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wonder whose arms will hold you tight

Who: EVERYONE'S INVITED
What: Maxxie's Super Amazing and Truly Spectacular New Year's Eve Party
When: Dec 31st - Jan 1st
Where: One of Vista City's most decadent night clubs, æther
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, drugs, sex, all that good rock 'n roll stuff. If there's going to be anything else just throw it in the header or let me know and I'll add it!

The night club Maxxie rents out is in the heart of the downtown, sticking out like a sore thumb with its front entrance looking more like a museum than a club. There's a red carpet leading up the steps, with bodyguards littered about to keep the paparazzi and troublemakers at arm's length. No one with a recognizable face will be turned away from entering the club, and even through the giant, heavy doors there's a distinct baseline and a hint of flashing lights from the dance floor.

Said dance floor is the first step once you're inside. After an extravagant coat check and quick access to the downstairs bar, there's a wide open dance floor with the DJ on stage at the opposite end. There are bodyguards lining the walls, of course - after Naomi's stunt at the solstice party there's no losing them - but there's only one rule at this party: absolutely no one is to touch the mic except for the DJ and Maxxie. The music all night is a blend of genres, but every song is appropriate to dance to. Obviously there are some Flashstep songs thrown in for good measure, but rest assured that every band will probably hear their music in some form or another, whether it's the song itself or a remix to make it a bit more suitable for the mood of the party.

On the two upper levels there are balconies overlooking the dance floor, and it's a bit quieter up here due to some innovative architecture. One may actually be able to have a conversation in the comfortable lounge, and there's another bar here with a few more options for mixed drinks. It's a place to rest up, have a few drinks, and enjoy the music at a more reasonable volume before you head back out to the party. There's even waitstaff floating around making sure everyone has anything they want, and as always the bodyguards are hanging out at the edges of the space to make sure no one starts any trouble.

Finally, there's an entrance to an outdoor balcony on the top level, high enough up to get a nice view of downtown and still be sheltered from the nosy paparazzi down on the street. The temperature has dropped with the arrival of winter, but it's a calm, clear night in Vista city and the alcohol should be enough to keep you warm.

The bars are fully stocked with a few thousand dollars worth of alcohol to keep everyone properly buzzed, and there are a few dealers floating around upstairs ready to sell anything to anyone with a charming smile. The host himself will be bouncing around, enjoying himself as if it was all catered specifically to his idea of the perfect party (it was) and saying hi to anyone and everyone.

[OOC: This is party style! Throw up a toplevel and get tagging! You can get up to any shenanigans you want, but please keep in mind the bodyguards are plentiful and on high alert since the solstice party. Maxxie has, of course, tried and failed to get them to join in on the fun, but they don't seem too overbearing unless trouble starts brewing. The Countdown is here, but please continue making toplevels and threading pre- and post-countdown shenanigans!]

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Once he figures out what Sora's trying to accomplish with their hands Jamie complies, because why not, really. He's still grinning dopily at his bandmate, not really sure what if anything he's going to do with the rest of the evening but content for now to just spend some quiet time up here with Sora.

Then Sora's nuzzling his face, which elicits nothing more severe than a very mildly surprised look in response. "Hmmm?"

Nothing beyond right now really exists in Sora's head at the moment, other than the fact that there was gonna be a countdown at some point or another and the new year would begin. He's perfectly happy with taking things as they come tonight, though when the party first started he'd been determined to have some sort of fun in whatever way he could.

He's comfortable where he is. This is pretty fun just being with his best friend. And it occurs to him then he'd been about to ask Jamie something. He stares up at the ceiling as he tries to remember what it was. "I think I forgot..." A gasp. "Oh no! Wait! I got a present to give you! Ummm... More than one. Yeah. Or did I do that already?"

Jamie just laughs. He doesn't really know why, except that Sora has that effect on him. "I dunno, did you? What'd you get me?" Never mind that that ruins the surprise, Jamie's operating on drunk teen boy logic.

"Stuff." Yes, that really is his answer. But only because he's focused now on rooting around in his pocket with his free hand. He doesn't find anything. Of course he doesn't, because it's wrapped in a little box back at the penthouse. The book of favor coupons is probably there too.

"I'll have to give it later. S'not here." He looks very disappointed by this, like someone has just told him they cancelled the holidays altogether. "Sorry, I could give you something else 'til then?"

Sora's wiggling around and his hair is tickling Jamie's nose, which makes him giggle again.

