Realistic or Modern [ 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 ]

[jay.rain]

wren -- @ kahil and reylin's
w/ elliot, kahil, levi, everyone else

Wren shot Levi a look when the man looked Elliot over a little too enthusiastically. "I'd say it matters. Your dad's a fucking legend, man. If I didn't know who he was, I'd probably be treating you a lot worse right now." Kahil snorted a laugh at Levi's words and nudged him roughly with his knee as he snatched the blunt from his fingers. "Shut up, moron, he won't be able to tell that you're joking." The redhead took a hearty pull and let the smoke sit in his lungs as he passed the thing off to Wren. The boxer took it with a nod and brought it up to his lips.

"Alright, enough of this. I'm gonna keep this--" he lifted the blunt and took another hit before handing it to Elliot and taking his cup. He scoffed at its emptiness. "Fuck. Alright, O'Malley." He locked eyes with the other and tipped his head back to down his own drink. "Off we go," he declared cheerfully before letting out a very unladylike burp. He reached back to place his hand at the small of the other boy's back; a reflex for walking with someone he wanted to control in a very specific direction. As they passed Levi, he reached down and swatted the man on the back of the head, earning a sharp yell of protest. A smirk curled at the corner of his mouth as he took his blunt back, winked at his companion, and pushed through the main entrance into a haze of weed smoke, fake fog, and loud noise. Not to mention the epilepsy-inducing lights paired with the crowd of bodies already scattered around the main living room. A pong table was being set up, but Wren was much more interested in steering Elliot towards the drink table. He tipped a bottle of vodka into his cup and then a bit of coke, mostly just to fix the colour. "So, on a scale of one to sloppy, how drunk am I letting you get?"

Wren's brow flickered with confusion when Levi strolled back into the house and immediately waved him over. His heart leapt in his chest and he couldn't help the growing feeling that this half-baked plan in his head was actually coming to some sort of fruition. "Sounds uhh... Super good. Hey, don't get lost; I'll be right back." He placed a big hand on top of Elliot's head and ruffled his hair. "Actually. Don't move at all. If I lose you in this crowd, no one will ever find you again." And with that, he disappeared into the crowd.​

 

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[jay.rain]

wren, levi, nii, kahil -- @ kahil's
w/ elliot, everyone else

Nii stumbled out of the crowd, jaw slack and cheeks bright red from the heat of the surrounding bodies. His shirt was slightly askew and his pupils were blown out wide from some substance. He was grabbing some sort of carbonated vodka drink when his gaze locked onto Elliot. "Oh, wow" he grinned at the other boy and popped open the tab on his drink as he all but bounced over to him and immediately snaked an arm around his waist. "You're so pretty! What's your name? Where'd you come from? Who brought you? Oh my goddd, you're so lanky~! Are you into guys?"

--

It took Wren a couple of minutes to track his friends down again after losing them to the crowd and he was just about to give up to go back to Elliot when he finally caught sight of Levi flagging him down. He jogged over, cheeks puffed out in what definitely could be considered a pout. "What the fuck; you get me to chase you and then you just fucking disappear--"

"You brought. Vincent. O'Malley's. Fucking. Spawn."

Wren grinned and plucked the freshly-rolled blunt from Kahil's hand before the redhead could even light it, using the one the fighter already had to do the job. He put both in his mouth, still beaming dumbly at the others. "Sure did. He's kind of a shrimp, huh? Acts like it, too. Super insecure. He's pretty interesting. I really wanna know what his dad taught him, but he refuses to show me--"

"Y'all friends or what?" Levi interrupted, something he was exceedingly comfortable doing. Wren furrowed his brow in annoyance but stayed polite.

"Nah, not really. He seems to like me a bit though."

Levi grinned in his dangerous way. "You've always wanted my bike, right?" He wasn't talking about a pedal-bike. No, he was talking about a gorgeous Harley-Davidson Fat Boy that Wren had been drooling over since he got it, just under a year ago. It was over a 25 thousand dollar bike and, unlike literally everyone else at this godforsaken party, that was a lot of money for them. The fighter slowly sat down on the coffee table across from Levi, eyes bright with suspicion. "What about it?"

