Come on and put your hands on me in my skin tight jeans...

[conesoldstober]

When; Thursday evening
Rating; PG-13 for youthful shenanigans
Characters; Howl Jenkins, Amy Pond, and WHOEVER ELSE EVER WANTS IN
Summary; Who cares if it's a school night before exams? Howl's got his hands on beer and there is drunken beach tomfoolery to get up to.
Log;



text;
dad forgot to lock the liquor cabinet again. see you at the peer around 10



action;
[If anyone hits up the beach this evening, they'll find that scrawny Welsh kid soaking up the end of the day rays, mirrored sunglasses perched on his nose. A cooler is next to him, contents carefully guarded until the beach clears out.]


[ooc: Open beach party log! Feel free to assume your character was included in the text, or just have them stumble by and join in. Everyone is welcome!]

Comments

[daytoday]

All right. [He'll keep that in mind for later. Hopefully when Howl isn't looking at him like that.]

What?

[conesoldstober]

Was this the same stash I sold you three weeks ago?

[daytoday]

[Erm.]

So what if it is? [Play it cool, Ray.]

[conesoldstober]

You were supposed to smoke that, loser.

[Rolling his eyes at you, Ray. Seriously pathetic.]

[daytoday]

Hey, nothing wrong with saving it. [Hmph.] Besides, I wouldn't have had any to bring if I smoked it all myself.

[conesoldstober]

This just means that I owe you now. Since it's your weed.

[daytoday]

What, like you wouldn't owe me if I bought it off someone else?

[conesoldstober]

[That earns him another winning smile.]

Something of the sort, yes. Pass it back over.

[He'll even scoot in closer to make it easier for you.]

[daytoday]

[Ray snorts and shakes his head, but he's passing it back.] Yeah, yeah...

[conesoldstober]

[He lets his shoulder fall against Ray's as he takes a long, slow drag, letting it settle deep into his lungs. He's still working on smoke rings, but he gets one or two before he hands it back.]

[daytoday]

Show-off.

[Isn't that a little close, Howl? Not that Ray particularly cares, at least not now. He takes another drag when he gets the joint back, though he's not really sure if he actually needs any more; this really is some quality shit.]

Shotgun?

[conesoldstober]

Is there any time when I'm not?

[He tilts his head, inspecting the side of Raymond's head before he shrugs.]

Yeah, alright.

[He's up on his knees in an instant, leaning over the other boy.]

[daytoday]

Still.

[He takes another, longer drag off the joint before shifting and tugging Howl further down, locking lips with him to breathe that smoke right into his lungs.]

[conesoldstober]

[A firm hand grasps around Ray's neck, holding them locked together as he breathes it in, holding it as long as he can before he's pulling back to breathe the rest of it out in a stream over his head.]

[daytoday]

[That hand on his neck feels nicer than he'd like to admit. As do those lips on his. Still, maybe they're both high enough that Howl won't give a shit.]

That was hot.

[conesoldstober]

Yeah, it was.

[The pot is doing its job to make his brain feel pleasantly numb and fogged over, and Ray's body feels warm and pliant under his as he leans further in, practically straddling his lap now.]

[daytoday]

[Oh, well then. If that's the way this is going to go, Ray certainly isn't going to complain. A slight smirk twitches over his lips before he shifts to close the distance between them and kiss him.]

[conesoldstober]

[Well that was an insufferably smug looking facial expression. Time for Howl to wipe that grin off his face by kissing him back, good and proper, hand hripping his neck just as before.]

[daytoday]

[Well hello. Raymond's a bit too surprised at first to properly reciprocate, especially what with the hand on his neck and all, but it doesn't take him long to get with the program. He moves his hands to grip Howl's sides, trying to hold him more solidly against himself.]

[conesoldstober]

[Mmm, yeah. That's the stuff. He leans further in, pressing Ray into the sand. There's nothing better than this, no high that matches a warm body under his. Sure, he'll more into boobs than cock normally. But he likes Ray, and he's near by, which is really the most important thing. He wriggles a little as he settles down, legs on either side of his hips.]

[daytoday]

[Ray has never been one to discriminate between the sexes, himself, but he does do his best to respect the boundaries of others. Usually. With a guy as unfairly hot as Howl, though, he doesn't really have much choice, especially when he's pressing down on him like this. Shit, even that little wriggle is proving to be a bit much for him.

Still, maybe he can milk some more out of this before Howl decides to roll off him. He runs his hands up Howl's bare back, sliding one into his hair as he pushes up into the kiss.]

[conesoldstober]

[He's very used to having this effect on other people, and maybe lets it go to his head a little too much. Okay, a lot too much. He's not too keen on moving just yet, settling in for a good long snog, both hands pressed into Raymond's chest.]

[daytoday]

[That's good, just as long as Ray can keep his hands on him as long as possible. He tries to move a bit under him, just to pull his leg a bit further up, without realizing until it's too late that the same motion grinds his hips up against Howl's. Hopefully he won't take that the wrong way.]

[conesoldstober]

[There's a low moan into his mouth that turns into a laugh. Why Mr. Leon, how forward. He reciprocates by grinding back downwards as well.]

[daytoday]

[Whoa, now that's unexpected. He can't help the surprised noise he makes into the kiss, nor the tightening of his grip on him. The hand that slides down to squeeze Howl's ass, though? That's all on him.]