Aiden's Dorm

[ras]

Ras hadn't actually put much thought into whether he'd really be hooking up with anyone tonight. He figured he'd end up crammed in a closet with some girl he didn't know and they might awkwardly kiss. But when he saw that bottle land on him with Brayden Nashville being the one who spun, he couldn't help but smile. They'd had one date and had texted a few times, but Ras had really liked him. He was cute and nice, and even if nothing ever happened he at least made a friend that night. And he'd gotten the impression that he was into him, so maybe this wouldn't be boring or awkward after all.

He followed him into the closet and closed the door. It wasn't as crammed as he'd imagined. Aiden definitely lucked out, because this was way bigger than the one in his dorm.
"Cozy," Ras joked and then looked up at the light. "Let me just um..." He pulled the string and turned off the light. There was still a glow around the door so they could see a little, but the lightbulb was almost hitting his head.

There was a second where he wasn't sure whether he should do anything but then he decided...why not?
In the faint light, Ras placed his hand under Bray's chin and lifted his mouth up to meet his. He kissed him softly for a moment, and then when the other boy didn't pull away he deepened the kiss. He moved his hands down to around his waist and licked his lip as if asking for permission to be let in.
Once Bray opened his mouth, he felt himself smiling into the kiss. He was just...really happy. Most of the time he was kind of there, neither happy or sad, but right now he was really into this guy, having fun kissing him in this closet. Neither of them knew much of the other's story, they were just here, having a little fun. He had no idea how much time there was, and he didn't care. So what if they walked in? They would just have something to be jealous of.

Ras moved his hands up and down the other boy's sides as they made out, slowly lifting up his shirt. He softly ran his fingers along his pant line, wondering if it would be pushing it if his pants were to just...fall off.
He felt himself getting hard at just the thought of what Bray might be packing down there, and he wasn't the least bit embarrassed by what was going on in his head. He hadn't come to this party looking for this, but now that it was so close, he wanted it bad.

[Brayden Nashville]

Bray wasn't sure what to do at first. Usually, he was quite the proud little spitfire. He was loud, he was cocky, and he flaunted what he had. But standing here in what was now very faint light, it was like he'd lost it all. At the sight of this boy (or presence, since he could barely see him), any guard and any sense of might he'd had was gone. And honestly, he didn't mind feeling so helpless. It was different. And when Ras put his hand beneath his chin, bringing their lips together, things only got better and Bray found himself wanting more. There was no way he'd pull back. Not when someone was making the first move. Not when someone, someone so kind and, well, damn good looking, was taking control. He liked it far too much.

Feeling the soft rub of Ras' hands against his own skin, Bray stepped closer so that the two were chest to chest. Bray was admittedly shorter, which he didn't mind, and he soon found himself with his head tipped back, lips pressed deeper into the kiss. At first he hadn't been sure what to do with his hands, and they'd sort of just been floating in the air, still raised out of excitement from the start of the kiss. But as Ras lowered his hands, Bray followed the cue and dropped his hands to the boy's waistline. From there he let his fingers travel underneath the soft shirt and up his sides, rounding towards the back then pulling back forward to trail down the faint line of his abdomen where he stopped, again, at the boy's waistline.

Seeing as Ras had reached his first, Bray decided to let him make the first move. After slipping his tongue along the inside of Ras' lip, Bray pressed himself a little harder into the boy's body, hoping that was enough permission to go further than he already was. In case it wasn't, though, Bray broke the kiss for just a second to say, "your move". Almost immediately, as if drawn by magnets, Bray found himself restarting the kiss as he ran his hands from the front of Ras' pants to the back, where he gently let his first to fingers beneath the fabric.

[Aiden Munslow]

After all the dares that had been going on all night, he was pretty horny, and he had just brought her back to his dorm for that reason. He had forgotten that his dorm was a mess, but at this point it didn’t matter. He had some kind of feelings for her, that were more than just sex. He just wasn’t good at having conversations that were serious. He always found it hard to talk about serious issues, without cracking a joke, or finding some way to make it funny. He didn’t know how to have a serious conversation, and that was probably a problem. Was there part of him that wished they could have a serious conversation about what they were… a very small part but there was part of him that wanted to make things serious.