"Ahh, you know. I'm just thinkin'. That's a pretty great prize, huh? You'd probably do a lot to get your hands on that thing," Levi drawled and swirled his drink around absentmindedly. Wren swallowed thickly but put on a front of confidence. "I probably would. You wanna spit it out?"

"If you get me an especially damning video of Vincent O'Malley's son, I'll give you my bike."

Wren choked on the smoke. He didn't stop coughing for a minute straight, overlapping with the shocked laughter of their close circle of friends. Kahil was just high enough to be giggling uncontrollably at the idea, all but falling off the ledge of the fireplace he was seated on. Wren finally managed to fix his lungs. "You care about a bit of blackmail that much?"

"You don't have to worry about that. Yes or no?" It didn't seem like he was allowed to pick no.

"How the fuck would I even make that work? 'Hey Elliot, just want this for my insta story!' What happens if I can't get it?" Wren couldn't imagine being able to convince Elliot to sleep with him to begin with, let alone fucking videotape it. Levi really freaked him out sometimes.

"Then you help us give him to Kry."

"What?" Wren was spluttering for what felt like the hundredth time that night. "Hell, no. I don't do that shit. Piss off, Levi, I brought him here to mess with him; I'm not giving him to Kry. Dude, I started fighting to get away from that shit. You know that! Why are you asking me this?!"

"Lower your fucking voice, you idiot," Levi hissed, reaching forward to grab the collar of Wren's shirt and pull him close. "What do you care? It'll never be traced back to you. If we get Vincent O'Malley's son on the market? It's over, dude, we're rich. Either way, it's a good--"

"I need you to shut up now. I'll think about it."

"Wren, I'm really proud of you for bringing him here. You're just lacking a little vision, but--"

"I said I'll think about it. He's gotta be looking for me now. Just... I'll think about it." Wren reached up to push Levi's hand away, sucking in a deep, deep hit as he turned and disappeared back into the crowd. Definitely not the direction he thought this night was going to take, but somehow not entirely unexpected. Wasn't this what he wanted? Levi said he was proud of him and his heart was beating out of his chest. God, he was pathetic. The boxer reached up to swipe his hand across his forehead, grimacing a bit at the feel of dots of sweat. He needed another drink. Or five.

And just his luck, there was Nii. Hanging off Elliot, lips all but pressed against the other's neck as he whispered something to him. God, could this night get any weirder? They'd only been here for like. Fifteen minutes. He set his jaw angrily as he marched over and promptly poured himself something strong. "He bothering you, Elliot?"​

 

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[jay.rain]

nii, wren -- @ kahil's
w/ elliot, everyone else

Nii felt a small wave of comprehension wash over him when he heard the last name, which was undoubtedly a victory considering how fucked up he currently was, but didn't do anything with the information. He figured it was a common enough last name and even if it was that O'Malley, the party was filled with people with sketchy dads. So the teen brushed it off as he pulled the other in a bit tighter and pressed his lips to his jugular, giving a smirk as he heard Wren's name. If there was anyone aware of that man's bisexuality, it was Nii. And while the teen was slow at the best of times, sexuality was definitely an area of expertise. It was easy to assume why Wren would bring this adorable lightweight to a party like this. It was incredibly encouraging. Nii hummed in appreciation when Elliot leaned into him.

"Everyone here knows Wren... My name's Nii. Short for Ah'nii'nah." He leaned back to look at the other boy, unable to wipe that giddy smile off his face when he the glaze of the others' eyes. Fuck, he was receptive. "It's from a really old language. It's an exclamation; you say it when you get that feeling in your heart." He reached up to press the tips of his fingers to the left side of Elliot's chest before sliding his hand down the other's torso. "Y'know, when you see that person. Here, like this." He looked back just in time to see Wren pull himself out of the crowd. Perfect. The long-haired boy tilted his head back as he locked eyes with Wren and let his lips part, eyes going hazy as he purred out a breathy, "ah'nii'nah~" That's when the boxer spoke up, somehow looking even more dangerous with a tipped-over bottle of Captain Morgan in his hand. After all, he didn't hold Nii's interest because of his inhibitions. And then he was being kissed. Well, that might be a generous way to put it. Nii responded immediately, a surprised but entirely pleased moan rumbling through the kiss. He reached up to tangle his fingers in Elliot's hair as he reciprocated enthusiastically.