"You don't hafta get me anything, man," he says, and joggles Sora's hand. "Hey, c'mon, don't look all...sad 'n shit. 's not a big deal." He tries to catch Sora's eye and give him a smile to cheer him up.

Well, he can't stay sad very long with Jamie smiling at him. He returns it with his own smile, and there's as much adoration in his eyes as there is happiness.

He sits up a little more again, bringing their intertwined hands up between them and holding them close to his chest. "Yeah, but what if I wanna give you something? Can I?"

It sort of sinks in that that's a vaguely different smile than normal, but Jamie guesses it's just the booze. God knows he gets a little schmoopy too when he's been hitting the sauce.

He looks a little puzzled at Sora's comment, cocking his head to the side a bit, but his smile doesn't waver. "What'd you have in mind?" he asks curiously.

Sora lets out a vaguely frustrated noise and slumps down on top of Jamie, half-laying on his legs, letting go of his hand in order to wrap his arms around his torso again. With fingers clinging to the back of his shirt, he pretty much hides his face against Jamie's stomach and mumbles drunkenly. The only coherent words, slightly whiny as they are, end up being "kinda weird" and "kiss." So the important bits, then.

Afterwards he looks up at Jamie expectantly from this position, looking for a reaction or an answer as if the other boy could have clearly understood him. Maybe the words that were understandable were enough. But then again maybe not.

For a second or two Jamie's not entirely sure what Sora's trying to do with all his flopping around and burrowing into his stomach and all. The vibrations of his voice against Jamie's solar plexus do weird things to his sternum and newly-formed scar tissue that make him squirm.

He's not sure he heard right, either - something about kissing? That couldn't be right. Or maybe it could - this is Sora, after all. Still, better be sure. Jamie kind of pushes Sora's head back with his forefinger and leans down to peer at him in drunken bewilderment.

"...you wanna what?"

Another frustrated noise leaves him as Jamie pushes his head back, and Sora sort of half sits-up again, and the expectant look has shifted into a hopeful but sheepish smile, a facial expression that pretty much reads 'yes I'm aware this is weird but maybe weird is okay?'

And of course he actually has to answer, not just let his face do the talking for him. With a finger he scratches his cheek, which is slightly flushed, though from the alcohol or embarrassment at this situation he's putting himself in who knows, maybe both. "Uh... I kin'a wanna try kissing you?"

Which is not the first time the thought has occurred to him but it is the first time he's let it settle in his head long enough to voice it, usually just dismissing it and forgetting it, as he's prone to do with things that seem kind of complicated. Like wanting to maybe kiss your friend to see what it's like. ~~This is all Ryouta's fault. Also the alcohol's. But mostly Ryouta's.~~

He laughs quietly, and admits, "Maybe a lil' more than kinda." Because even a drunk Sora is an honest Sora.

Jamie blinks at Sora slowly, eyebrows raising. This is...kind of unexpected. And at the same time it's not, because Sora's always been a touchy-feely person. Still, there's a bit of a stretch between friendly hugging and kissing.

His first impulse is to laugh it off as some kind of joke and give Sora a bad time, but somewhere in the complex routing systems of his brain the notion gets bogged down in a vague but impenetrable morass of what can only be described as "things you think are a good idea while you're really drunk." Why not? It's just a kiss. He likes Sora, Sora's his...friend? Yeah, he's comfortable saying that Sora is his friend. Friends do stuff with each other they wouldn't do with most other people. Jamie probably wouldn't kiss most other people. Ergo, kissing Sora is a thing that should happen.

After a few seconds of serious consideration, Jamie shrugs and kind of grins and says, "Sure, okay, why not?"

There is definitely a big stretch between friendly hugging and kissing. Even ladened with alcohol, Sora knows this. But it seems to matter less. He wants to try this thing, and if Jamie's okay with it then why not?

And Jamie says he's okay with it. Well then. Sora's face lights up like the sun, smile brighter than anything. "Yeah? Really? Okay, let's-- Hold on..."

There's some more squirming as he tries to find a good position for this. Hilariously, this somehow ends up with Sora half in Jamie's lap, legs thrown over his and arms around his neck.

"Okay, does it matter where?" He repeats this in his head and finds it sounds weirder than he meant it to. "I mean like, yeah the mouth, I wanna do that, but what about like... Here?" He ghosts his fingers over Jamie's neck, then up-- "Here?" His jawline. "Here?" Cheek. "Here?" Ear. "And here?" Finally he picks up one of Jamie's hands in his own, bringing his fingers close to his mouth. "Okay?"