He had had a serious girlfriend once, a while ago before she moved to some private school, and it had taken him forever to get the nerve to ask her to make things official. It was weird because with her he was always scared to mess things up, and then there was Hannah and it was so different. He never felt like he was going to mess everything up by being his stupid self, and that was a good thing. Even if he wanted to bring up the topic of being official in a conversation he didn’t know her near as well as he should have for them to be official. Or at least he thought so. So far he hadn’t known her that long, and he still wanted to get to know her. Just not right now.

“So I know it’s a mess but,” he shrugged. His dorm was quite small to tell the truth, but at least he got a big closet. He plopped down on the bed and motioned for her to sit next to him. “

[Hannah Briden]

Hannah had really enjoyed herself at the truth or dare and drinking party. It ended rather sloppily, with some people disappearing to go make out (or do worse) and others sort of staggering to the door. Sierra had found someone to have sex with by the end of it all, so Hannah practically begged Aiden to take her back to his dorm, following him like a lost puppy. It had only been about seven shots since Aiden had taken a body shot off of her, but it was actually a few hours, since Hannah was a slow drinker. She wasn't that tipsy, really, but she did feel warm and happy.

"I can still feel where you licked the salt," she giggled, replaying the moment in her mind. "God, that was so sexy, Aiden," she said, grinning happily. She didn't care what his dorm looked like, really. She just wanted to hang out. As fun as the night was, she still had questions - loads of 'em. Ones about their relationship, specifically, because they never really talked about it. She would have liked to think they were dating, but he never said exclusively if they were. He didn't ask her out, and she was too shy to ask him out. They were sort of at an impasse.

"So, Aiden," she said, rather somber now as she sat beside him on his bed. Ugh, this was hard to bring up. She was blushing profusely already! "What are we?" She asked, beginning to babble in her nervousness. "I don't want to push or anything, I just think we should figure it out, you know? Because it's been a few days and I like you and we have mind blowing good sex but do we know each other well enough to date? Are we like, fuck buddies or..." she trailed off.

[Aiden Munslow]

Aiden sighed when she asked the ‘what are we question’ he didn’t want to answer that, because he wasn’t sure that he wanted to try and figure out his feelings for her, there was something more than fuck buddies. He liked being around her, as more than a friend, he thought, but he also liked the sex. “I can do it again if you want,” he said with a wink. He responded to her comment about him licker her first, “but I don’t know you seem kind of ticklish….” He said, with a smirk on his face, he started ticking her. Eventually he stopped though when he rolled on top of her.

“I think…” he paused and gave her a kiss. “I think that I like you though,” another kiss. “I just don’t know If I know you that well to be official or any of that crap,” he didn’t really think that relationships were crap, he was just saying that. Becides he wasn’t just going to go have sex with some other girl, or ask out another girl, so it was basically like they were in a relationship without the relationship part. It was weird. He wasn’t the type of guy to go and be with a million girls at once, for one he respected Hannah way too much for that, and two that seemed really mean, and like a good way to get slapped. He still got slapped sometimes… well not that often for his sexual comments about everything. That was another reason why he didn’t want to be official. He really couldn’t help making sexual comments some of which might seem like he was flirting with someone. Honestly though he was tempted to just say yes when she asked. He wanted to say yes as the answer to her question, but that would be boring. He needed to get to know her first, and find some spectacular way to ask that question. Or at least that was how he saw it in his mind.

Once her got to know her more, then he would be able to know how he felt. Yet he didn’t want to waste time and sit around getting to know her at the moment. That was the hard part, actually getting to know her, he could say that he wanted to all he wanted but if he didn’t actually get to know her, and do something with her besides have sex then he would never know her. He knew she liked to dye hair, and that she wanted to own a salon someday, oh and that she was ticklish. There was so much to know. After one more long kiss, he pulled away from her so that he could ask her a question. “Can I ask you something?” He asked, but he didn’t wait for her answer, because he was kissing her again. “What’s your middle name?” maybe they could get to know each other and have sex at the same time. There was a way to make both things happen at once right?

