Colors //Lams

Aegean

I was drunk. I was drunk as hell. I was drunk as fuck. Leave me alone, I wanted some good Alexander.

AN: son of le bitch if you haven't guessed that there is a smut warning here then you blind.

I grazed my teeth against Alexander's neck and smirked. I could still taste his sangria tongue on mine. It was so sweet, and so like him.

Alexander coughed, trying to cover the fact that I was totally grinding on him. But no one could care, not in this overly loud bar already filled with the smell of sex. Alexander muffled a moan.

I smiled. "Why'd you cover your pretty mouth?"

"John, you don't know what you're doing. You're drunk, and you're desperate for love because you're hurting,"

"So why can't you love me?"

Alex shivered. I could feel that he was hard. "Because you don't really want this,"

"I'm saying right now that I do," I looked at him with wide eyes.

"N-no. No. You should go to sleep, I'll take you home,"

I growled and pressed forward playfully. "But I want to have fun,"

"We can play charades when we get home, come on," Alexander tried to stand but I wouldn't let him.

"Aw, but Alex,"

It was strange, as I looked at him. Even through my drunken haze I could see that he wanted me, only he wasn't giving in. Any other man in this bar would already have me pinned to the wall, but Alexander was still resisting himself in favor for my...continued friendship, perhaps?

I leaned close to his ear so only he could hear me. "I know you're hard,"

He gulped. "That doesn't change anything. It's time to go home,"

"That's not what you want,"

"It is, however, what you need,"

"Never mind that. Never mind my father. Give me one night,"

Alexander picked me up, holding my legs around his waist while I held his neck. I figured he was going to take me to the bathroom for big fun, but he carried me out the door and threw me in the front seat of his car. I giggled.

Alexander shook his head and bit his lip as he drove fast. He kept his eyes trained on the road. My hand snaked into his lap and worked at his belt.

He batted me away. "Bad John,"

"Shh,"

I palmed him lightly and he involuntarily pushed his hips up. I snickered.

"See, I know what's good for you,"

"You'll hate me in the morning," he said through gritted teeth.

"How could I hate someone like you?"

He turned red and became too distracted to push my hand away as I again reached into his jeans. This time I just rubbed his length, getting tougher as he didn't push me off.

"John, don't do this to yourself,"

I groaned and crawled across the armrest so I was sitting on his lap. "Shut up and drive," I ground into him.

His breathing got much heavier and he broke the speed limit at every intersection. My grinding got harder and I moaned softly as I grabbed his hips.

He huffed and pulled into his driveway, shoving me off and scrambling for the key in his pocket. He dragged me inside and pointed down the hall.

"Go to sleep, second room on the right,"

"Aw," I poured. "I thought I had convinced you,"

"No," Alexander was sweating with the effort of resistance.

"How about I just suck you off?"

"Nope,"

"Handjob?"

"Nada,"

"But daddy,"

"Oh hell no," he said, clearly turned on.

I smirked, having found his weakness. "Daddy, I'll have to touch myself if you won't touch me,"

"What you do with your masturbation is not my business,"

So I stripped to my boxers and started to hump a pillow in front of him, moaning as seductively as possible. He bristled, finally pushing me over on the couch and beginning to suck my erection.

(That paragraph, I swear there's a special spot in hell for me)

It didn't take long for me to release, and I rolled so I was between his legs, my mouth hovering over his zipper. He groaned and feebly rejected me, but I continued to lick and suck at his member. He moaned and writhed, bucking his hips with every groan from me until he came.

I grinned as he panted and glared.

"John, I really hope you don't hate me when you're sober,"

"I won't," I said, curling up to his chest and falling asleep.

Red for beginnings.
Ginger for memories.
Charcoal to light the fuse.
Ivory to seal the fate.
Violet for the fading light.
Cobalt for a quiet promise.
Mulberry to steal the hope.
Sangria for the savior's bed.
Aegean to forge a bond.

AN: wtf am I gaining a conscience? This was kinda hard to write and I did not sign up for morals, someone put them back where they came from.