

Ryan turned his head away from the camera. Brendon bent down. Sliding his lips against the sensitive skin. Lingering. Ryan's neck was tingling when he pulled away.

He nearly jumped from his seat when Brendon's mouth pressed against him a second time. And then a third. All quick, warm kisses. Ryan shivered.

"It only said one." He turned to look at him. "That was like-"

The next words were cut off by Brendon taking his mouth. His hands held the sides of Ryan's cheeks. Pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. Managing to stroke his tongue against the roof of his mouth before pulling away.

Ryan's palm shielded his mouth as soon as it was free. Brendon sat back down at his seat. Humming contently to himself.

"That wasn't the dare!" Ryan was still covering his mouth.

"We raised the stakes a bit."

"Maybe I didn't want to."

"You kissed back immediately."

Pete and Patrick:

There was a moment of silence where they just stared at each other. Mutually shocked by the man's request. Well, dare.

"I... don't... think that would be a good idea." Pete chose his words carefully.

"Because of your boyfriend?" The words were said in understanding. Not a hint of bitterness. At least not any that was noticed.

"No no no. He'd be fine with it. It's not that."

"What is it?"

"I don't think it'd be good for us. That's a really intimate kind of kiss. I just don't want to do it and then confuse either of our feeling or whatever."

"That makes sense."

"Is it two shots for dares?" Pete asked. The man behind the camera nodded.

"I'll pour both of ours." Patrick grabbed the bottle.

Tyler and Josh:

"Are you serious?" Josh giggled.

Tyler was just as amused. "Do you want to do me? Or do you want me to do you?"

"Uh, you do me. My lips are hella dry."

"Are you sure?"

"Hurry up before I change my mind and chicken out."

Tyler wasted no time rushing over to his ex boyfriend. He ducked his head to peck the sensitive skin. It was over as quickly as it started. Josh squealed at the contact. He wiped his neck as Tyler stared down at him.

"Was it that terrible?"

"It was nice!" He dismissed Tyler's words with a wave of his hands. "Your lips are just cold."

He licked them. "You taste sweet. Like you sprayed yourself with caramel or something."

"Here," he used two fingers to motion for him to bend again. "Let me do you."

Tyler leaned down so Josh could return the kiss. His was longer but still sort.

"How did it taste?"

"Like you." He laughed.

Sarah and Meagan:

"It's two shots for the dares, right?" Meagan was already pouring her first.

"You're going to pussy out on the first dare?"

"I am not kissing your neck."

"Well let me kiss yours."

"Hell no. God only knows where those lips have been in the last twenty four hours."

"They've been on my fucking face."

"Yeah." She downed it smoothly. "Right."

"I don't want to drink any of that shit." Sarah complained. "It's strong as fuck and I have a sort of low tolerance level."

Meagan filled Sarah's glass and pushed it towards her.