[Hannah Briden]

Hannah beamed when he said he could do it again. God, he tongue felt amazing, in her mouth, on her neck, traveling up her stomach - wherever. When he said she was ticklish, she just shrugged, unsuspecting of his plans to attack. "Ah, no!" she cried, bursting into a fit of giggles when he reached out and began tickling her sides and neck. When he touched her knees, she laughed even harder, trying not to spasm and squirm around too much. Eventually, she gave up fighting back and let him continue tickling her. She fell onto her back, and he leaned over her as she panted, exhausted from snickering and trying not to die from being tickled. He was lucky she was in control of herself or she might have accidentally whacked him in the head - she was known to be violent when under a tickle attack. She was working on that problem...

It was hard to listen functionally and be kissed by Aiden at the same time. She heard him, of course, but she also heard her libido cheering her on to take off his clothes and get to it. Stupid inner sex goddess - kisses just made her super horny. "Oh," she managed to squeak, more surprised than upset. "I understand," she murmured in between all of his kisses. She really did get it, too. She wasn't one for labeling things either, and it was a little bit soon to start being boyfriend and girlfriend. "We're just Aiden and Hannah," she said, satisfied with that title. They'd figure it out later; even though she really wanted to know now, she could wait. It was good to wait, too - no finding out who he was after she was committed, no arguing over stupid couples things, no Facebook statuses and hearts in text messages - that was fine with her.

She did want to know Aiden more, but she didn't know how to ask that. She would want to ask him on a date, but it seemed kind of stupid now. They needed to just hang out to get to know each other. She knew he liked Zombieland and he had a cat and his best friend was a nice boy named Jem. She knew that he didn't have his hair dyed much because he was kind of new to it. She knew that he was really friendly to people and didn't automatically hate her sister for being overly bitchy sometimes, which was nice, because most people disliked Sierra and then turned around and started despising Hannah, too. But aside from that, what did she know? He looked good in a pair of skinny jeans and long hair worked really well on him? That wasn't very substantial.

Hannah enjoyed being flat on her back in his bed, underneath him as he kissed her again and again, sometimes with tongue and sometimes not. "Huh?" She said, distractedly. Oh, her middle name. She actually had to think - he was so good at doing what he did that she could hardly control her mouth enough to do anything but kiss him over and over. "Oh, uh," this time she leaned up for a kiss, biting softly on his lower lip before pulling away with a smirk. "It's Elizabeth - Hannah Elizabeth," she said. "What's your's?" She asked. Okay, he was really good at ending a serious conversation. Before she knew it, she had her legs wrapped around his hips, kissing him again and again, hoping he'd find the time to slide in an answer during it all without actually stopping.

[Aiden Munslow]

Who needed feelings anyway? This was better than all of that feelings stuff. He wanted to ask her more questions but it was hard to talk, and kiss at the same time. He couldn’t think of another question, and actually find the right words to form the question. He didn’t know what to ask, and he was too busy kissing her to ask, he didn’t want to stop to ask a question, or to answer hers. The way that she but his lip before answering his question, he found that to be extremely sexy. He didn’t even know the answer to her question, and he actually had to think about what his middle name was before he could pull away to answer the question.

“It’s Scott,” he said breathlessly, trying to catch his breath before he started kissing her again. Why it took him so long to figure out his own middle name he didn’t know. That was irrelevant though because at this point he had figured out that it was really hard to get to know someone while you made out with them. Since he wasn’t sure how to take off her corset he didn’t bother with that, and instead reached for the buttons on her pants, and unbuttoned them so that she could take them off. Then he went back to kissing her.

[Hannah Briden]

Hannah let out a mental sigh of relief when it took Aiden a moment to answer, too. Good, so she wasn't the only one to forget their middle name in a time of passion. Who really cared about the formalities of names at a time like this, though? Oh, so his full name was Aiden Scott Munslow, she knew that much, now. Knowing his name was a pretty good step for them, right? Friends know names, so now that they knew each other's names, instant friends. Or, whatever it meant. She knew she wasn't making the least bit of sense in her thoughts, but she didn't care. She was focused on kissing him, enjoying every second of his hands touching her skin - oh.

