Happy New Year
Title: Happy New Year
Author: kissoffools / wakeyourheart
Pairing: Drew Wright/Mookie Morris (with angst provided by the coupling of Mookie Morris/Earl Stevenson)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Drew throws a New Year's Eve party and learns that the concept of "no strings attached" doesn't exactly work for everyone.
Disclaimer: So, so, so not real. Sorry folks.
Notes: This is my submission for the ci6_slash Christmas fic exchange. Written for hatemetoday_xx - she requested Drew/Mookie with a snow storm, champagne, and skinny jeans. I don't even know when this fic is due, but I do know that I'm going away on Saturday and won't have much time between now and then to finish it. So it was now or never. Kitty, I really tried with the pairing, so I hope you do not hate it. I feel like parts of it are a bit rushed, which I am so sorry for, but I needed to get this done tonight. Also, um, either Drew or Mookie or both may not come off in a very positive light here. So... I hope that doesn't piss anyone off. I am actually very nervous about this, because I know it's definitely not my best. But hopefully, Kitty, you don't hate it. Merry Christmas, everyone!!
“God damn motherfucking weather!”
Drew raised his eyebrows, amused, as a snow-covered Mookie cursed on his doorstep. “We didn’t think you were gonna make it!” He let the boy inside.
“It wasn’t bad until I was already halfway here,” he explained. He shook his head, water droplets lightly spraying Drew’s entire foyer. He blinked around. “Is everyone else here?”
Drew shrugged. “Everyone who’s gonna be, I think. The storm’s gotten pretty wild out there.”
Mookie hesitated. “Did you wanna cancel, then? I mean, I can head back to the city -”
Drew laughed. “That’s retarded, Mook. There are still plenty of people here. And I’m not letting you drive anywhere in this weather. Come on in and celebrate the last night of the year.”
* * *
Drew wasn’t certain where all the bottles of champagne had come from, but he did know that he was grateful for them. Despite having only about two dozen guests, his house seemed crowded, bordering on claustrophobic, and the alcohol helped. He eyed Earl and Mookie, bodies pressed together as they nursed their drinks and chatted with a high school friend of Drew’s, their conversation too loud to be sober, and downed his fourth glass. The alcohol helped with that, too.
“So this must be killing you, huh,” Theo observed.
Drew turned his back on the couple, looking at Theo guiltily. “What do you mean?”
“Having to watch Earl and Mookie together,” Theo elaborated. He uncorked another nearby bottle of champagne and filled Drew’s glass. “Don’t give me that innocent face, I know exactly how you feel about the kid. Dude, you broke up with your girlfriend for him. And he still chose Earl.”
Drew rubbed a hand over his face. “Wow, man, thanks a lot for reminding me.”
“Sorry,” Theo apologized. “It’s just… it sucks. I’m sorry.”
And the room sank into blackness, interrupting the unnoticed gaze that Mookie had focused on Drew’s back.
* * *
“Shit, I don’t think we have any more candles down here,” Drew realized, his head buried in a lower cabinet. He straightened and passed a couple off to Theo. “Go light these for me, will you? I’ll see what I can find upstairs.”
He climbed the back staircase, the sound of Theo reassuring party-goers disappearing in the distance. He rummaged through his bedroom closet but came up empty-handed. Deciding to try the bathroom, he started for the door and almost stumbled over a slumped-over Mookie. He knelt next to him and prodded his side. Mookie sat up straight almost at once, his eyes a little unfocused.
“’Smatter?”
“Mookie, why are you lying in my doorway?”
The teen struggled to sit up, teetering a little. “Dunno. The lights went out and it’s your house and I wanted to tell you and I came upstairs but then I got tired so I wanted to have a little nap but then I couldn’t find the bed and this nice floor looked comfy and it really really is.”
Drew snorted. “Mookie, are you drunk?”
“Nahhhhhh,” he denied, attempting to scramble to his feet. He managed to get about halfway up before he fell back against the doorjamb, Drew’s hands shooting out to catch his elbows and keep him upright. He looked down at the floor, and then back up at Drew again. “Only a little,” he conceded.
“Okay buddy, let’s get you downstairs and get some water into you,” Drew urged, trying to walk him out of the room. It appeared like Mookie was going to comply, and then he seemed to give up, leaning all his weight into Drew. The four glasses of champagne combined with the sudden extra weight threw Drew off, and the two of them stumbled back into Drew’s bedroom. In the moment of imbalance, Mookie’s hands groped Drew’s ass.
Drew stiffened, startled, and swallowed hard. “Mookie, what are you -”
“Shhhh. I want it and you want it… just once.”
“What? Mooks, come on, we can’t -”
“Yes, we can,” Mookie urged, his hands running over Drew’s back.
