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

[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.]

[conesoldstober]

[You certainly get possessive don't you, Ray? There's a wicked part of his brain that wants to drag Ray off somewhere, find shelter under the trees and see just how crazy he can make him before he gets tired of it. Suck him off slowly until he's begging for it. It's a tempting thought. For now he just rocks into those hands, mouth moving from his lips to latch onto his neck and suck hard.]

[daytoday]

[Once again, Ray can't keep himself from making an embarrassing noise once those lips are on his neck. It's good that there aren't too many people around just yet, or else he'd feel even more self-conscious than if he actually had gotten his clothes off. Not that he'd object to whatever Howl might be considering, of course, especially not at this rate.]

[conesoldstober]

[He detaches himself with a wet 'pop', leaning back onto Ray's hips to inspect his handiwork, tracing his fingers over the red welt forming there.]

Good one.

[daytoday]

[It takes Raymond a moment of catching his breath and licking his lips to realize what just happened. His eyes widen as he touches a hand to the welt on his neck.]

Oh, son of a bitch.

[conesoldstober]

Didn't see you objecting before.

[He follows it up by a slow lick over the mark before he's rolling off, searching for the forgotten joint again. He needs to brush the sand off it a little before he's lighting up again.]

[daytoday]

[Now that lick was just unnecessary. He sits up and rubs his hand over the spot, as if that'll help make it go away.]

I didn't think you were actually going to give me a damn hickey, man!

[conesoldstober]

Don't be a pussy, mate. Just say it was some hot bird with big tits.

[daytoday]

That's not the point! Shit...

[He doesn't really want to go into what is the point, exactly. Then again, knowing Howl, he probably has a good idea already.]

[conesoldstober]

[Howl passes the join back over.]

A good quality concealer does wonders, you know.

[daytoday]

[Sorry, Howl, but he's not listening. It also takes him a bit to notice that he's being offered the joint again.]

Give a guy some warning next time, jesus.

[conesoldstober]

[All the more for him.]

You could have warned me before you decided to find out what flavour my tonsils are.

[daytoday]

[Hey, hey, that doesn't mean he doesn't want it, now give it back.]

You climbed into my lap first. Besides, you didn't seem to mind.

[conesoldstober]

I didn't. You're still not allowed to complain, though.

[Handing it back over, fine.]

[daytoday]

[Raymond takes a deep drag off it before even attempting a retort to that.]

Why the hell not? [Okay, so maybe that didn't come out as well as he'd hoped it would.]

[conesoldstober]

Because I said so.

[Seems good enough for him.]

[daytoday]

[Of course it does.]

Douche. [Look, he's taking the last puffs off this joint because that's what you get neener neener.]

[conesoldstober]

You still want me.

[He leans in to give him a quick, playful nip under his jawline.]

[daytoday]

[Now that's just uncalled for. Ray makes a startled noise at that and instinctively jerks away.]

So what? [It's not exactly a fair accusation when it could easily apply to a number of others as well.]

[conesoldstober]

[He gives him a light shove in return.]

You're on edge. I thought weed was supposed to calm people down.

[daytoday]

[As does Raymond.] I was totally calm until you left a hickey on my neck.