He unbuttoned her pants, skipping right over her shirt. Probably because it was a corset and it looked confusing, even though it wasn't. All it took was a quick unzip and she had freed herself from her shirt, tossing it to the side and off of his bed. Her lingerie today was at least better than a sports bra. A white strapless bra wasn't that interesting, but she sneaked her hands down to her hips and yanked off her jeans, kicking them aside. So tie-dye underwear wasn't that amazing, but whatever. She honestly hadn't planned on getting laid after the party, so this was a pleasant surprise - a very pleasant surprise.

She reached up, hooking her arms around his neck, pulling him in for more kisses. Maybe Hannah wasn't a sex addict like her sister, but she really liked kisses. "Wait," she stopped, pulling away. She was breathless, panting, chest heaving. That's what making out did to you - took your breath away, in the good way. "Protection?" she asked, realizing it wasn't even a full sentence question. She didn't really care but still. "I don't have anything with me."

[Aiden Munslow]

“Oh yeah,” he hadn’t been thinking about protection before she mentioned it, and it was probably a good idea to use it. He rolled off her and walked over to his dresser and pulled a condom out of one of the drawers. He was glad that Esme gave him a bunch of condoms that one time or he probably wouldn’t have had any, while he was standing up he kicked off his shoes and stripped out of his jeans and T shirt to make things easier. He thanked mentally thanked Esme for giving him all the condoms. He leaned over Hannah and kissed her again, after making out for a moment he pulled away breathlessly, and kissed her neck, and her stomach, until he got to the waistband of her underwear. He let his lips linger on one of her scars. He kissed her scars, gently. This was definitely something they were going to have to talk about sooner or later, but he figured now was not the time.

Eventually his lips found their way back up to hers, and he let his tongue explore her mouth again they were making out. He had noticed that there was so many scars on her stomach, and a small part of him wanted to stop and ask her about them, but another larger part just wanted to keep kissing her, and didn’t want to stop, because kissing her felt so good. He wasn’t sure if it was because of his feelings for her, or maybe she was just good at it, but every time he kissed her it felt so good. Her tongue felt so good in his mouth, and he didn’t want to stop.

[Hannah Briden]

Hannah laid there on her back, slowly catching her breath when Aiden got up to get the condom. She sort of turned her head to the side, glancing over as he removed his clothes except for his boxers. This was the second time they were doing it in what, two days? It was probably bad that they hardly knew each other, but she felt like it was a bad thing to do. Not bad in the way that she didn't want to do it, but in the way that it was a social mistake. Like she cared, though - she wasn't known for making good choices, nor was she the girl who cared what other people said. She did, at one point, but now she was over that.

She smiled when he came back, leaning over her again for more kissing. Every time they kissed, it was electric. It felt like those movie kisses, the ones that happen at the very end of the movie when the music is loud and everyone just lets out that big sigh and thinks, "Ah, that's a good kiss." At least, that's what Hannah thought it felt like. She giggled when his lips trailed her neck, her sternum, down the same trail he took when they did body shots. Eventually he stopped just before her underwear - "You're such a tease," she had muttered - and she let out a nervous giggle. He was paused on one of her scars, having just kissed it, and part of her wished he would stop. Another part of her really liked it - not in the pleasurable way, but in the way that she appreciated that he was so gentle about them. Like they didn't exist if she didn't want them to. Everyone wants a guy to kiss their scars and hold them in their arms and tell them that they'd kiss the pain away - or, at least, that's what Hannah wanted. She was getting it, just not in the exact way she expected.

Oh god, his tongue in her mouth was so much fun. She really liked making out; it was like the best before-sex thing ever. Her fingers ran a line from his shoulders to his chest to the line of his boxers. Before, they'd just undressed themselves and got to it. Would it be weird if she took his boxers off for him? She didn't really care; they were going to come off eventually, right? She just went with it, kissing him and touching and totally enjoying it.