Who: Neku and Beat
When: Post game, after a summer festival.
Rating: Uh. Very mature.
Warnings: Smut, boys on boys and drug usage. Don't like don't read etc.
Summary: Neku and friends are celebrating summer break at a popular night club. Some drugs were passed around and the consequences are rather interesting. Enjoy the Moment!
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You and me could write a bad bromance~ @_@ )
Beat also discovered that glow-sticks and loud(er) music were positively marvelous, and the combination of such was making him quite dumb(er) to general logic and surroundings.
He barely registered Neku's words, never one to be speedy on the uptake. "What?!" was the eloquent response.
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He frowned over at the mass of thrumming bodies where Eri and Shiki were dancing-- bodies pressed together in a manner that could only be seen as vulgar and wrinkled his nose.
"I said let's get the fuck out of here a second!"
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"... C'n still hear, it," he mumbled stupidly.
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"So loud. Like I could feel it in my head." He stressed, looking blearily up at the blond. Well. It was true. There were people moving in the street, and the proxy felt weirdly like he wanted to keep moving too.
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He could faintly feel Neku's stress, however, as well as the relief that came with the cool night air. Perhaps he didn't want to go back inside.
Besides, Neku didn't look sick. Did he?
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"Whatever. Le's just... Go somewhere." Neku nodded slowly as that was the most sage suggestion he could possibly make.
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"Uh... aight," he consented. Beat was about to move when... well. "Where?"
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"Somewhere... ... Bet mom's in bed by now. S'not far." And his other hand was moving now-- too fast for the poor boy's addled brain to keep up with. It decided to find its way to his best friend's chest where it promptly splayed out flat and started to roam about slowly. It felt just as interesting as his arm if not moreso. A group of girls walking by snickered loudly. Neku just scowled.
And that had him tugging on Beat's wrist.
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And so Beat followed obediently, despite the lingering feeling of Neku's touch and the coloring of his face.
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"I still feel fuckin' weird." He complained as he fumbled with his keys. Sakurako slept with music playing and some beauty-sleep enhancing earmuffs or somesuch. He wasn't worried about disturbing her, thankfully.
"C'mon. I wanna lay down. Damn." That was all he could think of even as he stumbled towards the dark hallway that lead to the toilet and his room.
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"Your house is so fucking hot. Shit. 'M dyin'." And then: "hey, where you at?" Yes, in his wall-reverie, Beat had lost his host.
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"Oi, the hell...?" And the proxy stuck his head back into the hall. "Hey, smart one. You've been here how many times and you can't find it?" He pouted and struggled to keep himself upright against the door frame.
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"S'dark, man... s'dark and light. And... and, oh, there." And Beat groped around until he was face to face with Neku. One awkward hand brushed Neku's torso a bit too easily. "Hidin' 'n shit..."
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"S'not loud or bright n' here." He announced proudly. Neku then abruptly turned on his heel, reminded that his bed was in here- and it was big and soft and felt so cool as he flopped onto it.
"Oh god that feels good." He sighed.
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Fuck that shit. He wanted on, too. The blond peeled off his shirt and found a spot of cold bed against which to throw himself.
... Neku was awfully close...
An adventurous hand tried a bit of subtlety, taking hold of the hem of Neku's shirt and tugging it a little to reveal his lower belly. "Could be better," he mumbled off-handedly -- though with Beat, even mumbles were loud.
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He squirmed and wiggled (mostly against Beat's side) until he had wrenched his shirt up over his head and managed to toss it somewhere into the abyss of his room. He let out a long sigh and a moan the moment he touched the comforter again.
"Holy shit why doesn't it always feel this nice?"
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