so there was this once drunk party last night...

[hyperlethality.livejournal.com]

THE MORNING AFTER MEME

 

Last night was great. You drank, you gambled, you ran around naked, you hooked up with a girl/guy or three-- too bad you can't remember it. Waking up in a hotel bed isn't so bad but...

Who is this person next to you?

You know how it is, folks!

1. Post with your character.
2. Tag other people and try and piece the night together or not. Up to you.
3. Anything allowed so long as muns are cool with it.
4. Profit!

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[nobleleader.livejournal.com]

Oh.









I'm--

[ Oh god. It's with morbid fascination that he's watching himself get to his knees and shove Thom's hips against the wall, fighting with his pants, uncoordinated and tugging them down the rest of the way until he's got Thom's dick in his face, and wow, drunk-self, way to not really hesitate much.

It's like a trainwreck, watching himself stroking Thom's dick awkwardly and then when he wraps his lips around it, he just kind of freezes, unable to hit stop. ]

I'm sorry.

[ OHHHHHHHHH GOD. ]

[thom-293.livejournal.com]

[that shouldn't be as hot as it is, that shouldn't be as hot as it is, that shouldn't--

oh god that is not working hnrgh subtle readjustment of junk...]

I -

[oh god]

- seem to have been a willing collaborator.

[IS THIS WHERE HE THINKS ABOUT BASEBALL...]

[nobleleader.livejournal.com]

[ Drawing in a slow breath. ]

Evidently.

[ It's not the most graceful thing, either, because for all the porn that Carter's watched (which isn't much, but it's some) Carter's not really great at blowjobs. ]

I'm not sure how long this goes on for.

[thom-293.livejournal.com]

[HE JUST CLOSES HIS EYES.]

Uh.

[can't he just get his own personal re-enact-- FFF GDMIT BRAIN.]

Sore jaw?

[that's probably a good gauge right]

[nobleleader.livejournal.com]

[ Glancing at Thom, shrugging. ]

Somewha--

[ no, stopping right there sweet jesus. ]

[thom-293.livejournal.com]

... Right. Sorry.

[so fucking hideously embarrassed. forever.]

[nobleleader.livejournal.com]

Ah.

[ fast forwarding, hnngh. ]

[thom-293.livejournal.com]

[Wow, Commander, he had no idea you were that flexible - also how did your desk survive having a Spartan thrown on it...]

[nobleleader.livejournal.com]

[ he drops his hand off the fast forward a moment and just stares at Thom apologetically, exhaling. ]

Well.

[ Except for the fact when he turns off fast-forward, it plays and the volume is up and on and loud. ]

[thom-293.livejournal.com]

[s-so weakly]

At least the desk came out more or less intact?

[oh no and then there's sound

ARE THOSE NOISES COMING FROM HIM OH MY GOD ALL THE INCENSE FOREVER]

[nobleleader.livejournal.com]

[ SLAMS ON THE MUTE just in time to hear what sounds an awful lot like his name being moaned, sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeet jesus why. ]

I'm sorry.

[ FAST FORWARD AGAIN, COME ON just let him get to the end so he knows where to delete from -- ]

[thom-293.livejournal.com]

[just. standing so fucking still right now.]

You can - probably stop apologizing. It's a little redundant.

[oh god he's so horny again wat is sex drive carter y u do dis to him]

[nobleleader.livejournal.com]

Probably.

[ His voice is just a little tighter, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't reacting, too, hand tight on the table as he watches the clock keep going, watches them make their way into the bathroom, and he's pretty sure they'd be able to hear the crack of the glass as Thom's hands hit it, were it not muted. ]

[thom-293.livejournal.com]

[is it hot in here or is it just him.]

Permission to speak freely, sir?

[nobleleader.livejournal.com]

[ that pause probably explains that he's not quite sure he wants to know. ]

Granted.

[thom-293.livejournal.com]

[O-oh losing his nerve now.

rofl goddamn, he's a Spartan. Drop him ten miles behind enemy lines armed with nothing so sinister as a goddamned butter knife and he is totally cool. This? OTHER THINGS ENTIRELY.]

... Wouldn't have minded remembering.

[hngh there he said it can he go die now.]

[nobleleader.livejournal.com]

[ a sideways look, and then Carter pushes the pause button, just looking at Thom, quiet. ]

I wouldn't have either.

[thom-293.livejournal.com]

[sooooooooo do you come here often...]

I. Uh. Understood. Sir.

[rofl his voice is a little rough.]

[nobleleader.livejournal.com]

[ Just. Looking at him for a long moment, and it's not that cursory glance to make sure he's uninjured. It's the look he's given Kat a few times, because even with all the training and the fact he's not ever been too interested in sex, it doesn't mean he doesn't react. ]

I have to keep reviewing this so I know from which points to delete. You-- can stay if you want, but you don't have to.

[thom-293.livejournal.com]

[thank god for nearly two decades of military discipline, otherwise he'd have slammed you into a wall and had his wicked way with you at that look.]

You mind if I?

[he sort of. tosses his head in the direction of the shower.]

[nobleleader.livejournal.com]

[ Oh, god.

Carter's eyes widen and his voice is lower, rougher, failing the first time when he tries to speak. ]

No. No, that's-- Feel free.

[thom-293.livejournal.com]

[should he salute or what should he do with his hands or--

FUCK IT HE'S JUST GOING TO GO SHOWER.

And. Jerk off. And sure maybe he's trying to be quiet about it but superhuman hearing? Probably not conducive to the privacy he wants.

How about an encore of that name he'd moaned out earlier.]

[nobleleader.livejournal.com]

[ Oh, god. Carter just stands there a long moment, watching Thom go, hearing the door close and the water start, and as soon as he's gone, Carter exhales hard and grips the table a little more sharply. Between you and Kat, goddamnit.

He hits play again and fast forward to blow through it, but the sound of Thom's voice is too loud for him to ignore and he slides a hand down, adjusting himself with a tight, strained noise, not sure what to do from here on out. It's impossible to hide, and Thom's going to come out eventually. ]

[thom-293.livejournal.com]

[Okay, normally? Normally it takes him a while to have one off. Sure, he wakes up some mornings with a hard on, just like any guy that wasn't a seven foot tall supersoldier, but he doesn't have a lot of interest in... well, sex. Or masturbation. Or either. Or both?

But hnghh just imagining Carter's mouth on his cock, that awkward moment of 'where do i put my hands fuck it' that followed--

Yeah that's a record wank. Thank god for showers.

So now he's left to clean himself up and get out of the shower. He still can't justify taking longer than a few minutes at a time. Aaaaand then he's dressed again and heading back out into the room and--

Oh.

Oh.

His stride, generally so confident, falters. DOES HE PRETEND NOT TO NOTICE THE FACT THAT HIS CO'S GOT A HARD ON does he just roll with (on? eSATDJF:SLDKJF GODDAMNIT--) it?]

[nobleleader.livejournal.com]

[ the room is too hot, and Carter's pants are too tight and everything is too much.

Carter tips his head back and sighs at the ceiling, forcing himself not to do anything right now, not touch himself, not do anything like that. ]

Welcome back.

[ trying not to imagine how you'd looked on the fucking desk, bent over with all his papers and-- ]

I'm almost done reviewing, I think.

[ just. standing. there. ]