(TW: this is basically just pure sexual filth, if you are an innocent soul, turn away now... before it's too late. you've been warned.)
"What the fuck, Brook." Sonny heard Jack mutter, looking down at the multiple bottles of beers and liquors laying on the queen-sized bed.
"What?" Brooklyn giggled, opening one of the beers with a can opener and gulping it. "We should have some fun, just for the night!"
"Some fun does not mean asking the room service to bring up the whole liquor menu."
"I beg to differ," Brooklyn smirked, throwing an unopened beer bottle at Harper's direction. The long-haired man caught it, shrugging before popping it open and drinking.
Jack ended up drinking as well, him and Brooklyn having an impromptu battle on who can finish their beers first. The pair ended up knackered on their fourth ones, Jack mumbling useless insults to Brooklyn when the blonde won. Harper was laughing at their silly antic, Sonny witnessing the usually calm man show some emotions after finishing a whole flask of vodka.
Sonny felt a nudge on his shoulder, Brooklyn smirking as he urged the raven to take a drink. The blonde man shoved a bottle of scotch on his chest, Sonny reluctantly taking it.
It has been way too long since he last remembered drinking alcohol---the last one was when he was seventeen, drinking some disgusting brandy with a guy friend. It ended up in a total disaster, to which up to this day, make Sonny's ears glow flushing red.
He believed that alcohol was bad for him, the liquor having an influence on him to do things that he usually will never do.
He gazed at the scotch on his hand, looking at the other three who was already obviously drunk and wasted as a skunk. Sonny sighed, making up his mind---he might as well join them, he trust the other three and he already has nothing lose.
The four of them drunk, slowly diminishing the bottles Brooklyn ordered. Harper opened the television, pressing the music tab, blasting in some punk rock music.
They danced and laughed together as the night dimmed out, the bright moon shining through the glass window of their hotel room.
The feeling of alcohol burning into his chest and into his soul made him gain confidence that the timid Sonny will never have.
Suddenly, the music playlist played Green Day's Nightlife and the playful, bubbly atmosphere the hotel room had changed into something darker, hotter---naughtier.
"Taking a ride to my old hunts,
she's in my blood, I reside in my nightlife"
Through Sonny's clouded vision, he could see Brooklyn smirking at him, slowly approaching him as he sat over his lap. The blonde grinded on him, the other slowly dancing to the beat of the music.
"My favorite color's candy apple, girl,
and she resides in my mind and my nightlife"
Sonny blushed, Brooklyn wrapping his arms around his shoulders, peppering his neck with chaste, cheeky kisses.
The raven's eyes darted across Harper and Jack, the pair already making out by the edge of the bed---Jack harshly pulled Harper's hair, the taller boy biting the other's bottom lip as he grunted.
Harper hissed at the action, pushing Jack's back into the bed as he sat and towered over the taller man. The pair fought for dominance, engulfing each other's mouths with a fiery kiss as they both undressed themselves to nothing but their boxers.
His gaze on the pair was suddenly pulled away, his dazed blue meeting Brooklyn's hungry green as the latter pulled him into a kiss.
Brooklyn tasted like cinnamon, raspberries and honey, the alcohol and drugs mixing with the blonde's sweet savor.
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CLOUD NINE // sarcklyn (OT4) ✔
Fanfiction"Where are you guys heading anyways?" Sonny's mind also begun to wonder, even he has no idea where Harper and Jack were going. He somehow got caught up to their car adventure, not knowing what the pair's goal actually was---all he knows was the two...
