Too Drunk To Remember (1/1)
Title: Too Drunk To Remember
Author: wakingnitemarex / hatemetoday_xx
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Mookie Morris/Sebastian Pigott/Oliver Pigott
Disclaimer: Not real, never happened.
For: The Canadian Idol Kink Meme
Author's Notes: I got this idea the other night while I was at my aunt's, along with a few ideas for parts of the next chapter of Someday (OMFG. I think my writer's block is finally ending!), and I wrote most of it this morning before I left for work. I wasn't entirely sure how to end it, and I'm not sure how much I like the ending, either, but I hope it's alright. :] Feedback is loved. Also, I really wanted to title this "Mistakes", but too avoid confusing certain people Elliott, I found something else to use.
If you asked either of the brothers, neither would really be able to tell you where it started, but there was clearly a series of mistakes that had led to it.
Maybe it was when they had allowed Mookie to drink with them and Tetiana after rehearsals, that would probably be where it started. But then again, that did have to be a mistake. Maybe it was because they let him stay after Tetiana left. Or maybe it because they were both just drunk enough to be feeling really horny, and Mookie was, well, Mookie was blasted out of his mind. Maybe it was because Mookie's shirt had somehow managed to get pulled of when he and Sebastian were jumping around on the beds. Or maybe it was when said shirtless teenager launched himself across the room to land on Oliver's back, and his alcohol induced hard on was made obvious.
Which ever it was, it was clear that mistakes had been made. Mistakes that had led to the position they were in now. A position that involved Mookie being more or less sandwiched between the two brothers with Sebastian on his knees in front of the younger boy, one hand at the base of the cock that was currently occupying his mouth, the other wrapped around his own erection, and Oliver, whose chest was pressed tightly to his back, with his cock burried deep in the boy's ass as he pounded hard into him. The force would've made the boy collapse by now if Oliver didn't have one of his arms wrapped tightly around his chest, keeping him up.
Oliver's hand moved to clamp over the boy's mouth when he screamed out as he reached his orgasm, and the way his muscles tightened around Oliver, and the sight of Sebastian swallowing Mookie's cum, was enough to finally send Oliver over the edge. Sebastian's release followed not long after. Oliver slid himself out of Mookie, but held tight to the boy who'd practically gone limp in his arms. He helped Mookie over to Sebastian's bed, and eased him down onto it. He pressed a gentle kiss to the boy's forehead, before turning back to his brother who was reaching out for his shirt so that he could wipe off his hand. Oliver smirked, and knelt in front if his younger brother, and took him by the wrist, guiding Sebastian's hand to his mouth so that he could lick in clean, which was probably not something you should do to your own brother, but neither of them seemed to care. Nor did they care when their lips met in a passionate kiss after his hand was clean.
Eventually, Oliver pulled back, and stood, pulling Sebastian up with him. He glanced once at the clock, saw that it was nearly 4 a.m., and nudged Sebastian towards his bed. Sebastian obeyed the silent order, and crawled into his bed, pulling Mookie close and kissing him once. Oliver smiled, watching them for a moment longer, before he went to turn out the lights and crawled into his own bed.
~*~
The first thing he noticed when he woke up was the pain, followed by him opening his eyes and realizing that this was not the hotel room that he'd been assigned too. The next realization was that it was the brothers' room, and for a moment, he thought, perhaps, he'd fallen asleep during their rehearsal. The next thing he noticed was that he was alone, followed directly by the abrupt realization that he was naked, and he couldn't remember a thing that had happened after they'd all started drinking. He slowly sat up, looking around for something, anything, that might jog his memory, but he found no such thing. He located his boxers on the floor, went to retrieve them, and pulled them on. The motion caused a wave of nausea to pass over him, and after pulling them on, he practically ran to the bathroom.
He only got sick the one time, surprising considering how drunk he'd been, but instead of getting dressed and leaving when he was done, he just curled around himself, his face pressed to his knees, and cried. He was silent about it, but the flow of tears was heavy. He felt scared, and a little bit used. He felt bad even thinking it, but he just couldn't remember a single thing that had happened, and what if.. well, what if he hadn't agreed to it? He didn't want to think something like that about either of the brothers, because, really, they were both amazingly sweet guys, but .. what if?
He didn't notice the sound of the hotel room's door being opened, and so he could honestly say he was surprised when he heard a soft knock on the half-closed bathroom door.
"Hey..," Sebastian asked, almost hesitantly, "Are you okay in there?" Mookie didn't respond, he knew that if he spoke, his friend would be able to tell that he was crying. Of course, not answering was equally bad, because after a moment of waiting for a response and not getting one, Sebastian pushed the door open, and poked his head inside. "Mookie?" His eyes fell on the boy, and he could honestly say that he felt his heart break in the moment when the younger boy slowly lifted his head to look at him.