His heart was pounding but he tried to keep a clear head - he knew he shouldn’t give in, he really shouldn’t, but... “I’m going to ask you this once, and if you dismiss it, then you can’t hold me responsible for my actions.” He locked eyes with Mookie, trying to focus on him in the dark. “What about Earl?”
Mookie took a second to choose his words. “This has nothing to do with Earl.”
Drew slammed him against the wall.
Their hips ground together as fingers fumbled with belt buckles. Drew’s lips nipped at the skin of Mookie’s neck, inching their way higher as he felt his belt being undone. He kissed along Mookie’s jawline and was about to kiss his lips when Mookie pulled his head back.
“No kissing,” he said firmly. “Crosses the line.” He’d managed to unzip Drew’s pants, and he snaked his hand inside the older man’s boxers.
Drew hissed out several ill-formed swear words when Mookie’s hand wrapped around his cock. Mookie’s hand, bony but strong, pumped up and down his cock. Drew could feel himself growing hard and buried his face in Mookie’s shoulder, panting. He was surprised to find his hands shaking as he attempted to pull Mookie’s jeans down, and eventually had to stop and use two hands.
“Why the fuck do you wear pants this tight?” he asked, half-frustrated and half-laughing.
Mookie took pity on him and helped tug down his skinny jeans. His hands returned immediately to Drew’s cock, and Drew and wrapped one of his own around the boy’s growing erection. Mookie moaned low in his throat as Drew’s hand worked over him, his own hand speeding up. His finger flicked across the head of Drew’s cock. “Shit,” Drew choked out.
Drew sped up his hand and groaned a little, Mookie’s fingers moving lower to play with his sac. He looked up at Mookie’s face, glistening with sweat, and had to resist the urge to try for another kiss.
Mookie’s hips were thrusting shallowly up into Drew’s hand. “Drew, I -”
His breathing was heavy and he snaked one hand up under Mookie’s shirt, flicking a nipple. “What do you want, Mookie? Tell me.”
A whine escaped Mookie’s throat. “Please fuck me, Drew, God.”
Drew had to bite his lip to try and control himself. “Mmm, my pleasure,” he said. He removed his hand from Mookie’s cock and pushed him down onto the bed, his hands scrambling to fully remove the pants that had pooled around his calves.
He stretched out over Mookie, one hand on his cock while the other moved around to his ass. His finger started to circle Mookie’s hole, but the boy pushed his hand away impatiently. “I’ve done this before, Drew,” he panted. “Just fuck me already.”
Drew groaned and quickly lubed himself up before sinking inside the younger man. Mookie’s head rolled on the bed and his knuckles turned white as they clutched the sheets, but he fought through the pain. Drew remained motionless for a minute, allowing Mookie time to adjust, but the boy quickly grew impatient.
“Move,” he urged Drew.
Drew pulled out and thrust back in, groaning as loudly as he dared. He quickly found his rhythm, thrusting again and again into Mookie. “Oh, fuck, you feel so good,” he panted.
“God, Drew,” Mookie moaned, arching his back. He brought one hand down to his cock, stroking it in time with Drew’s thrusts. The sight of Mookie’s hand on his own cock drove Drew crazy, and he moved in for another kiss against his better judgement. Mookie turned his head away.
Hoping to recover from his mistake, Drew kept one hand on Mookie’s hip and moved the other to the boy’s cock, wrapping Mookie’s hand in his so they could jack him together. “Oh, God, Mookie…”
Mookie’s hands raked down Drew’s back as his hips moved, meeting Drew’s thrusts. “Shit, shit, shit,” he choked out.
“Like that?”
Mookie finally let his eyes flicker to Drew’s face, taking in his glazed eyes and flushed skin. He sighed. “Fuck yeah.”
Drew could feel his orgasm building and he picked up his pace, jacking Mookie a little rougher. He wanted them to finish together. “Mookie, I -”
“I’m close, I’m close,” Mookie whimpered. His hands moved up to run through Drew’s hair, tugging just a little. Drew moaned sweetly.
“Mookie, I’m -” But he didn’t get the rest of the words out before he was releasing, turning the rest of his sentence into a deep groan. The feeling of Drew coming inside of him pushed Mookie over the edge and he came hard, his body spasming. Without thinking, he pulled Drew’s face to his and kissed him long and hard. The two of them rode out their orgasms while their tongues explored each others’ mouths.
The lights flickered back on.
As cheers of celebrating party guests echoed around them, Drew pulled out of Mookie and cleaned himself up with a sheet, passing it off to Mookie so he could do the same. They dressed and fixed their hair in silence, and then Mookie left, returning to the party. Drew looked after him for a minute, wondering how Mookie was able to keep his heart that detached.
* * *
And as everyone counted down to midnight and watched the ball drop to ring in the new year, Drew watched Mookie kiss Earl sweetly and realized he’d never be able to keep his heart detached when it came to that boy.
end.