Jamie can't help laughing again as Sora attempts to find the right position, trying his best to accommodate him and not mess up whatever he's trying to accomplish. Once Sora settles, Jamie wraps his arms around his waist, partly to keep him steady and partly because it seems like the thing to do.

He's just kind of grinning stupidly at Sora, that look he's perfected that's amused and indulgent and affectionate all at the same time, when Sora's hands start wandering, and this takes Jamie by surprise. It doesn't really help that he's obscenely ticklish and the feel of those light little touches on his neck and face are both maddening and strangely pleasurable, making his toes curl and muscles twitch in reflex.

"Okay, wow, yeah, that's - h-have you been, like, planning this? 'Cause that's - really complicated," he manages. The fingers of the hand Sora's holding twitch a little toward his lips while the other tightens around his waist. He looks at his friend with some surprise and admiration, then, leaning up and forward. "Let's, let's do it. All of it. That - yeah. All of that sounds good."

Had he planned this? Sora gives this about three seconds of serious consideration before he laughs and shakes his head. He holds Jamie's fingers against his lips as he answers honestly, "Nah, just doing whatever enters my head."

So. Still being Sora, in other words, just with even less inhibitions than usual.

The expression Jamie's got on his face makes him feel giddy, that lighter than air feeling again yet his breath gets caught in his throat for a second and his chest feels tight and his stomach twitchy and these are all new feelings but at the same time they're somewhat familiar. A heavier, even more overwhelming version of things he'd felt that morning when Jamie was at his door, right when he'd needed him. He's a gift, to protect, to be treasured, to be incredibly grateful for and never let go.

Taking in a shaky breath, unable to quit smiling like a complete dork, Sora leans in to nuzzle his face against Jamie's neck, holding his hand in his own and lacing their fingers together again. "You make me really happy, Jamie. I just want to make you happy too, all the time... I want you to keep looking at me like that." Mumbling now, against Jamie's skin because he's started trailing kisses up his neck, toward his ear.

This doesn't even compare, it doesn't hold a candle to the kiss Ryouta had hastily given him and he'd sort of suspected it wouldn't, it's so much better. So much better, galaxies apart, and he hasn't even reached Jamie's mouth yet.

Jamie's first instinct is to try to catch Sora's lips with his own, because that's what you do when you kiss and it hardly seems fair that Sora should be doing all the work here, and it takes a fair amount of restraint and concentration to hold more-or-less still and let Sora do his thing. Once he's actually doing it, though, Jamie's too overwhelmed to really do much else but twitch and squirm and make little confused noises in his throat.

Sora might be good at expressing himself and speaking honestly, but Jamie is not, even when he's drunk, and even though Sora's words trigger a surge of intense feelings in him he can't find the right way to vent them, except through a frustrated groan. He swallows convulsively and squeezes Sora's hand tightly, and his other hand finds its way up to the back of Sora's head, fumbling through the motions of ruffling his hair.

"I, uhhhh, I - think we can work on that," he gasps, as Sora's breath on his neck makes all his hair stand on end. "The - the looking, and - god you're really good at this, holy shit -"

Sora, on the other hand, doesn't at all see this as unfair, since he's doing exactly what he wants to do. And he grins even more at Jamie's words, laughing against his ear.

"I've never done any of this before. Guess I'm a natural?" He may be a tiny bit proud about that. Partially because he's causing Jamie to make funny, kinda cute noises, which he plans to commit to memory so long as his brain allows it.

It doesn't bother him in the slightest that Jamie can't voice his feelings. He wasn't expecting him to, anyway. Plus, he's gotten pretty good at reading Jamie's emotions from other signs. He's holding tighter, not pushing away. He gave an affirmative if a bit vague response to Sora's sappy mumblings. These are all good things. And he gave him a compliment!

But as much as Sora's enjoying getting to pretty much shower him in affection via little kisses here and there... He really wants a real, actual kiss with him too, and the anticipation for it is almost too much.

He lifts his head to look him in the eyes. And yes, there is still a ridiculous grin on his face, even as he finally leans in to capture Jamie's lips with his own, in a kiss that starts out soft and sweet, but wanting, if also a little clumsy.

