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Make outs make outs makin' out

SLOPPY MAKE-OUTS MEME!

It doesn't matter why, but you're either in the middle of making out with someone or you're about it. Pretty hot and heavy, too. Who knows how you got there -- that's mostly up to you. All you know is that you're not going to feel satisfied until you're flushed and barely breathing.

LOCATIONS:

01. roof: maybe you were given a note, or were dragged up by the person you're currently macking on. either way, you're definitely on the rooftop of some building, away from prying eyes.

02. school/office: you might be at the office, or maybe you just finished your last class for the day; regardless of where you might be, it sure isn't a good place to be making out with someone-- oops.

03. movie theater: the go-to place for most makeouts. sitting in the back or off to the side; just make sure no one catches you!

04. backstage: maybe you won tickets to a concert, perhaps you performed or they did, maybe you even snuck in! but you're backstage somewhere for something, getting hot and heavy in the dark corners.

05. public: out for a walk, having a picnic, maybe you're swimming! but regardless of where you are, it's in public.

06. home: whether you're are at your house, theirs, or someone elses, you're getting down and naughty inside a home of some design.

07. wildcard: re-roll, combine, pick your own, or make one up!

DIRECTIONS:

• Post a comment with your character.
• Reply to other people with your character and go to the RNG to generate a number between 1 and 7.
• Match the number to the options above.
• Reply to the thread starter and go from there! You can either be in the middle of a make out session or about to start; it's all up to you.
• Any rating goes, but no wank, please!

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[Characters 15+ only. No one who looks 40+.]

{Sloppy make-outs with an Elven-King? Yes? No?}

The theater was practically empty, Brice didn't know why he had to go and do a check anyway. But, the boss said that people might sneak into an art-house film to cause trouble for those who were actually interested in the content

Walking in, Brice held up his little red flash stick and checked the hallway, then walked over to the thermostat and started on his way back again to the exit. He turned slightly, saw one single person midway up the aisles. From the glow of the screen, Brice could see his pale face. He was young, like him, but definitely had more angles to his face.

With nothing else to do for a while, Brice turned off his flashlight and took his time going up the stairs, backwards, as if he was actually interested in the movie. When he got to the row the other was in, Brice walked over before he could lose his nerve. "Do you like it?"

Patrick had been quite interested in the art house films. Most of those that he had gone to school with, he couldn't imagine sitting in here with him. Most didn't. But being a fan of drama and arts, he was occasionally drawn to the unique, to the different. So he had sat here in silence, watching. He counted himself quite lucky that he'd been undisturbed so far. He knew such a thing could be common around places like this.

He was also had heard that some came here to make out with each other, which was easy considering so few came in here. He might have himself, but was alone and found that he was actually interested in this film. He yawned slightly, however, when he noticed it was getting almost closer to the end. A shame he was still alone and.. ohh. Well, now. He was surprised when he heard a young voice near him, turning to look at the other man. Hmmm. Not a bad view. Not at all. Young like him. And attractive, if he said so (and would say so, really).

"It's alright," Patrick said, looking up toward him with a smile. "What's the phrase, acquired taste? I've found it intriguing so far, though." He also wouldn't mind if the other male would like to sit down with him. He smiled again and added, "And how about you? Do you see anything you like?" Of course, Patrick may well have been asking about himself or the film, or possibly both. Then again, it had been asked in a slightly flirty tone.

At the guy's words, Brice was ready to back away. He was obviously interrupting something and didn't want to get reported to his boss for interrupting a guest's experience. But then he heard the question, unsure if he really had, considering he had the dialog from the movie in his ear as well.

"I've...never seen it," Brice admitted. When they movie tests were happening, he'd much-preferred (and went to) thepreview of the latest zombie horror flick. Glancing down the way he'd come, Brice decided he could sit for a second. It wasn't that he was tired, but the other's tone...something had rippled through Brice and he had to figure it out.

"I like your face," Brice blurted out with all the suaveness of a firecracker. He felt his face blush and he looked away, quickly, biting the inside of his bottom lip. Leaning in close, Brice finally got his thoughts in order.

"You're handsome." And Brice was sorry he was here alone, but his brain made sure that part wasn't vocalized.

It didn't really surprise him that the man hadn't seen it. But he was here now. Now.. right. It dawned on him slightly that Brice might not be here as a viewer. As he then sat down beside him, Patrick did recall seeing him around the place. Of course, one of the workers. He was probably so tired after the long days.

