* - - hard times and pick up lines - addison

[RENTON JACKSON JENKINS]

renton looked around the bus he was on. where the fuck was that one guy? the one that had invited him and shoved way too many alcoholic beverages into his hands. the thing about renton is that he really didn't have much self control when it came to drinking. some people could have a drink in their hand and know when to stop, but for renton, if there was a drink in his hand and he could get that cup, bottle, or can to his lips, there it was. really, he kind of asked to be put into situations like this because it was sort of a well known fact that when he got drunk all of the little bit of common sense he was blessed with disappeared. he couldn't think while he was under any sort of influence, not that he'd really ever done anything but drink. drinking was sort of his one downfall. if someone offered a drink, he'd probably be there without hesitation or second thought. just like he was tonight, only it was much worse than normal. he was smashed, plastered.. whatever you wanted to call it. if he had a reason to talk, his speech would most likely be slurred. for whatever reason, the alcohol seemed a little heavier served by this stranger, not that he cared. the only thing that would suck would be if he was caught.

renton was a little young to be drinking. he was, in fact, only eighteen, three years younger than the legal drinking age and the fact that mason was shoving drinks down his throat in hopes of being able to shove something else down his throat later that night could get mason into more trouble than he would get in himself. speak of the devil, mason showed up in front of him, taking his empty glass and stranding him alone again, this time without a new drink. shit. now what was he supposed to do? he looked around at the unfamiliar faces that surrounded him, trying to find someone he could possibly talk to. sure, talking was past his ability right now, but there was always hope, right? no. not really, but that wasn't the problem at hand. right now, renton was making his way towards one of the walls. he wasn't past the point where he could no longer point. maybe if he'd had a few more drinks, but for right now, he was halfway stable on his feel as he slightly stumbled every once in awhile, finding the wall quietly and leaning an arm up against it. mm, maybe he shouldn't leave just yet. in fact.. maybe he should eat something real quick to absorb some of the alcohol that had been absorbed into his blood stream.

renton was starting to think this wasn't a good idea. mason had left him standing all alone like a loser in the middle of the bus. he could feel people's eyes on his back as he looked around quietly. maybe someone else would come preoccupy him? that was probably just wishful thinking, but maybe, just maybe it was worth the hope. maybe he'd be able to talk to someone.. if his blood/alcohol level would let him.

550|OUTFIT

[ADDISON MICHEAL BROOKS]

Addison walked from the ABC liquor store slightly tipsy. He'd already been drinking that night, not much else to say about that. Getting drunk could be considered an art, something that the "Halfway Sober" kids were perfectly great at. His old converse hit the pavement. Addison's hands gripped the necks of two over-sized bottles of cheap-ass vodka. This stuff got the job done better than any of that expensive classy shit, besides since when did he want to be classy? He turned all of that junk down when he dropped out of college all those years ago. Besides, classy shit like rich bitch parties weren't as fun when you were under the influence of the trust fund daddy set up for you. Fuck parents, they sucked. He never wanted kids, he hated the mere thought of being like that jackass that he used to call dad. In reality the only thing he and his father shared was DNA and their tempers. Sure enough that would eventually escalate when he got old, he liked to be realistic. They always said that the apple didn't fall far from the tree.

The night was perfect, it wasn't too cold, not to fucking hot. It was safe to safe the weather outside was beautiful. He loved being free like this. It would have be safe to say he was glad the very moment his overbearing parents decided to drop him like it was hot. Addison put one of the bottles under his arm and opened the other. He brought the bottle up to his lips and took a nice long swig, letting the clear alcohol burn all the way down his throat. Clear alcohol was always the way to go, it entered your system faster and left faster. That, and beer was completely and totally disgusting. It looked and tasted like urine, what was appealing about that? Nothing, period, end of story.