Author: kissoffools / wakeyourheart
Pairing: Drew Wright/Mookie Morris (with angst provided by the coupling of Mookie Morris/Earl Stevenson)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Drew throws a New Year's Eve party and learns that the concept of "no strings attached" doesn't exactly work for everyone.
Disclaimer: So, so, so not real. Sorry folks.
Notes: This is my submission for the ci6_slash Christmas fic exchange. Written for hatemetoday_xx - she requested Drew/Mookie with a snow storm, champagne, and skinny jeans. I don't even know when this fic is due, but I do know that I'm going away on Saturday and won't have much time between now and then to finish it. So it was now or never. Kitty, I really tried with the pairing, so I hope you do not hate it. I feel like parts of it are a bit rushed, which I am so sorry for, but I needed to get this done tonight. Also, um, either Drew or Mookie or both may not come off in a very positive light here. So... I hope that doesn't piss anyone off. I am actually very nervous about this, because I know it's definitely not my best. But hopefully, Kitty, you don't hate it. Merry Christmas, everyone!!
“God damn motherfucking weather!”
Drew raised his eyebrows, amused, as a snow-covered Mookie cursed on his doorstep. “We didn’t think you were gonna make it!” He let the boy inside.
“It wasn’t bad until I was already halfway here,” he explained. He shook his head, water droplets lightly spraying Drew’s entire foyer. He blinked around. “Is everyone else here?”
Drew shrugged. “Everyone who’s gonna be, I think. The storm’s gotten pretty wild out there.”
Mookie hesitated. “Did you wanna cancel, then? I mean, I can head back to the city -”
Drew laughed. “That’s retarded, Mook. There are still plenty of people here. And I’m not letting you drive anywhere in this weather. Come on in and celebrate the last night of the year.”
* * *
Drew wasn’t certain where all the bottles of champagne had come from, but he did know that he was grateful for them. Despite having only about two dozen guests, his house seemed crowded, bordering on claustrophobic, and the alcohol helped. He eyed Earl and Mookie, bodies pressed together as they nursed their drinks and chatted with a high school friend of Drew’s, their conversation too loud to be sober, and downed his fourth glass. The alcohol helped with that, too.
“So this must be killing you, huh,” Theo observed.
Drew turned his back on the couple, looking at Theo guiltily. “What do you mean?”
“Having to watch Earl and Mookie together,” Theo elaborated. He uncorked another nearby bottle of champagne and filled Drew’s glass. “Don’t give me that innocent face, I know exactly how you feel about the kid. Dude, you broke up with your girlfriend for him. And he still chose Earl.”
Drew rubbed a hand over his face. “Wow, man, thanks a lot for reminding me.”
“Sorry,” Theo apologized. “It’s just… it sucks. I’m sorry.”
And the room sank into blackness, interrupting the unnoticed gaze that Mookie had focused on Drew’s back.
* * *
“Shit, I don’t think we have any more candles down here,” Drew realized, his head buried in a lower cabinet. He straightened and passed a couple off to Theo. “Go light these for me, will you? I’ll see what I can find upstairs.”
He climbed the back staircase, the sound of Theo reassuring party-goers disappearing in the distance. He rummaged through his bedroom closet but came up empty-handed. Deciding to try the bathroom, he started for the door and almost stumbled over a slumped-over Mookie. He knelt next to him and prodded his side. Mookie sat up straight almost at once, his eyes a little unfocused.
“’Smatter?”
“Mookie, why are you lying in my doorway?”
The teen struggled to sit up, teetering a little. “Dunno. The lights went out and it’s your house and I wanted to tell you and I came upstairs but then I got tired so I wanted to have a little nap but then I couldn’t find the bed and this nice floor looked comfy and it really really is.”
Drew snorted. “Mookie, are you drunk?”
“Nahhhhhh,” he denied, attempting to scramble to his feet. He managed to get about halfway up before he fell back against the doorjamb, Drew’s hands shooting out to catch his elbows and keep him upright. He looked down at the floor, and then back up at Drew again. “Only a little,” he conceded.
“Okay buddy, let’s get you downstairs and get some water into you,” Drew urged, trying to walk him out of the room. It appeared like Mookie was going to comply, and then he seemed to give up, leaning all his weight into Drew. The four glasses of champagne combined with the sudden extra weight threw Drew off, and the two of them stumbled back into Drew’s bedroom. In the moment of imbalance, Mookie’s hands groped Drew’s ass.
Drew stiffened, startled, and swallowed hard. “Mookie, what are you -”
“Shhhh. I want it and you want it… just once.”
“What? Mooks, come on, we can’t -”
“Yes, we can,” Mookie urged, his hands running over Drew’s back.
