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@ 2010-08-24 01:05:00

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dean thomas, drew summers

Who: Drew & Dean
When: Saturday night
Where: Seedy Nightclub Number 5
What: Drunk, dancing and quietly despairing
Rating: R+?

It wasn't like Drew to do things like this.

Well, it hadn't been like Drew to do things like this, but that was in the days before, where he didn't have to use Pepper Up to stay awake or Dreamless to fall asleep or have what appeared to be a genuine inability to keep his legs closed.

He'd been kicked out of the last place he'd been drinking in (pub, club... someone's house? he couldn't really recall anymore) because he'd been caught with his back up against the wall getting hammered and loudly by some bulky unknown who hadn't even had the courtesy to get him off before leaving.

Oh well. There was always the next club which had plenty of other guys, and drinks and music so loud and heavy it could change the beat of your heart to suit the tune. It wasn't a gay club but slutty was slutty and Drew tended to blur the lines for a few people anyway. He was high on something - probably not 'life' - and almost too drunk to see straight, but as long as he could remain upright he could still dance, and while he could dance he could, well...

He wasn't being paid to get up on one of the tables and strip like a five-quid hooker, but he did it anyway. And all the while, as he laughed and the clothes came off and the bouncers realised and started making their way towards him, all the while he ruthlessly pushed back that little part of him, almost dead, that whimpered at what he was doing, that just wanted to go home to Ozzie, curl up in the boy's arms and cry.

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inkeddean
2010-08-24 01:22 am UTC (link)

Dean's conversation with Seamus had gotten him thinking. Generally his luck at bars was complete shite, and clubs were even worse, but Seamus was right - it had been a long bloody time - and seeing the flyers today, and filing the final papers... it had all just seemed so solid and final.

And it really made him feel like he needed to get the hell out and have some fun.

He hadn't really found fun at the club, though. He was nursing his second drink slowly, trying to politely get a middle aged woman who was far too large for her lycra off of his trail, when the commotion started and he saw the bouncers headed for a table. For a second, he imagined that the boy there looked really damned familiar....

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summers_here
2010-08-24 01:31 am UTC (link)

Drew saw the bouncers head for him and leapt, half-naked (the upper half thankfully) across the tables to get away, wobbling a lot but finally slipping off and falling into some random's lap where he hunkered down, casting glances for the bored looking bouncers.

He looked up at dark eyes and a gorgeous face and there was no twinge of memory just yet, not in th strobe effect lights where Drew was so completely off his face that he couldn't recognise his hand as his own.

"Heeyyyy..." he drew out with a dirty grin, his arms coming to go around Dean's neck, nuzzling in against Dean's pulse like he belonged there, semingly ignorant of personal space. "I'm sorry" he apologised for landing on the man before he licked, licked, a heated tongue up Dan's cheek to his ear. "Wanna take me somewhere and let me make it up to you?" he purred, his voice smoky and low and hoarse, sounding like sex on legs if only because he'd been throat fucked a couple of times at some point this evening.

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inkeddean
2010-08-24 01:37 am UTC (link)

Dean had just almost managed to place him with the boy landed in his lap and he had to try all over again - Drew? Was it? But he'd changed, looked older and ... well, like the night hadn't been all that good to him, really, drunk and maybe something more behind it.

Which didn't seem to matter to his skin when the younger boy licked that line up his throat - something that always got to him faster than it should.

"You're... about to get thrown out of here, you know?" He tried, like that was an excuse to get out of there.

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summers_here
2010-08-24 03:15 am UTC (link)

Drew giggled almost into Dean's ear and then bit - gently - on the boy's earlobe. "Hmm, you best get me out of here quick then." he suggested, his body moving against Dean's like a cat that wanted attention, like he had no control over what he was doing.

He couldn't really see straight unless he kept one eye closed, but it wouldn't have mattered in the diim light of th club anyway - that and Drew was used to seeing Dean's face appear when Dean wasn't there; Dean, Ozzie, Alfie, the faces of people he had real feelings for appeared to him at times, usually when he was high like this. Usually they made him break down into tears, but the fake/maybe/probably-not Dean was just, just a warm body and another person.

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inkeddean
2010-08-25 12:43 am UTC (link)

Dean... had not thought of this. Hadn't thought of Drew at all, really, save for a few times he'd seen him writing in his journal, and even then Dean was sorry to say he hadn't paid much attention.

He obviously should have, because something wasn't right here, and whatever wasn't right was also biting at his ear and sliding against him, and he'd be damned if he didn't feel himself start to respond to that, even when he knew he shouldn't.