Tour grounds were in his gaze, and the bus was not that far away, thankfully. He stepped onto the grounds and took another swig, he could feel the clear liquid entering his bloodstream and adding to his already tipsy state. He smirked cockily finding the Halfway Sober bus, perfect. He was done with walking. He threw open the door and dropped the bottle under his arm onto the counter looking around a little bit. There were quite a few people here, but one in particular stood out to him. A boy, childish looking, stood alone propped against the wall, drinkless. Addison drank a gulp of vodka from his bottle and walked over to him, setting his vodka down where ever. He looked at the boy a little and kissed him hard not even stopping to care whether or not someone had claimed him.

[RENTON JACKSON JENKINS]

to say that renton had been taken by surprise was an understatement. he had seen the new person walk into the bus but hadn't really thought anything of it. he had actually just been minding his own business waiting for that one guy that invited him. he actually couldn't even remember this guys name right now, that was how drunk he'd gotten him, not that he could say he disagreed. it was the morning after that wouldn't be very pleasant. the hang over which included nausea, head aches, and sensitivity to light and sound. god, that wouldn't be the most pleasant thing to go through again, but right now he didn't really care. he just wanted another drink to down so he could possibly just pass out somewhere for the night, but that was obviously not an option, considering he wasn't on his own bus, and while he was on another person's bus... who knows what they might do to him if he was asleep. that probably would end up bad, and that was sounding as fun as tomorrows hangover did. however, he would deal with that later when he wasn't surrounded by what seemed like a million people he didn't know, nor did he care to know.

renton was generally a sweet kid, but right now he wasn't in his normal state of mind. his judgment was all sorts of messed up and he quite honestly couldn't tell right from wrong and vice versa. he just knew that he saw someone walking up to him and inside, he was slightly afraid, not that he could really help it. it seemed like nobody really ever approached him unless they wanted a picture or they wanted to hit him or something, not that the first one was always bad. the only problem was, he really didn't want someone to take a picture with him while he was shitfaced and stuff like that. that would look pretty bad on him and his band.. but this guy didn't look like he was young enough to be a fan. maybe he was from another band and he was here to hurt him.. the thought made him shudder slightly, but of course the last thing he had thought to happen would occur. the other male pressed his lips to his hard and he just about lost his balance. he couldn't believe someone was kissing him. HIM for christs' sake. renton jackson jenkins was being kissed by a man for the first time. he was new to the whole experience, the kissing, the man.. all of it. did he even know this guy? probably not.

despite the fact that he was inexperienced and drunk, he pressed his lips back against the other males. it was a little sloppy due to the fact he was drunk and because he'd never done it before, but it was enjoyable. something he'd definitely do again. but, after only a second he pulled away from the other man, focusing on him. he was good looking, he might even say say sexy. without another thought he pressed his lips against his again not completely paying attention to if the other guy wanted to.. he had been the one to initiate it right?

[ADDISON MICHEAL BROOKS]

This boy's kisses tasted like fruity liquor, and that tasted wonderful. Something about the fruity drinks brought him back to wonder who'd brought this boy here? He didn't look like the usual crowd of folks that participated in these drunk hoe-downs. He had and almost innocent nature about him, one that needed to be tarnished, after all he was in half-way sober's bus... not that he seemed even slightly sober, no this boy was completely and totally wasted. It was nice, he didn't even care who'd brought him here, if they'd wanted him they wouldn't have left him all by himself. They would have done this to him. It wasn't as if he wasn't drunk enough to do whatever they wanted him to, Addison thought that there was enough alcohol in this boy that he'd do just about anything that dominant male wanted. Addison smiled down at the boy, the things he was going to do to him.

Addison pushed the boy's body against the wall behind him. This was going to be oh so fun. He wanted this, needed it. There was something so hot about fucking someone while intoxicated, maybe that was why he'd had so many drunken one night stands. Drunk bitches were so much easier to get into bed with than not drunk chicks. Sure on some level it was considered rape, but did it even fucking count if both parties were wasted out of their brains? It wasn't as if the person was completely passed the fuck out. Addison'd stop if they really wanted him to stop, he wasn't Mason after all. He didn't actually take pride in raping women, it just didn't appeal to him; call it the only thing he learned from his parents. There was other stuff that he could have possibly picked up from those ass-hats, but that wouldn't have been much fun, he'd much rather learn his lessons through experience. He'd already learned bunches. Doing what daddy wanted wasn't always fun, that was the big one. God, his dad was such a dick, he didn't even give a shit that he'd been disowned by the ass, it was nice actually. He never had to deal with them on holidays, people should have actually been jealous of that sort of stuff.