His heart was pounding but he tried to keep a clear head - he knew he shouldn’t give in, he really shouldn’t, but... “I’m going to ask you this once, and if you dismiss it, then you can’t hold me responsible for my actions.” He locked eyes with Mookie, trying to focus on him in the dark. “What about Earl?”
Mookie took a second to choose his words. “This has nothing to do with Earl.”
Drew slammed him against the wall.
Their hips ground together as fingers fumbled with belt buckles. Drew’s lips nipped at the skin of Mookie’s neck, inching their way higher as he felt his belt being undone. He kissed along Mookie’s jawline and was about to kiss his lips when Mookie pulled his head back.
“No kissing,” he said firmly. “Crosses the line.” He’d managed to unzip Drew’s pants, and he snaked his hand inside the older man’s boxers.
Drew hissed out several ill-formed swear words when Mookie’s hand wrapped around his cock. Mookie’s hand, bony but strong, pumped up and down his cock. Drew could feel himself growing hard and buried his face in Mookie’s shoulder, panting. He was surprised to find his hands shaking as he attempted to pull Mookie’s jeans down, and eventually had to stop and use two hands.
“Why the fuck do you wear pants this tight?” he asked, half-frustrated and half-laughing.
Mookie took pity on him and helped tug down his skinny jeans. His hands returned immediately to Drew’s cock, and Drew and wrapped one of his own around the boy’s growing erection. Mookie moaned low in his throat as Drew’s hand worked over him, his own hand speeding up. His finger flicked across the head of Drew’s cock. “Shit,” Drew choked out.
Drew sped up his hand and groaned a little, Mookie’s fingers moving lower to play with his sac. He looked up at Mookie’s face, glistening with sweat, and had to resist the urge to try for another kiss.
Mookie’s hips were thrusting shallowly up into Drew’s hand. “Drew, I -”
His breathing was heavy and he snaked one hand up under Mookie’s shirt, flicking a nipple. “What do you want, Mookie? Tell me.”
A whine escaped Mookie’s throat. “Please fuck me, Drew, God.”
Drew had to bite his lip to try and control himself. “Mmm, my pleasure,” he said. He removed his hand from Mookie’s cock and pushed him down onto the bed, his hands scrambling to fully remove the pants that had pooled around his calves.
He stretched out over Mookie, one hand on his cock while the other moved around to his ass. His finger started to circle Mookie’s hole, but the boy pushed his hand away impatiently. “I’ve done this before, Drew,” he panted. “Just fuck me already.”
Drew groaned and quickly lubed himself up before sinking inside the younger man. Mookie’s head rolled on the bed and his knuckles turned white as they clutched the sheets, but he fought through the pain. Drew remained motionless for a minute, allowing Mookie time to adjust, but the boy quickly grew impatient.
“Move,” he urged Drew.
Drew pulled out and thrust back in, groaning as loudly as he dared. He quickly found his rhythm, thrusting again and again into Mookie. “Oh, fuck, you feel so good,” he panted.
“God, Drew,” Mookie moaned, arching his back. He brought one hand down to his cock, stroking it in time with Drew’s thrusts. The sight of Mookie’s hand on his own cock drove Drew crazy, and he moved in for another kiss against his better judgement. Mookie turned his head away.
Hoping to recover from his mistake, Drew kept one hand on Mookie’s hip and moved the other to the boy’s cock, wrapping Mookie’s hand in his so they could jack him together. “Oh, God, Mookie…”
Mookie’s hands raked down Drew’s back as his hips moved, meeting Drew’s thrusts. “Shit, shit, shit,” he choked out.
“Like that?”
Mookie finally let his eyes flicker to Drew’s face, taking in his glazed eyes and flushed skin. He sighed. “Fuck yeah.”
Drew could feel his orgasm building and he picked up his pace, jacking Mookie a little rougher. He wanted them to finish together. “Mookie, I -”
“I’m close, I’m close,” Mookie whimpered. His hands moved up to run through Drew’s hair, tugging just a little. Drew moaned sweetly.
“Mookie, I’m -” But he didn’t get the rest of the words out before he was releasing, turning the rest of his sentence into a deep groan. The feeling of Drew coming inside of him pushed Mookie over the edge and he came hard, his body spasming. Without thinking, he pulled Drew’s face to his and kissed him long and hard. The two of them rode out their orgasms while their tongues explored each others’ mouths.
The lights flickered back on.
As cheers of celebrating party guests echoed around them, Drew pulled out of Mookie and cleaned himself up with a sheet, passing it off to Mookie so he could do the same. They dressed and fixed their hair in silence, and then Mookie left, returning to the party. Drew looked after him for a minute, wondering how Mookie was able to keep his heart that detached.
* * *
And as everyone counted down to midnight and watched the ball drop to ring in the new year, Drew watched Mookie kiss Earl sweetly and realized he’d never be able to keep his heart detached when it came to that boy.
end.