Jamie's eyes are on him as soon as Sora moves his head back, and the other boy's stupid grin gives him strange fuzzy warm feelings in the pit of his stomach, because Sora is just - so Sora and Jamie is struck suddenly by just how much he's come to rely on his presence in his life, and he's not sure if that's the booze talking or how he really and truly feels, and right now he doesn't care because it is time to kiss Sora.

It's not all that different from kissing Luci, which Jamie had wondered about for some reason; Sora tastes like jell-o shots instead of cigarettes, and he lacks all of Luci's finesse and mastery, but his lips feel nice on Jamie's and make him hungry for more. Probably the biggest difference between this kiss and the one that kicked off the festivities in Luci's trailer last month is the fact that Jamie is utterly unafraid to take more this time, tangling his free hand in Sora's hair and pressing their mouths together with all the drunken fervor he can muster. Jamie's not totally experienced at this, either, but he's certainly enthusiastic.

Oh. Sora's brain shuts down for about five seconds as Jamie enthusiastically returns his kiss, and then his first thought upon restart is "This was the best idea ever." His single-kiss experience with Ryouta was barely a raindrop compared to the vast, churning and exhilarating ocean that is kissing Jamie. And it's pulling him under fast but he's only too happy to close his eyes and drown in this.

He mostly follows Jamie's lead with the kiss since he has at least a bit more experience it seems like, though when an idea hits him he goes for it: experimenting with little flicks of his tongue, sliding his free hand up the back of Jamie's shirt along his spine. The sudden feel of bare skin usually clothed against his fingertips as they're kissing sends a shudder racing through him, and pulls an unexpected whine from his throat.

This is Jamie, he thinks. And it's such an obvious, simple, uncomplicated thought and yet it makes him feel pleasantly warm all over. He shifts, tilts, does what he can to deepen the kiss like he can't get enough. Enough of Jamie, his mouth, his skin against his fingertips, all of it, more. It's all happening very fast but not a single part of him feels like throwing the brakes. That would make it stop. And he doesn't want it to stop.

The noise Jamie makes against Sora's mouth at the tongue action and the touch of fingers along the curve of his back is particularly undignified and therefore a sign of how pleasurable he finds it all. Perhaps unsurprisingly for someone who shuns physical contact so much during his day-to-day life, being touched in such an intimate way is intense, almost overwhelming, and he responds accordingly. Pretty soon he's squirming beneath Sora, trying for leverage of his own, his hand wandering from the back of Sora's head down to his jaw and the side of his neck like he's trying to touch him everywhere at once.

Two wriggling teenage boys on a sofa is probably a recipe for disaster, but Jamie's too drunk and too swept up in his emotions to care about anything but the way Sora's making him feel.

It's the mixture of alcohol and emotions that makes Sora immune to the fact they're in mostly-public, too. (Though considering it's New Year's and plenty of people here are drunk or high already, who was likely to notice too much, or for that matter even care?) And while he's not someone who shuns physical contact by any stretch of the imagination, he's also never been this close with someone, kissing like this, or touching like this, and the fact that Jamie's clearly enjoying it as much as he is makes it all the better. The sensations and emotions both are near overwhelming, especially if he thinks too much. So he just. Doesn't.

He doesn't think too hard on any of it, and instead lets his feelings, instinct, his heart guide him and tell him what to do. As far as he knows, it's never steered him wrong before. And he easily lets Jamie take lead again any time it seems like he wants to. There's no fight here, no competition, just a desire on Sora's part to see his friend feeling good. To see him happy, satisfied... even loved. Along with a growing need to be the cause of that, to be the one to give him those feelings. It's a need that grows louder as each second passes, until it's bordering on deafening, drowning out everything else.

He does his best to satiate it by mapping out easily accessible skin with his hands, trying to focus on and memorize Jamie's reactions to places that are touched -- along his back, his sides, his chest, his neck -- to find the best possible one. And by kissing him deeper too, as much as he's able, as much as he can figure out how, through lack of experience and drunkenness. But it's still not really enough.

Sora's likely to get a uniformly excited response as he explores Jamie's body with his hands - the neck and jaw still get the strongest reactions, but there's little doubt that Jamie's just reveling in the contact. There's a brief moment when Sora wanders too near the scar on his chest and Jamie experiences an instinctive urge to hide it, to keep him from finding out, but before he can move to push Sora's hand away or even formulate a coherent thought about doing so, Sora's moved on, away from the small raised line of flesh, and all Jamie's worries evaporate.