He couldn't help but arch a brow at the sudden words. "You.. like my face?" Not that he minded. In fact, his question was, if he were honest, asking about himself. He noted the man looking away briefly before turning back to him.

"I've been told that," Patrick admitted to the 'handsome' comment, looking at the other man. This suddenly held his attention more than the movie. He smiled then, his hand trailing down his cheek. "I like your face too," he told him, his thumb lightly grazing over the lower lip, his own face mere inches from him, so they could hear each other.

Or more, of course ,their mouths could easily meet each other right now if one made the first move. "Of course, I'm not the only handsome guy here," he added with a wink. Damn, the man had nice lips too. "I'm Patrick."

When Brice felt the man's thumb against his lip, the automatic response of parting his just slightly activated. He let out a hot puff of air the slid over the tip. He smiled those, Brice liking where an empty theater, an artsy film, and a cute, receptive guy converged.

"I'm Brice," he offered back, glad to see that he could still talk and form short sentences that didn't actually made sense. "Nice to meet you, Patrick," Brice said, his hand slipping off the armrest and onto Patrick's leg. He shifted slightly in his seat, facing Patrick more fully. If his face moved away, he was quick to put it back where it was, if not an inch closer.

The light from the screen bounced off Patrick's smooth face, his lips looking dark in the theater. Testing, hoping he was reading the signs right, Brice leaned over the armrest and gently brushed his lips against Patrick's. Hell, you only lived once!

"Nice to meet you too," Patrick said, a sudden gasp as a hand moved to his leg, then smiling afterward as they now faced each other, his hand resting on Brice's cheek. And feeling the breath on his thumb. "Very nice to meet you," he added.

He then felt those lips lightly brushing upon his own. He liked that; if Brice hadn't, then Patrick was certainly about to. At the moment he felt those lips, he knew he wanted more, to kiss, and maybe grope, caress, of course, but.. well. It was evident right now as Patrick leaned to him as well.

His own lips reacting, sucking on the bottom lip briefly before pressing to his mouth again in a firm, warm kiss. Oh damn, his lips felt good to him. A soft moan came from his throat as they kissed, his other hand on Brice's shoulder, gliding down the front of his shirt, then moving back up and rubbing behind his neck.

Oh crap, this was really happening to him! As Brice felt the kiss returned, his hand slid, and he definitely felt something else. With a quick movement, Brice pushed up the armrest between them, essentially making their single seats into a love seat. Brice's mouth opened, lips parted, his tongue darting out, brushing against Patrick's mouth, then feeling their tongues make contact.

Before he could make a noise of his own, Brice was inhaled Patrick's moan, his lips cracking into a smile, but quickly reforming against Patrick's. This was blowing Brice's mind, but as they got more comfortable, Brice's own hands began to explore, into the thick black again along Patrick's neck, then tracing the shell of his ear, then under his armpit, pulling him closer.

Well now, this day was definitely improving. Of course, he considers any time sitting alone with a cute guy and doing things like this or more, to be a very good day. Or night, that was always an option too. He groaned against those lips, then another moan as their tongues met, wet, and feeling the heat of Brice's mouth, and oh God those lips.

He could feel Brice's hand on his neck, along his ear, under his arm... ohhh, he could touch as much as he liked. He was relieved that the armrest was raised so they could be closer and comfortable, otherwise he'd have wished they had a couch instead. Or a bed? But maybe that much was too soon. But then again...

He let himself be pulled closer to him, moaning into his mouth as the kisses became much more, he would have to admit he was enjoying this. And like Brice, Patrick's own hands were exploring, rubbing behind his neck, in his hair, downward on his back, thighs, and then arms around his waist. "So fucking hot," he murmured in compliment and resumed their heated kisses, feeling warmer as their forms were pressed to each other.

This wasn't...right? Brice knew he liked it, especially when he felt Patrick's hands on his thighs - but Patrick had been watching a movie a few minutes ago! Brice had an obligation to make sure he enjoyed the show, not him. Right? He'd never taken any sort of Usher Code when he got the job, and as Brice felt Patrick's form mold to his own, he figured Patrick would give both performances at least four stars.

Brice found his hands moving up into Patrick's thick black hair, pressing his mouth more fully onto his own. Pulling away for a breath when Patrick spoke, Brice knew his lips were already swollen, but the grin was thankful, relieved. "Wanna kiss you other places," Brice admitted, kissing along Patrick's jaw and then finding a comfortable spot on his pale neck. The kisses were soft, not hard enough to leave a mark. Patrick didn't strike Brice as someone who would have wanted a hickey.

Then again, it was hard to learn a lot about someone through his tongue.

