『「rendezvous」』

「』chapter 2 『」

「『boy just pick the time, i'm down i always do』」

『johnny's pov』

i knew i probably shouldn't drink, but it was a party, so why not? i mean, i was a lightweight and was still a little suspicious of ten, even though he had turned out to be a pretty chill dude, from what i'd seen. my parents has drilled into me that strangers offering drinks led to drugging and rape. that was a good overall moral, but i honestly didn't think ten would drug and rape me. who would want to anyways? ew.

ten returned five minutes later, holding two red cups of alcoholic drinks. he handed one to me before sitting back down. the colorful lights from the pool flickered through the little window, painting ten's face in a kaleidoscope of colors. i took this moment to analyze the other boy. he had strong but soft cheekbones, sharp almond eyes, a pert little nose, a sharp jaw, and a delicate petal pink mouth. he was pretty damn cute if i was being honest.

ten had downed his drink before i had even gotten halfway through mine. i was already feeling tipsy, being the stupid lightweight i was.

"you want me to finish that for you?" he inquired over the rim of his solo cup.

"nah." i tipped the rest of my cup's contents into my mouth, wrinkling my nose at the burn of the vodka leaving an acrid trail down the back of my throat.

"jeez ten, how could you drink that so fast?"

"i dunno. used to it i guess."

"hm."

ten studied him before declaring, "you're a lightweight aren't you johnny."

"uh, yea. how did you know?" hmm, suspicious.

"been around a lot of drunk people. i just know."

"i see." that made sense. kind of.

i was actually pretty tipsy, even though i had only drank a cup full of diluted alcohol. ten, on the other hand, still seemed sober, if a bit rosy cheeked.

"you want some beer? i saw some on the drink table."

"sure." i probably shouldn't, but oh well. it was spring break anyways.

and this johnny boi was drunk, two bottles of beer later.

《third person pov》

ten was kinda drunk too, but not as drunk as johnny, who was bordering on shitfaced.

"ok buddy, no more beer for you."

"but theeres sTilll moOre."

"you're fucking drunk dude."

"teeeeen, you're the -hic- one whooo got meeee drunk."

"no i didn't."

"LIES." he vehemently declared. "yoooou got the beeeer man..."

ten shook his head. johnny really didn't hold his alcohol well.

"heey ten?"

"yea johnny?"

"my mom said that if you get drunk, you could get -hic- raped. you won't rape me will youu?"

"no dumbass. that shit's inhumane. besides, if both parties are willing, then it's not rape."

"are you sayinggg that if i wanted to have seeex with you, then it's not rape?"

"uh, nope." where was he going with this, ten wondered.

"and if you wanted to have sex with meee?" oh jesus.

"that wouldn't be rape johnny. only if one of us didn't want it."

johnny had moved closer to ten while they were talking, focusing on ten's lips as they moved.

why was ten so hot?

that was the only clear thought going through johnny's drunk head at the moment.

ten looked over at johnny seeing how close they were. ten was really tipsy, and was thinking about how cute johnny looked, messy haired and red cheeked. johnny's lips were pushed an unintentional pout, enhancing his natural puffy lips.

jesus, they looked soft.

before either of them could form rational thoughts, they leaned in, connecting their lips in a closed mouthed kiss.

「ten's pov」

after a few seconds, i pullted away, fully absorbing what exactly we were doing. johnny's eyes were slightly unfocused, his soft mouth — i was right, it was very soft —

"whhyy'd you stoopp?"

"we're drunk," i tried to edge away from him, with little success. there was a stack of garden pots on my right and johnny on my left.

"so?"

at that, johnny leaned back in, smashing our alcohol-laced mouths together. his hand reached up and rested on my arm before trailing up and around my neck. god, i realized, he was a good kisser, even drunk. after a brief, intoxicated self debate, i leaned into the kiss, angling my head better. i tasted the liquor on both of our lips, whiskey and vodka and the sweetness of his mouth.

our lips moved slightly sloppily in sync, me unconsciously leaning back and johnny slowly leaning forward. i lightly gasped as my back hit the wall behind me, johnny using this as an opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth.

his. fucking. tongue.

i wondered how good of a kisser he was sober if he was more than decent drunk. i would look into that later i decided.

a small moan escaped my mouth as he ran his tongue around mine, before nibbling my bottom lip. one of his hands found its way to my hair, pulling my face closer to his, the other bracing himself on the wall behind me. i was aware of him basically climbing on top of me, hovering his body over mine and straddling my... pelvis.

it just escalated from there, my mind turning fuzzy from both lack of oxygen, alcohol, and pleasure as we continued. we didn't do the dirty, but had gotten pretty close.

moans echoed, hands and mouths roamed, hickeys appeared, and some gardening tools had gotten knocked over.

after this rendezvous(ehehe) ended, i managed to drag us, drunk and missing a few items of clothing, into the house, where the party had pretty much ended. some random people were passed out on the couches and rug, us ending up being two of them. 

(a/n: hey have a lil taste of the smut yet to come( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) @winwinsdadxd i hope u appreciate

i love u all -dat nat)