Wren had looked away for ten seconds and when he looked back, the heat that washed through his lower abdomen almost knocked the breath out of him. When the fuck did that happen? He jerked forward when the Captain Morgan bottle almost smashed to the floor. He placed the glass carefully down on the surface of the table as he skirted around it, knocked back the shot he'd poured for himself, and cleared the kitchen in two long strides. By the time he got there, Nii had a leg firmly pressed between Elliot's and was rolling his hips as he left the other boy's lips to nip at his neck, definitely leaving marks. Wren locked eyes with Elliot as soon as his eyes opened and the hand that had been on its way to grab at Nii stopped in its path. He stared blatantly at the shorter boy's spit-slicked lips before his eyes strayed down to the numerous marks already appearing along the other's throat. "Nii," Wren growled as his hand finally completed its journey to grab a handful of the aforementioned teen's shirt. "I don't think Kahil would want you tongue-fucking strangers in his kitchen."

Nii obediently pulled away from Elliot's neck and grinned evilly. "That's not what tongue-fucking means."

"Nii, I'm gonna have to hit you if you don't fuck off right now. He's--" definitely not 'mine', what the fuck is your problem? Wren managed to cut himself off before he said it, but Nii heard it as clear as day. He pursed his lips in mock-thought before he released his grip on Elliot entirely and lifted both hands in surrender. "You got it, chief. Hey," he was addressing Elliot now. "I hope you have a good night. And remember the meaning of my name. It's real useful." He winked before turning on his heel and pushing his way back into the crowd.

Wren let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding. He couldn't make eye contact with Elliot. "... Come on, we're playing pong." He jerked his head in the direction of the table.​

 

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[jay.rain]

wren -- @ kahil's
w/ elliot, everyone else

Wren led Elliot into the main living room, glancing back every two seconds or so to make sure the other was still right behind him. He would've put Ellie in front of him to lead him with touch again, but for some reason, it felt weird at that moment. The thought of putting his hands on the shorter boy made him think he was going to get electrocuted or something. It was an unfamiliar apprehension and he didn't fuck with it, just listened and kept Ellie in line with his eyes. He jolted slightly when he heard his name and turned back to face the source. As soon as his eyes fell onto Elliot's face, he had that beautiful moment where one first realizes they're shit-faced. The room swam when he turned and he noticed that as soon as he closed his eyes to blink, he lost track of where he was. A breath of wonder fled his lips and he reached out to steady himself using the pong table. "What's up. Are you good? Go on that side and I'll take this side. Hi, what's your name?" He addressed the girl that he decided was his new teammate.

She glanced up from where she was lining up her shot and wrinkled her nose in annoyance. "Hannah."

"Hannah! Help me crush this twerp."

She shrugged in agreement and nodded to her friend on the other end of the table. "You good with having a loser for a teammate, Kai?"

Wren grinned. "I like you."​

 

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[jay.rain]

wren -- @ kahil's
w/ elliot, two randos, everyone else

Wren bounced beside Hannah on the balls of his feet and shook out his arms, getting himself into Frat Boy mode. She glanced over at him and rolled her eyes, but couldn't hide the flicker of amusement that pulled at her lips. They watched Kai take the shot and immediately sink the ball into one of their outside cups. Wren and Hannah both made despairing noises before turning to each other to strategize who would drink the cup. After promising Hannah that his aim was impeccable and determining that she was already pretty wasted, they decided he would drink. He grabbed the cup and tossed it back, wrinkling his nose at the taste of cheap beer. God, all these rich assholes and all they bought was fancy vodka and shitty beer? That's how he knew they were all fake alcoholics. He slammed the cup onto the table with all the grace of a solidly intoxicated boxer and promptly choked on what was left in his mouth. Why was Elliot shirtless??? Ok, not shirtless, but definitely... Indecent.

