He Said, She Said; Attyston

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Connor caught the hesitance, understood it--even drunk. He continued a moment longer and then stopped, scooting back up to kiss Attyston tenderly and just cuddle up against him, blue eyes slowly closing. He focused on his own irregular breaths compared to Attyston's even ones, and listened to his heart, a finger tracing squigglies over his chest slowly.
It seemed almost enough for Connor to put himself to sleep.

[Attyston Thomas]

After a couple more kisses and soft nips, he moves back up to press his lips to mine softly. I'm glad that I ddin't have to make the decision in the end, Connor seemed to understand. I honestly didn't know what I would've said or done in the end.
A soft sigh comes from my mouth and I wrap my arms around him, tracing little hearts into his bare back, feeling the scabs and scars that laced his skin.
"I need to finish my beer." I finally say, working my way out from under him. I reach for my open can, pulling a new one out of the case to pass to Connor. I tilt my head back, finishing it off in a few quick gulps.

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Connor focused on the shapes of hearts drawn over his back and smiled. He sat up as Attyston scooted from under him, and took the offered beer can. Cracking it open Connor took a heavy swallow, then another before he got up to stumble to the couch, laughing at himself and sprawling out, before finally curling up on one cushion.
Blue eyes watched Attyston and he tried to focus on the music.

[Attyston Thomas]

I reach for another beer, giggling childishly as he took a couple quick gulps of his own before standing to stumble over to the couch to lay down, arms and legs in every direction. I roll my green eyes at him playfully, making kissy faces at him before finally taking a couple more sips of my beer.
I run a stray hand through my black dyed fringe before fiddling with one of my lip piercings absentmindedly. I bring the can up to my lips again for a deep swallow before looking over at Connor again as the main chorus of a song by Blood On The Dance Floor played.

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Connor began to sing loud and obnoxiously, drinking down over half the can and coughing a bit before patting the other cushion. He rolled onto his stomach, legs in the air, and rested his chin onthe arm of the couch. Connor began to hum instead of sing, blue eyes closing, breaths shallow and quick.
Tossing and turning he rolled to his side, an arm hanging off the couch, and chgged the rest of the beer.

[Attyston Thomas]

I chuckle as he begins to sing, really loud and very off key. "I hope you don't always sing like that." I slurr, pointing a finger at Connor as I shake my head as if I were berating him. I drink the rest of my beer in a couple more gulps, crinkling it in my hand befoe running my hands over my face. I reach for another, bringing it to my lips.
I reach for another beer, stickign half of my lower arm into the case. Nothing. It was empty. I let out a growl of annoyance before laying back on the floor, covering my face with my arm and promptly blacking out.

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Connor giggled. "Nooo," He drawled, returning to humming.

They had finished the entire case, and a full bottle of vodka, and soon were both passed out cold.
Morning came too early and not in a friendly fashion. Connor's sick body was not happy.
There was no way he was getting to the bathroom either.
The moment he was awake his body was craving drugs and he felt sicker than sick. He scrambled up, realizing they were both undressed. Fear rocketed through him and he got sick over the kitchen trash can, shaking too bad to even stand.