Mookie quickly looked back down, blushing and wiping his eyes. He sat silently as Sebastian walked over and sat down next to him, and forced his tears not to start again. Sebastian placed his hand under Mookie's chin, and gently tilted his face up, he wiped the remaining tears away with his other hand. They were both silent for a long moment, before Mookie finally broke, and let his gaze drop to the floor. "I don't remember", he whispered. "Any of it. I tried, but I don't remember," his voice started to take on a panicked edge as he continued, "I c-can't even remember if I .. if I said.."
Sebastian's eyes widened as understanding dawned on him, and he pulled Mookie in closer, "No.. Oh, God no, Mookie." He rested his forehead against the younger boy's, and sought out his gaze. "I swear to you, it wasn't like that. I swear it on my grave, Mookie." He wasn't offended that such a thought had crossed Mookie's mind, he was more horrified that they'd left him alone to play with such an idea. They should've been there when he'd woken up, that way they could have settle any doubt before it had time to grow. "I wasn't that drunk, Mookie, I remember everything that happened, and I promise it wasn't like that. You were okay with it. I swear to you. I'd.. We'd never do something like that. I know myself, and I know my brother, and you never have to worry about that."
Mookie watched Sebastian's eyes as he spoke, and he could tell that Sebastian was telling him the truth. There was no way that he was lying. "I believe you," he whispered shakily, and he felt the older boy wrap his arms around him, and hug him close. They remained like that for a moment or two longer, before Sebastian stood up, and offered a hand to the younger boy.
"C'mon," he helped Mookie up, and led him back to the main area of the hotel room, "You should get dressed, and head back to your room to clean up.. Then.. then you can..come back. If you want to.. Tetiana will be here, too." He added the last part, hoping it might help ease any nerves Mookie might still have.
Mookie nodded slowly, "Okay.." It didn't take him too long to find his clothes, and pull them on, and he was still trying to decide what to tell his roommate if they asked where he'd been when he left Sebastian and Oliver's room.
~*~
He supposed he'd gotten over it quickly, and maybe it was wrong to trust Sebastian's story so easily, but somewhere, deep down, he knew it was right. The day went on as if nothing had changed between them. Their group performance stunned the judges, and they all made it through to the next round.
If anything had changed between them, it was that they had gotten even closer. Mookie had thought that nothing would top the feeling he'd had when he'd made the Top 24, the way he'd felt seeing the brothers cheering proudly for his accomplishment, but seeing Sebastian and Oliver both walk through that door, when only one more male should've made the cut, he couldn't help the burst of happiness that flooded through him. He was the first to congratulate them, nearly knocking them over as he threw himself at them, but none of them minded. They were all too excited by the realization that they were about to live their wildest dreams. And they'd be able to do it together.
Author: wakingnitemarex / hatemetoday_xx
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Mookie Morris/Sebastian Pigott/Oliver Pigott
Disclaimer: Not real, never happened.
For: The Canadian Idol Kink Meme
Author's Notes: I got this idea the other night while I was at my aunt's, along with a few ideas for parts of the next chapter of Someday (OMFG. I think my writer's block is finally ending!), and I wrote most of it this morning before I left for work. I wasn't entirely sure how to end it, and I'm not sure how much I like the ending, either, but I hope it's alright. :] Feedback is loved. Also, I really wanted to title this "Mistakes", but too avoid confusing certain people Elliott, I found something else to use.
If you asked either of the brothers, neither would really be able to tell you where it started, but there was clearly a series of mistakes that had led to it.
Maybe it was when they had allowed Mookie to drink with them and Tetiana after rehearsals, that would probably be where it started. But then again, that did have to be a mistake. Maybe it was because they let him stay after Tetiana left. Or maybe it because they were both just drunk enough to be feeling really horny, and Mookie was, well, Mookie was blasted out of his mind. Maybe it was because Mookie's shirt had somehow managed to get pulled of when he and Sebastian were jumping around on the beds. Or maybe it was when said shirtless teenager launched himself across the room to land on Oliver's back, and his alcohol induced hard on was made obvious.
Which ever it was, it was clear that mistakes had been made. Mistakes that had led to the position they were in now. A position that involved Mookie being more or less sandwiched between the two brothers with Sebastian on his knees in front of the younger boy, one hand at the base of the cock that was currently occupying his mouth, the other wrapped around his own erection, and Oliver, whose chest was pressed tightly to his back, with his cock burried deep in the boy's ass as he pounded hard into him. The force would've made the boy collapse by now if Oliver didn't have one of his arms wrapped tightly around his chest, keeping him up.
Oliver's hand moved to clamp over the boy's mouth when he screamed out as he reached his orgasm, and the way his muscles tightened around Oliver, and the sight of Sebastian swallowing Mookie's cum, was enough to finally send Oliver over the edge. Sebastian's release followed not long after. Oliver slid himself out of Mookie, but held tight to the boy who'd practically gone limp in his arms. He helped Mookie over to Sebastian's bed, and eased him down onto it. He pressed a gentle kiss to the boy's forehead, before turning back to his brother who was reaching out for his shirt so that he could wipe off his hand. Oliver smirked, and knelt in front if his younger brother, and took him by the wrist, guiding Sebastian's hand to his mouth so that he could lick in clean, which was probably not something you should do to your own brother, but neither of them seemed to care. Nor did they care when their lips met in a passionate kiss after his hand was clean.