Wren was pretty sure he'd never called someone 'indecent' in his life up to that point. His eyes roamed over the expanse of the other boy's abdomen until it was suddenly covered up and another ball was landing in one of their middle cups. "Fuck! You fucking brat!" Wren exclaimed and didn't even consult Hannah before snatching the cup. She didn't make any move to stop him, just snorted as he dropped the ball in his hand so she could toss both of them back to the other team. Wren was still raging when he finished his cup and stared down at their eight remaining cups. He glanced over to make eye contact with his partner and exchanged a silent agreement that however they felt before was no irrelevant. They had no choice but to demolish Elliot and Kai. For their pride and their family honour. "Elliot, I-" Oh fuck, don't slur, not now, focus on the threat, you moron. "I'll take you out; don't forget what you watch me do all day."

And thank the gods above, Elliot didn't get a single one in the next round. Wren whooped as he snatched the ball in mid-air after it failed to reach a cup pretty spectacularly. "Haha! Get fucked! Hannah, you go first." He handed her the ball and watched intently as she lined up... And sunk it! Wren reached forward to wrap his arms around her waist and hoist her into the air as she cheered in victory. They were obnoxious about it for another few seconds before he set her down and lined up his own shot. He took a couple of seconds to get into his meditation mode before shooting... And missing. Hannah swatted him on the shoulder. He looked crushed. He locked eyes with Elliot from over the table and narrowed his own, trying to express just how fucked Elliot was if he made his next shot.​

 

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[jay.rain]

wren -- @ kahil's
w/ elliot, two randos, everyone else

Wren's eyebrow actually twitched when Elliot yelled at him from across the table. Murderous thoughts, or at least what he assumed were murderous thoughts, ran through his mind as he gripped the edge of the pong table. He glared daggers at Kai and was even more annoyed when he realized the other man wasn't paying attention to him. He bounced in place nervously and cursed loudly when they lost another one of their cups. The third cup was picked up by Hannah before Wren could protest. She didn't slam it and instead took a hearty sip right after she fished the ball out of the cup.

Wren moved to the center of the table and planted his hands on the surface, clearly intent on psyching Elliot out. Hannah arched her manicured brow from behind Wren, clearly doubtful of this tactic. They had already been gathering a steady crowd and Wren's exclamations over the course of the past few minutes only served to grow it. "If you don't throw this shot, I'm actually going to throw you into the pool. Is that what you want? Huh, Elliot? You want to get thrown in the fucking pool?" To no avail. He didn't see the ball hit its mark so much as heard it. He really thought he was going to be able to keep his cool and get his revenge by just turning the tides. But then Elliot started talking. His jaw fell open slightly as he watched Kai pick him up and then put him down. "... I fucking warned you." He darted forward and grabbed the other boy by the waist, earning shocked gasps and raucous laughter from the people around him when he successfully hoisted the brunette up over his shoulder. He made towards the back door of the house when he realized he was way too drunk and Elliot was way too squirmy.

Wren managed a graceful, "oh, fuck" before he dropped down onto his knees and dragged the smaller boy off his shoulder to put him on the ground. He made quick work of pinning him down, slotting himself between the other's legs in order to maintain control. The rowdiness of the crowd spurred him on and he found himself laughing as he struggled to keep Elliot in one place. "Come on, son of Vincent! Now's your time to shine!"​

 