"Yeah, before you get arrested..." he managed to say, sitting his drink down and trying to stand.

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	summers_here 2010-08-25 02:17 am UTC (link)
	Drew wrapped his arms around Dean's neck, guessing the man could take his weight and wrapping his legs around Dean's waist, giggling giddily as he did. "Gonna get myself arreste~d" he sang offkey before squirming like a puppy against the stranger, rubbing at the back of the not-Dean's neck and sucking at his collarbone, waiting to be lifted. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

inkeddean
2010-08-28 01:19 am UTC (link)

"Have to quit that now," Dean said, but he didn't sound convincing at all - voice husky and still a bit surprised. And the way Drew was wrapped up around him, it wasn't like he wouldn't be able to feel he was getting to him. Dean decided to salvage what was left of both of their dignities by trying to maneuver his way out of the club and into the cold air outside.

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summers_here
2010-08-28 01:42 am UTC (link)

Drew whined in protest and did quite the opposite with a drunk and teasing giggle, laving his tongue over what seemed to him to be flawless skin; he did stop the wriggling though, chosing to pass his attentions to the business of clinging to Dean to stop himself from sliding down and falling - he didn't mind leaving the club as long as he had a hot body like this one to leave with him.

He couldn't feel his cheeks.

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inkeddean
2010-08-28 01:45 am UTC (link)

Dean managed to get them out of the club without too much worry, and he'd have cared about the looks they were getting if Drew wasn't suctioned to that place at his throat that made him throb.

He was panting, biting hard at the inside of his lip, by the time the cold air hit them. And there was a crowd there, so he ducked into the alley beside the club with Drew still wrapped around him.

"Summers... hey.. we're outside. It's okay. You can..." he should tell him to get off, right? That was the right thing to do.

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summers_here
2010-08-28 03:27 am UTC (link)

Drew giggled, being lifted and carried like that making his tummy flip in pleasant ways, making him laugh. He felt the way Dean reacted to him and he knew how to react when this happened, and then Dean was taking him into an alley and, well, it was like a proper bed or a hotel room to him.

The use of his name made him falter a bit but the location and his position and the other words, permission falling from the guy's mouth had him grin and continue on. He slid down Dean's body, keeping full contact all the way down, keeping his hand over the noticeable arousal as he got to his knees and squeezed it, looking up in preparation to open those jeans and get things started.

He looked up into a face he remembered from better days and stopped, blinking. "Dean?" he asked, a slightly tense laugh in his voice as though he knew there was no way it could be a boy he'd once asked out.

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inkeddean
2010-08-31 12:54 am UTC (link)

Fuck. Dean couldn't breathe, and when Drew was on his knees and his hands were on him to open his pants he really couldn't speak up to stop him. The question, at least, penetrated - he hadn't thought that maybe Drew hadn't recognized him.

He blinked a few times, and swallowed, relaxing back against the wall and a few inches now from Drew and his hands. "Yeah. Hey, mate. Long time, yeah? You alright?" The words were thick, but Dean at least managed them.

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summers_here
2010-08-31 06:43 am UTC (link)

Drew dropped his hands to his own knees loosely and looked up at his former crush like he didn't believe he was there, as though processing the fact that this WAS Dean was too much for his mind to take.

"No..." he said slowly. "You're not Dean." The smile he gave looked like it was the only thing holding Drew together at that moment. "You're not." If it was, Drew was going to cry. He needed this not to be Dean.

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	inkeddean 2010-08-31 11:12 pm UTC (link)
	Dean looked confused, but at least the time without Drew licking at him gave him enough time to get control of himself, calm down. "Sorry?" He offered, because he couldn't very well be someone else. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	summers_here 2010-09-02 09:56 pm UTC (link)
	"Sorry?" Drew stammered, blinking like it would change what he was seeing. He shook his head like that would change it too. "Sorry what?? You're not..." his voice shook, panic in it rising. "You're not Dean!" he said, trying to make it true. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	inkeddean 2010-09-10 01:22 am UTC (link)
	"Right...." Dean looked even more confused now, and he felt like a complete git, letting things get as far as they had when Drew obviously hadn't known who he was. "Except I am. Long time, right? It's okay...." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

summers_here
2010-09-10 09:23 pm UTC (link)

Drew caved back on his arms, sprawled on his ass on the dirty floor, looking up in horror at the real, the true Dean. His mouth opened to say something but closed again because what could he say?

The swirling high he'd been feeling before, that drunkeness, it gave way to a sick and sticky nausea. He wanted to be home. He wanted to be dreaming. He wanted Ozzie.