Edited 2017-07-01 21:34 (UTC)

The movie certainly didn't matter to Patrick right now, as this attractive man took priority, his mouth, touches, his body. Though, the film was pretty much near the end parts anyway, he could always return later. He was quite busy at the moment tasting him and kissing, their bodies pressed together.

As the man had pulled away, Patrick let out a heavy breath, smiling at Brice. And then he felt those lips along his neck, Brice speaking of other places to kiss. "Ohh, yes please," he moaned softly, the lips on his neck bringing soft moans from him. "Mmm, more," he said softly, hand caressing his neck and encouraging him to continue, other hand gliding on his thigh and giving it a light squeeze.

While Brice thought they should probably move to a more secure, secluded location, his brain was warring with itself. Not only were they alone in the theater, but they had at least 20 minutes left of the film and the next showing wasn't for two hours. No one would come clean it and there wasn't such a thing as projectionists anymore thanks to timed digital recordings.

So instead of recommending such a stupid thing, Brice continuing to peck at Patrick's neck, onehand untucking his collared shirt and placing Patrick's hand under the fabric, letting him feel the heat and strength under his skin. In a daring move of his own, once Patrick's hand was in place, Brice let his own move to the teen's rear. For such a thin guy, Patrick had a pleasantly firm booty on him.

Patrick was enjoying himself quite a lot so far. We,, actually he was also enjoying Brice too. So much so that he was glad that they each didn't feel like moving somewhere else, private, secluded.. and he could certainly think of a couple more comfortable places. But this was doing well for the moment. And really, seemed they had plenty of time left to be undisturbed.

Moans from his lips as the man kept kissing his neck, each one making him feel so good. He smirked lightly as he felt his hand being led, finding it under Brice's shirt, and touching the smooth, warm skin under it. As his fingers explored, he also found he was quite toned as well, so he'd now slid his other hand under, this one touching on his back under the shirt. Hands moving and touching, feeling him, and that mouth on his neck also made him feel hard. And followed by the hand on his rear? Made him gasp in surprise, then a moan, causing him to press up against Brice again.

The sounds that Brice was capable of pulling out of Patrick was a surprise to the teen. He was moving on pure instinct, pleased - no, thrilled - that he was making all the right choices. It was easy to just go with the flow when he had something to focus on, but Brice was having a hard time focusing. He liked the feel of Patrick's hands on his stomach then on his side and back. His own hands struggled to find entry, not wanting to appear over eager or aggressive.

But if Patrick was making him feel so good with his hands on his skin, shouldn't Brice return the favor?

As the other's body aligned more fully with Brice's, he felt Patrick's hardness and released a gasp of his own. He'd caused that. He'd made Patrick hard. It was such an empowering feeling! "Wannna touch you," Brice managed, his hands fumbling, his mouth working up against Patrick's ear as it struggled to find his lios again to swallow more of the other's moans.

Patrick couldn't help the pleasured sounds of groans and moaning coming from him, each thing he and Brice did aroused him further, made him all the more warm from it. He could feel those hands struggling to find entry under his clothes, just as he was doing for him. He smiled as he heard the man expressed wanting to touch him.

"Believe m, I want you to touch me too," he murmured, his way of assist involving pulling his own shirt off. There.. now Brice had plenty to place his roaming hands on. Patrick also loosened up the button's on the man's shirt to make it easier to touch that skin. He pressed up against him again, his mouth capturing those lips once more, this time the kiss was hungry, and passion. He moaned against his mouth, tongue exploring and meeting the other's.

That just wasn't fair! Here Patrick was, his upper body open and welcoming, bare and pale. His nipples stood out starkly against his skin and Brice wanted them. "Here, wait," Brice said, finally finding his words. He rolled up, Patrick's hand feeling how hard his stomach got as he rolled them both over, Patrick now under him. Brice yanked off his shirt and dipped down.

Brice took the right nipple into his mouth first, hand planted firmly on Patrick's inner thigh. His mouth kissed the smooth skin between them, letting his teeth play over Patrick's left nipple. When that nub was firm against his tongue, Brice kissed up Patrick's neck and then reclaimed his lips.

"Fuck," Brice breathed into Patrick's mouth, his hard teen cock heating through his trousers.

Patrick had been caught by surprise when he found himself on his back.. and Brice over him. And now shirtless like him, and damn, he looked so good. At least now he could touch more freely without the shirt constricting much now. "Ohh, yes," he groaned, gasping as the mouth sucking the left nipple, as well as that tongue. That, and the hand on his thigh was keeping him quite hard. As Brice continued, Pat's hands roamed over his backside, feeling him, touching him.