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[jay.rain]

wren -- @ kahil's
w/ elliot, a lot of rich people

Why was Elliot's swearing so entertaining to him? Wren tried to get his laughter under control because it was making it really hold to keep his grip on the other boy, who was turning out to be a lot more squirmy than he thought he would be. He raised an eyebrow in surprise when the other boy swore at him in another language. Well, at least he assumed it had been a swear. Couldn't really think of anything else Elliot could say in that tone of voice. Something about hearing him resort to another language sobered the moment for Wren and he looked down at the other boy seriously for the first time in the entire evening. His breath hitched in his chest as he stopped struggling to keep up with Elliot's struggles. His eyes were more pupil than colour, his voice was getting breathier by the second, and his back arched in a way that drove his hips down into Wren's hands. The boxer's lips parted in surprise as he felt every coherent thought leave his head. He blamed it on the alcohol and the weed in that moment, but in retrospect, it was definitely a result of... Blood loss. He could've done without the demands to let go of him, but there was something about Elliot squirming around and invoking the name of the Lord that just. Really. Reallly. Worked for Wren.

He swallowed roughly and adjusted his grip nervously, no longer laughing. Unfortunately for them both, years of Brazillian jiu-jitsu training meant that Wren 'adjusting his grip' really just resulted in pulling Elliot into his lap. And that's when he noticed how nice it felt to press his thumbs into the hollows of the other boy's hips. Jesus Christ, he was drunk. And high. And suddenly making intense eye contact with Levi. His friend was standing behind Nii, arms draped over the other's shoulders with his head resting on top of the teen's head. He was grinning wickedly and arched a suggestive brow once he was sure Wren had noticed him. This was a suggestive position, wasn't it. He glanced down. "Are you..." The word died in his throat.

That was that. He pulled back and yanked the other boy to his feet. The boxer took a quick second to bow to their spectators and put on a fake cocky smile before pushing through the crowd, dragging Elliot by his wrist. "I believe in you, Hannah!" He yelled over his shoulder as he shoved his way into the hallway, which was also packed with people. God, there really didn't seem to a single free inch of privacy in the entire house. Not that he could find it within himself to care too much. Especially not since he managed to find his way to Kahil's room. He had to nudge people out of the way just to get the door open and push Elliot into the dark room. He didn't bother with the light.​

 

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[jay.rain]

wren, nii -- kahil's
w/ elliot, soooo many people

~lol~

Wren hummed to himself as he circled the bed and collected the bedding up into a ball. He dropped the fabric onto a desk chair as he then wandered around the room and picked up Elliot's various pieces of clothing, managing to find his phone in the process. Once Elliot's stuff was all laid out on the bare mattress, the boxer retrieved Kahil's sheets and opened the door, having to use his leg to shove the thing open and consequently hitting someone who was out in the hallway. Wren gave a sheepish smile when he suddenly felt himself under the microscope of dozens of knowing gazes, the space growing quiet. He let his smile grow into more of a grin and gestured to the bedding pressed to his chest. "What, just doing some housekeeping." That finally earned a couple of rowdy 'whoops' and the vultures finally relaxed back into their conversations. Wren sighed heavily as he turned and strolled towards the laundry room, appreciative of how simple that inevitably awkward encounter ended up being. Thank God for drunk people?

Nii intercepted him on his way back to the room. "Oh. My. God. Dude, what's his fucking problem? This is place is a what, eight thousand square foot house? Explain this to me: are you a god or is he a little bitch because Wren---" The boxer wrinkled his nose in irritation and lifted his hand to flick the other in the temple. "God, stop being dramatic. And the fuck are you talking about 'eight thousand square feet'; don't act like your ear wasn't pressed up against that door the whole time-- fuckin' delinquent--" Wren found himself growing more incoherent with every word until he just gave an incredulous growl and pushed past the younger man. Lucky for him, Nii was far too intoxicated to cling to him too effectively. When he finally made it back into the room, he found Elliot getting dressed in the middle of the room. Right. How did one go about this? Was he supposed to confront his sexuality right now? Could he feasibly blame the entire affair on the alcohol and never think about it again? Was he allowed to pretend Elliot was just the receptionist at his gym once the hickies faded?

The boxer needed to get re-drunk. "So. Can I get you anything?" That was polite, right?​