Okay? "Okay?" he whispered, and he hadn't felt his eyes well up but they were, blank and glassy and still staring up at Dean. "This is most definitely not... okay."

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	inkeddean 2010-09-10 09:56 pm UTC (link)
	Dean frowned, any lingering sense of being turned on disappearing entirely when he saw the wetness in Drew's eyes welling up. Tears? Really? He was such a bastard. "No, Drew, really..." Dean fumbled for words and felt himself blush again. "Hey, I mean, not how I meant to see you again, but it's fine... I wasn't upset or bothered or anything. Come on...." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

summers_here
2010-09-12 01:13 pm UTC (link)

Fine? It was fine? Drew looked up at Dean with something like anger in his eyes, but none of it was aimed at anyone but him.

"Fine was it? You're not bothered? Well if you're not bothered Dean, if you're not fucking bothered then, then..." His fingers fumbled at Dean's trousers, his hands trembling as he tried to get them open, something completely other than anger at Dean going on there.

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	inkeddean 2010-09-12 03:33 pm UTC (link)
	Dean wasn't sure what he'd done, but he reached for Drew's hands again, stopped them, shrunk back against the wall as much as his large frame could. "Drew!" He said, and then rushed to try, "Mate, come on...." He really didn't know what was going on here. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

summers_here
2010-09-12 04:24 pm UTC (link)

Drew couldn't seem to catch his breath suddenly, his chest heaving as he gulped back air, staring at Dean without really seeeing him until something clicked and he pulled back, burying his face into his hands, still on his knees and looking like he was about to be executed.

He was still for a moment but then there was a little hitch of his shoulders that showed that he'd started crying. He didn't want to be here, he didn't want to.

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	inkeddean 2010-09-12 09:16 pm UTC (link)
	Dean had no idea what he'd done, or how to fix it, but he knew that Drew was crying and so he reached, a little awkwardly - still embarrassed - to try to tug him up. "Hey, no, it's fine. Don't... Drew, I didn't mean it. Come here..." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	summers_here 2010-09-12 09:31 pm UTC (link)
	Drew stumbled up to his feet as Dean tugged at him and leaned a little too heavily into his old school friend's chest for him to really be okay to stand on his own. He kept his hands over his face, too ashamed to even look at Dean, sobbing like his heart was breaking at the fact that someone he thought so much of could see how far he'd fallen. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	inkeddean 2010-09-12 09:33 pm UTC (link)
	Dean was tense for a second, not sure if he should, but it wasn't in his nature not to try to comfort a friend, and he wrapped his arms around instead, tucking Drew's face against his shoulder and letting him cry. "It's really okay." He said, over and over. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	summers_here 2010-09-12 09:34 pm UTC (link)
	Drew was too lost in his misery to really try and refute that, although he felt as though nothing was further from the truth. "I want to go home." he said, soggy against Dean's shoulder. "I don't want to be here." It was probably best that he didn't clarify that point. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	inkeddean 2010-09-12 09:37 pm UTC (link)
	Dean understood that, at least. "Alright." He said, not quite letting Drew go because he was sure he was still crying. "Can I help you get home?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	summers_here 2010-09-12 09:41 pm UTC (link)
	Drew shook his head, effectively nuzzling against Dean through his hands. "No, no, I caused you enough trouble..." then there was a fresh bout of tears. "I'm going to wake Ozzie up!" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	inkeddean 2010-09-12 09:43 pm UTC (link)
	Dean didn't' know who Ozzie was, or why it was so bad to wake him up, but he found himself petting fingers through Drew's hair, trying to calm him down again. "I'm sure it'll be okay?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	summers_here 2010-09-12 09:50 pm UTC (link)
	Drew sniffled as Dean pet through his hair but it eased his crying; something he'd taken was still roaming around in his system and the physical touch felt nice, soothing, made him quiet and pliant against Dean's chest. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	inkeddean 2010-09-12 09:59 pm UTC (link)
	Dean felt him relaxing and hoped that meant he was helping, somehow. "If you need a place to stay tonight..." He offered, unsure that he really should be doing it. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

summers_here
2010-09-13 06:45 am UTC (link)

Drew could have fallen asleep right there, warm and safe (for once) against Dean's chest.

But he couldn't.

He stood up, wiping at his face, the drugs in his system flip-flopping his emotions about. "No, no." he said, because the last thing he wanted was his dirty person in Dean's flat. He didn't want anymore ruin than he'd already caused.

"No, thank you, I've got a hotel room booked... I should just go back." That wasn't strictly true, but Dean didn't know that.

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