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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[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. ]

[thom-293.livejournal.com]

[he just. stares. for a moment.]

Carter--

[oh god what is he about to do.]

Hey. C'mere?

[nobleleader.livejournal.com]

[ he knows where this is going.

Knows he should stop this right here.





And he's not.

Carter heads over silently, making no efforts to hide how he's reacted, as that's impossible. ]

Thom.

[thom-293.livejournal.com]

[Just having Carter say his name--

That? Is all the caution being thrown to the fucking everliving wind. And then Thom forcibly grabs Carter by his shirt front and hauls him for the bed.

Sorry bro you are going to have more shit to delete later. OH THE HUMANITY.]

[nobleleader.livejournal.com]

[ It's not so much dragging because Carter's going willingly with him and pressing him back to the bed, sliding his hands all over the man's front, shoving his shirt aside to spread his hands over Thom's stomach and chest, trying to push him back down, wrestling just a little bit. ]

[thom-293.livejournal.com]

[lol you wish.

Thom catches Carter's wrist, jerks him sideways and oh are you landing ass first on the bed now? He may not have a single fucking clue what he's doing, but he knows he wants to be in charge of round two.]

[nobleleader.livejournal.com]

[ FFFFF.

Carter makes a noise in response, finding himself ass-first on the bed, giving Thom a narrow-eyed look in challenge, jerking him in by his shirt, tugging it up so he can run rough hands over the mess of scars and skin there, swallowing. ]

I feel like I had a better idea of what to do, last night.

[ 8( murmurs it, curling fingers in his beltloops, to drag their hips together and oh, god that was a good idea. ]

[thom-293.livejournal.com]

[He's okay with this much at least, and he just braces one hand beside Carter's head and presses the other down along his side, fingers kneading the muscle through the shirt he hasn't quite gotten off yet. He's not exactly being gentle about it.

After all, they're Spartans.]

My suggestion? Lie back and take it. Sir.

[all the stupidly mischievous grins.]

[nobleleader.livejournal.com]

[ He doesn't mind being on the bottom, but it's a little disconcerting because some small part of him, even now, is saying that he needs to be on top, he needs to take responsibility for this, needs to be the instigator if they're going to do this. fsngsjfs.

Except, apparently he's not going to be, because at that, Carter makes a low noise in response. Much as he's always been in control, that little comment makes heat pool in his belly, and he nods, silently. ]

Understood.

[ unbuttoning your pants :| ]

[thom-293.livejournal.com]

[what did he just say to his commanding officer.

except there are other things he needs to worry about right now like--]

Uh. I just. In the shower.

[r-rofl embarrassed again.]

Need to --

[rofl, sob, he just groans and rests his forehead against Carter's shoulder rofl why is this so difficult to talk about.]

Figured I'd try the whole--

[HRGH MENTAL KEYSMASH FUCK THIS. He's just going to make his intentions very clear by, you know, reclaiming Carter's wrist and bringing it up to brush his lips against his palm before he heads south.]