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York blinked several times before letting his eyes flutter shut, telling the rational part of his mind that was nagging at him to fuck off and die. He wasn't about to let an opportunity like this pass him by, even if he only let himself enjoy it for a moment.
He let his tongue slide across Comrie's bottom lip and although he would deny it forever, he whimpered as the younger boy opened his mouth and sucked on his tongue, teeth scraping just enough to cause a bit of discomfort, not quite pain. York didnt know why Comrie was here, dressed like that, or why he suddenly seemed insistent on turning his body to jello, certain areas excluded, but quite frankly, he wasn't about to look this gift horse in the mouth.
Unfortunately, Anson would be back soon, and while he was a great dancing partner, he might not react that well to practically trying to crawl into a Wolverine's skin. So, his first priority became getting to the far side of the room, which meant pulling back from the kiss. Comrie wasn't making it easy for him, lips following his until he'd come far back enough that he couldnt follow.
"We've gotta get out of here before Anson gets back," he yelled over the noise.
"Carter? Screw him." Comrie's voice seemed unnaturally low, with his lips nestled right against Yorks ear.
"Look, can we just move a bit?" He grabbed hold of Comrie's hand without waiting for an answer, and began to weave his way among the twisting crowd, which wasnt too easy as Comrie was constantly trying to distract him by running his finger along his wrist. Despite what he had said about the gift horse, he couldnt help wondering why the usually reserved boy was so overtly sexual. He'd never seemed vaguely interested, no matter how he tried to twist every action.
He knew he would hate himself for this later, which never led anywhere good but at the moment, he couldnt bring himself to care.
He didnt even notice they had made it to the wall until he was pushed up against it and kissed suddenly, Comrie's tongue pushing its way into his mouth and exploring with something akin to possessiveness. York didnt bother to fight it, but instead brought his hands up to tangle in Comrie's hair, pulling him even closer and enjoying the ride.
This time, it was Comrie that pulled back first, grinning widely. "So the little mouse wanted to come out and play," he said with a giggle, which although it didnt make much sense, York paid almost no attention to anyway. He was preoccupied with the feel of Comries hair, unnaturally soft for its length. He let his hand trail down, just the ghost of a touch over the younger boys neck, watching it arch at the simple touch. He repeated the motion, for purely scientific purposes of course, and to his amusement received the same response.
"So Thumbelina has a weak spot," he said with a grin, bending forward and letting his tongue follow the same trail, grinning when Comrie threw his head all the way back, his fingers digging almost painfully into Yorks shoulders. "You like that?"
"Stop talking," Comrie said, biting on Yorks ear to emphasise his point.
York went along with it; Comrie's responsiveness seemed a lot more interesting right now anyways. He began to suck gently at the juncture of shoulder and neck, hand slipping in what was currently passing for his shirt, grinning as he found the bellybutton ring. He let it fall over the tip of his finger and tugged lightly, eliciting a loud gasp.
He figured there was a lot he didnt know about Comrie, if the last five minutes were anything to go by.
Comrie himself was far from being a passive participant, his tongue tracing the contour of York's earlobe as his fingers seemed to be mapping every inch of York's body that they could reach, the softest of touches still managing to be electric. His hands splayed over York's hips, and their heat could be felt even through the thick denim.
"Someones having fun," he said, laughing lowly.
"Hey, if I cant talk why can-" he was cut off as Comrie pressed fully against him, pinning against the wall and grinding his thigh against Yorks painfully hard cock.
He mentally shrugged, deciding to let Comrie have his way. After all, even having the younger boy might quiet the demons; make it all right to want him, if even for a few moments. Because now, here, while it was still so very wrong, at least he was wanted.
Maybe it would be enough.
Comrie began to slide down York's body, stopping to nip at a collarbone, trailing his fingers down York's arms, biting softly on a wrist as he sank to his knees. To York's relief, he said nothing about the marks there, either he for some reason didnt notice them, or he just didnt want to ask. And that was just fine, as York didnt want to answer.
"This is a lot different with the aspirin," Comrie said, barely audible over the pounding noise. Yorks rational mind decided to kick in, and he pulled Comrie to his feet.
"What?" he asked.
Comrie had apparently forgotten about not wanting York to talk as he only smiled blindingly and began to play with York's shirt collar as he began to babble. "Yeah. A bunch of friends dragged me here, and gave me aspirin, I thought it was drugs at first, but I feel completely normal, so it cant be, right?" He giggled again, and this time the sound made York's stomach turn.
Comrie was talking again, but he wasn't paying attention.
Florida probably had more chance of winning the cup than that pill being an aspirin. He could be anyone; Comrie probably wouldnt care in the state he was in. Hell, the kid probably had no clue who he even was. Comrie didnt want him. He couldnt care less about him.
Suddenly feeling dizzy, he pushed Comrie away, stopping him mid-sentence, and made his way back through the crowd, barely noticing the bumps and jostles.
"Mike," Anson said, seemingly appearing out of nowhere. "Where have you been?"
"I've got to get out of here," York managed to choke out. "Now."
"Are you sure? Cause we did drive an hour and a half to get here without the bus and it was your idea..."
"Please." He didnt want to explain why, not at the moment anyways.
Anson sighed, and then nodded. "All right then, lets get you to a hotel room."
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