His hands moved to push this mystery boy's hoodie off of his shoulders. He really needed this boy to be naked right now for him. Addison really fancied raunchy rough sex and for that to really happened this boy needed to be really goddamn naked, and right now he wasn't. Right now he was wearing lots of goddamn clothes which wasn't naked. Naked meant skin, lots of skin. He moved his lips down to the boy's neck and bit the soft supple skin roughly. Addison wasn't really into men, but for this boy he made an exception. For whatever reason he fancied fucking a boy even though Addison was very much straight. Something about tits was just beautiful, almost poetic to him. This guy obviously didn't have tits, he was scrawny. He didn't even have man titties, he had a flat chest. Addison let the boy's hoodie fall to the floor at their feet. He wanted to hear this boy scream his name as loud as humanly possible, in fact he wanted this boy to scream for him. He was going to rock this boy's world so hard. Addison sucked on his neck gently. "What's your name?" he asked huskily into the boy's ear. It wasn't going to be the ideal greeting, not that Addison really cared about formalities before sex.

[RENTON JACKSON JENKINS]

renton couldn't actually wrap his head around what was going on right now. he was pressed up against the wall and some random guy he probably had never met before was pressed up against him with his lips moving across his skin. he didn't even know how to react to this. obviously this man had done something like this before, and renton really hoped it wasn't too obvious that he had no clue what to do with the person in front of him. he was so new to him that it really didn't even make sense to him, he was just confused beyond belief, if we wanted to be honest. he didn't even know where to start, let alone what to do next. he was lost and confused, and for some good reason, it scared the shit out of him, but let's be honest here. he was enjoying the kissing and someone being pressed so close to him. he couldn't say that he didn't want to do it again sometime, because as much as he was slightly afraid of messing up or doing something wrong, he was having fun, and it had just started. just the thought of someone wanting to be close to him amazed him, but he wasn't about to object.

renton was just barely aware of the fact that his jacket was being pushed off his shoulders, not that he really cared. he could definitely predict what was going to happen tonight, and he was pretty sure he was going to be mostly correct. he let his hoodie slide down his arms and slip onto the floor, gathering by his feet as the other male pressed his lips against his neck. biting and sucking. for some reason, he couldn't stand it.. but in a good way. a small moan escaped his lips as he let his hands move to the other males shoulders cautiously. that probably wasn't the right thing to do, but he really didn't care right now. it's not like he wasn't drunk enough for his body to do things on its own accord, but his mind was swirling with what he should be doing, and he'd come to the conclusion, it really didn't matter. as long as this guy didn't stop, he was obviously doing something right, and he hadn't stopped yet. renton could barely comprehend the words and conversations around him that he just so happened to be able to hear. there was so much going on right in front of him that it didn't make sense to him to pay attention to everyone else.

an almost violent shiver ran through renton's spine as this mystery man's voice sounded in his ear. his name? what name? fuck, his name could be what ever the hell this guy wanted his name to be. after another long pause he worked up the voice to speak, though he sounded almost weak and obviously drunk. "renton." he let his head fall to the side with another small moan. he had to muster up more words, though, instead of just letting him know about himself and not knowing anything about him. there were goosebumps covering all of his skin, and there was no way to get them to go down. "wh-what about you?" he asked, pushing his hips against the other man's gently feeling his private parts push against the other males, separated only by the fabric of their pants and whatever underwear was under them. he let one of his hands move into the other boys hair and moved his neck away from his lips. he kissed him roughly, another kiss just to prove that this was real and he wasn't just hallucinating or something. hopefully, whoever it was that had brought him wouldn't be a pissy bitch when they realized they weren't the one that was going to get him.

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