Before too long he releases Sora's hand so he can return the favor, reaching up under his shirt to fumble his way over Sora's chest and ribs and shoulders, around to the small of his back and up his spine, while cupping Sora's jaw in the other hand. He teases Sora's lower lip with his teeth, thinks about the other things he could do with his teeth to other parts of Sora's body, what those lips could be doing to his body.

If he was less shitfaced he might pay a little more attention to the mental pop-up window reminding him that this is Sora, his bandmate, and that this could make things really awkward, [A]bort [R]etry [I]gnore, but the total inebriation + teen boy hormones combo is a hell of a drug. He removes his lips from Sora's long enough to graze the other boy's jawline with his lower incisors and stammer at him drunkenly, "I - hey, you - you wanna, like, h-have you ever - y-you wanna go further than this, like - 'cause god you make me feel so good, oh my god oh my god - "

Nevermind that with as much booze as Jamie has in his bloodstream right now he probably can't perform worth a good goddamn. He's sixteen and fucking invincible right now.

Paying as close attention to Jamie's reactions as he can manage in his current state, Sora starts focusing his attention more on Jamie's apparent hotspots: cradling the back of his neck with a hand, running his thumb along his jawline. And the second their lips part, he's kissing at Jamie's pulse, mouthing over his Adam's apple. And unintentionally groaning against his skin in response to Jamie's touches, and, holy crap, his teeth. He half-lifts off of Jamie's lap from that, hands suddenly gripping shoulders, a gasp escaping. Clearly a good response, A+ all around.

While his mind is busy restarting again, he almost doesn't catch that the other teen is speaking, let alone what he's saying. But another minute, after it finally sinks in, he turns red practically from ear to ear. Though being given very solid verbal evidence that he's making Jamie feel good (really good, apparently) kind of makes him want to go back to just grinning like an idiot.

Instead, he has to think, which is a difficult task at the moment, and answer. "I've never... All of it, any of it... Yeah, I want to, but, oh..." This is all muttered against Jamie's neck, his ear, his collarbone -- he can't keep his lips away from his skin for very long.

"Jamie, yeah, but not h-here, not... When we're..." Trailing off, he reluctantly finds and takes Jamie's hands to stop their roaming, moves away enough so he has to stop kissing him, as much as he really, really doesn't want to. Except then he just stares at Jamie, unable to finish his sentence or even catch his breath.

Jamie stretches to follow Sora as he leans back, trying to maintain contact with him until it sinks in that Sora's movement is deliberate, a cue to stop. Then he just kind of sits there with a dopey look on his face as he tries to process what Sora's saying.

He starts to say that of course he didn't mean right here in front of everyone, they could find someplace more private, problem solved, but then he slowly pieces together the words Sora's saying and gathers that he has other reservations. Unfortunately (and ironically) Jamie's too drunk to figure out what those reservations are.

"When we're...what?" He tips his head to the side quizzically, lifts a hand to start fooling around under Sora's shirt again, thinks that might be a bit rude and settles for stroking his hair instead, hoping that's not overstepping his bounds too much.

Still staring for a moment. What was his train of thought again? Other than Jamie's neck is really nice and so are his hands. And the way he's stroking his hair feels good. He holds onto Jamie's other hand, giving it a squeeze. It helps him focus, and the feelings and thoughts return to him.

"When we're like... Like, this." Vague waving of his free hand. "Drunk. 'Cause people do stupid stuff when they're drunk, right? So what if later you think this was a stupid thing to do? And it causes you trouble that we did it... I don't want to cause you trouble, I want to make you happy. And not just... not just drunk happy but happy happy. And not just for right now, but for always. That's what I want the most."

Jamie's expression changes slowly as Sora's words sink into the liquor-saturated morass that is his brain. He looks puzzled at first, then faintly alarmed, then uncertain, and then...well, sort of touched. For always. Wow. His look softens and his hand stills in Sora's hair, trailing down to his jaw, stroking it almost tenderly.

"Dude," he says softly. His mouth works as he tries to come up with something more profound, but he just manages another "Dude" as his thumb trails over Sora's lips. Finally he bobs his head in acquiescence.

"Yeah...yeah. You're - you're probably right. There's, like - we can talk about it later, right? When we're not both shitfaced. Do - do you wanna talk about it? T'morrow or something?" He looks at Sora tentatively.

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