Snippet: Tylers, Segs/Fred Poly V, trade party (460 words, Teen)
If this were a whole story, it would be a mostly unacknowledged V relationship ongoing negotiation thing. Like, Tyler and Segs have a tendency to make out a lot when they're together, and they've gone farther than that a couple of times. Segs and Fred are pretty much together now, but in an open (really open) relationship sort of way. Tyler and Fred know each other, a little, and they're cool with each other the way all of Segs' bros are cool with each other, but they've never really hung out together much.
Tyler hangs out with some of the boys around the edge of the room. There are a lot of girls. Segs can probably have any one of them he wants, probably already has had a couple of them. But at the end of the night, when pretty much everyone's gone, a couple of the guys disappearing upstairs with girls, Tyler goes into the kitchen and finds Segs in there alone.
"Tyler!" Segs grins brightly and throws his arms around Tyler.
"Hi," Tyler says with a laugh. He puts his arms around Segs and pats his back a little.
Segs kisses him, and it's the way he always is when he's wasted, sloppy and messy, good but not coordinated.
Segs pulls back a little when someone else comes into the kitchen, and then he's letting go of Tyler completely to go throw his arms around Fred.
"Hi, babe," Fred says, and he's small, but he's sturdy enough to take Segs' weight and hold him up. He kisses Segs, and it's a lot softer than how Tyler kisses him. "You ready to go to bed?"
Segs nods, more than he needs to because he's drunk. "Can Tyler come?"
There's clear amusement in the look Fred throws at Tyler. "You want to?"
Segs holds out his hand toward Tyler. "Please?"
Tyler takes his hand. "Yeah, I'm coming."
They go up the stairs pretty slowly, Fred with an arm around Segs, who keeps stopping to look over his shoulder. Tyler's still holding his hand, so he shouldn't need to look to make sure Tyler's there. He's still drunk, though, so that probably explains it.
They get Segs into the middle of the bed, with the two of them on either side of him. They take turns kissing him, until it takes longer and longer for him to open his eyes between turns.
Tyler pets his hair when Segs doesn't even open his eyes after he stops kissing him, and it's only a minute or two later that Segs' breath evens out into sleep.
Tyler sits up a little so he can see Fred on the other side of Segs. "Think he's okay?"
"No." Fred sighs and sits up too, resting a hand on Segs' hair for a second. "He's pretty wrecked about being traded. He loves Boston."
"And you," Tyler says.
Fred sighs. "Yeah. He loves you, too, was super stoked you came down for this."
"Pretty sweet party," Tyler says.
"He does throw a good rager," Fred says. He looks down at Segs. "Next year is going to be such a shitshow."
"Dallas," Tyler says. "I'm not even gonna see him, unless maybe we all get to go home for Christmas."
"Gonna suck," Fred says. "Good thing he's worth it."
"Totally worth it," Tyler agrees, and they fistbump over Segs' sleeping body.
Tyler hangs out with some of the boys around the edge of the room. There are a lot of girls. Segs can probably have any one of them he wants, probably already has had a couple of them. But at the end of the night, when pretty much everyone's gone, a couple of the guys disappearing upstairs with girls, Tyler goes into the kitchen and finds Segs in there alone.
"Tyler!" Segs grins brightly and throws his arms around Tyler.
"Hi," Tyler says with a laugh. He puts his arms around Segs and pats his back a little.
Segs kisses him, and it's the way he always is when he's wasted, sloppy and messy, good but not coordinated.
Segs pulls back a little when someone else comes into the kitchen, and then he's letting go of Tyler completely to go throw his arms around Fred.
"Hi, babe," Fred says, and he's small, but he's sturdy enough to take Segs' weight and hold him up. He kisses Segs, and it's a lot softer than how Tyler kisses him. "You ready to go to bed?"
Segs nods, more than he needs to because he's drunk. "Can Tyler come?"
There's clear amusement in the look Fred throws at Tyler. "You want to?"
Segs holds out his hand toward Tyler. "Please?"
Tyler takes his hand. "Yeah, I'm coming."
They go up the stairs pretty slowly, Fred with an arm around Segs, who keeps stopping to look over his shoulder. Tyler's still holding his hand, so he shouldn't need to look to make sure Tyler's there. He's still drunk, though, so that probably explains it.
They get Segs into the middle of the bed, with the two of them on either side of him. They take turns kissing him, until it takes longer and longer for him to open his eyes between turns.
Tyler pets his hair when Segs doesn't even open his eyes after he stops kissing him, and it's only a minute or two later that Segs' breath evens out into sleep.
Tyler sits up a little so he can see Fred on the other side of Segs. "Think he's okay?"
"No." Fred sighs and sits up too, resting a hand on Segs' hair for a second. "He's pretty wrecked about being traded. He loves Boston."
"And you," Tyler says.
Fred sighs. "Yeah. He loves you, too, was super stoked you came down for this."
"Pretty sweet party," Tyler says.
"He does throw a good rager," Fred says. He looks down at Segs. "Next year is going to be such a shitshow."
"Dallas," Tyler says. "I'm not even gonna see him, unless maybe we all get to go home for Christmas."
"Gonna suck," Fred says. "Good thing he's worth it."
"Totally worth it," Tyler agrees, and they fistbump over Segs' sleeping body.