Eventually, Oliver pulled back, and stood, pulling Sebastian up with him. He glanced once at the clock, saw that it was nearly 4 a.m., and nudged Sebastian towards his bed. Sebastian obeyed the silent order, and crawled into his bed, pulling Mookie close and kissing him once. Oliver smiled, watching them for a moment longer, before he went to turn out the lights and crawled into his own bed.
~*~
The first thing he noticed when he woke up was the pain, followed by him opening his eyes and realizing that this was not the hotel room that he'd been assigned too. The next realization was that it was the brothers' room, and for a moment, he thought, perhaps, he'd fallen asleep during their rehearsal. The next thing he noticed was that he was alone, followed directly by the abrupt realization that he was naked, and he couldn't remember a thing that had happened after they'd all started drinking. He slowly sat up, looking around for something, anything, that might jog his memory, but he found no such thing. He located his boxers on the floor, went to retrieve them, and pulled them on. The motion caused a wave of nausea to pass over him, and after pulling them on, he practically ran to the bathroom.
He only got sick the one time, surprising considering how drunk he'd been, but instead of getting dressed and leaving when he was done, he just curled around himself, his face pressed to his knees, and cried. He was silent about it, but the flow of tears was heavy. He felt scared, and a little bit used. He felt bad even thinking it, but he just couldn't remember a single thing that had happened, and what if.. well, what if he hadn't agreed to it? He didn't want to think something like that about either of the brothers, because, really, they were both amazingly sweet guys, but .. what if?
He didn't notice the sound of the hotel room's door being opened, and so he could honestly say he was surprised when he heard a soft knock on the half-closed bathroom door.
"Hey..," Sebastian asked, almost hesitantly, "Are you okay in there?" Mookie didn't respond, he knew that if he spoke, his friend would be able to tell that he was crying. Of course, not answering was equally bad, because after a moment of waiting for a response and not getting one, Sebastian pushed the door open, and poked his head inside. "Mookie?" His eyes fell on the boy, and he could honestly say that he felt his heart break in the moment when the younger boy slowly lifted his head to look at him.
Mookie quickly looked back down, blushing and wiping his eyes. He sat silently as Sebastian walked over and sat down next to him, and forced his tears not to start again. Sebastian placed his hand under Mookie's chin, and gently tilted his face up, he wiped the remaining tears away with his other hand. They were both silent for a long moment, before Mookie finally broke, and let his gaze drop to the floor. "I don't remember", he whispered. "Any of it. I tried, but I don't remember," his voice started to take on a panicked edge as he continued, "I c-can't even remember if I .. if I said.."
Sebastian's eyes widened as understanding dawned on him, and he pulled Mookie in closer, "No.. Oh, God no, Mookie." He rested his forehead against the younger boy's, and sought out his gaze. "I swear to you, it wasn't like that. I swear it on my grave, Mookie." He wasn't offended that such a thought had crossed Mookie's mind, he was more horrified that they'd left him alone to play with such an idea. They should've been there when he'd woken up, that way they could have settle any doubt before it had time to grow. "I wasn't that drunk, Mookie, I remember everything that happened, and I promise it wasn't like that. You were okay with it. I swear to you. I'd.. We'd never do something like that. I know myself, and I know my brother, and you never have to worry about that."
Mookie watched Sebastian's eyes as he spoke, and he could tell that Sebastian was telling him the truth. There was no way that he was lying. "I believe you," he whispered shakily, and he felt the older boy wrap his arms around him, and hug him close. They remained like that for a moment or two longer, before Sebastian stood up, and offered a hand to the younger boy.
"C'mon," he helped Mookie up, and led him back to the main area of the hotel room, "You should get dressed, and head back to your room to clean up.. Then.. then you can..come back. If you want to.. Tetiana will be here, too." He added the last part, hoping it might help ease any nerves Mookie might still have.
Mookie nodded slowly, "Okay.." It didn't take him too long to find his clothes, and pull them on, and he was still trying to decide what to tell his roommate if they asked where he'd been when he left Sebastian and Oliver's room.
~*~
He supposed he'd gotten over it quickly, and maybe it was wrong to trust Sebastian's story so easily, but somewhere, deep down, he knew it was right. The day went on as if nothing had changed between them. Their group performance stunned the judges, and they all made it through to the next round.
If anything had changed between them, it was that they had gotten even closer. Mookie had thought that nothing would top the feeling he'd had when he'd made the Top 24, the way he'd felt seeing the brothers cheering proudly for his accomplishment, but seeing Sebastian and Oliver both walk through that door, when only one more male should've made the cut, he couldn't help the burst of happiness that flooded through him. He was the first to congratulate them, nearly knocking them over as he threw himself at them, but none of them minded. They were all too excited by the realization that they were about to live their wildest dreams. And they'd be able to do it together.