"Oh my GOD," he moaned out, still feeling that mouth, now moving up his chest, up on his neck, and then claiming his mouth again. He grinded up against him, and feeling Brice was also hard, Patrick's hands continuing to touch over his bare back and side. Moaning into his mouth as they kissed, while also suckling on Brice's tongue.

Being the gentleman, Brice arched his body up, back curving, his right forearm laying on the armrest with Patrick's head on top of it. Not ideal, but much better than the hard plastic people were used to dealing with. As Patrick's hand searched his body, Brice was glad for all the time he spent in the sun, on his skateboard. It had given him a nice, compact body without the added bulk.

Brice loved hearing Patrick like that, happy that he'd done something right, shushing and giggling against Patrick's lips, hoping no one was standing with the door ajar. His tongue slid along the other's, grunting in a good way as Brice sucked Patrick's upper lip between his teeth.

Patrick liked this even better. More comfortable, this way, with his head on Brice's arm instead of hard plastic. He couldn't help but chuckle a bit at the shushing at his lips; hmm, a good idea. They may be alone for quite a while yet, but might not be wise to have their moans too loud and attract others.

He loved the feel of him. The feel of skin upon skin, especially one who was as well fit as Brice. And he definitely liked rubbing his hands over all that, as well as the man's reaction to it. As Patrick was kissing back, he moaned (though quietly) as he felt their tongue meeting again, and feeling the sucking of his lip. His hands moved lower on his back, and down further to give his behind a firm squeeze - damn, he felt nice there too - and moved back up to his shoulders.

There was just so much of Patrick that Brice wanted to explore. As the other's hands moved downward, so did his free one. Tweaking at Patrick's nipples, then sliding down his hard stomach and back up again. With tiny noises coming from his own mouth, Brice decided to take it further.

His hand headed back down, this time his blunt nails leaving light red trails down Patrick's pale skin. Passing the other's navel, Brice found Patrick hard in his pants. Holding his shaft loosely through the fabric, Brice came up for a breath, and to ask a question. "Wanna be kissed down there?" He asked, giving Patrick's a little squeeze - as if he needed a hint to what Brice was talking about.

"I want to kiss you all over," Brice assured him, his mouth already starting to travel down Patrick's neck, onto his chest.

Patrick groaned softly, those touches on his skin..goddamn. He gasped as that firm hand presed to his hardness, fingers almost stroking him through the fabric, making him involuntarily arch and press into that hand.

Another light moan, feeling that press, the question. "Oh, fuck yes," Patrick said with a quick nod, groaning as he felt the kisses going downward again. He didn't need to be asked twice about that. He wanted it. In fact, needed it. And certainly wouldn't mind, being kissed all over. "Please do," he added with a grin, "and maybe after, I can.. well.. let's just say food isn't the only thing I like putting in my mouth."

When Brice got the green light, he moved his face back up and kissed Patrick on the mouth. While their tongue slid against one another, Brice's hand was working clumsily at the teen's pants. He felt the button push through the hole. Without any other questions, Brice's hand pulled open Patrick's pants, the zipper sliding down the teeth.

Pulling back, Brice, gave Patrick a grin. "Can't have you making a mess. I'll have to clean it up." Down he went, kissing over Patrick's neck, chest, then down to his stomach. Brice's body was curled up, reclaiming both of his hands for the task ahead of him. Instead of going right for it, Brice folded down the waistband of Patrick's underwear, just enough so his head peeked out from the fabric. True to his word, Brice kissed the underside of it, then kissed the side, then managed to bring the tip of the tip into his mouth, tongue playing with the slit.

Once the salty tang snapped against his tongue, Brice raised his eyes to watch Patrick's face. He inhaled sharply, raising his mouth slightly away so he could see the shimmering spiderweb of precum connect the tip to his puckered lips. Two beats of his heart and then Brice was again taking Patrick into his mouth.

Patrick panted and moaned, not only from that mouth against his.. but those hands. Particular that which was unzipping his pants and freeing his very hard erection. Then more sounds of pleasure as Brice kissed downward on his body.

A hand gripped the side of the seat as he felt his cock being kissed several times. At the moment the head went into Brice's mouth, and that tongue doing what it did, there was a quick intake of breath, mouth open, gasped as he felt the pleasure of it. His hands rubbed the man's shoulders and neck.

"Oh fuck," he said, feeling his cock throb from the attention as he felt Brice taking it in again. "Ohh.. yes.. more, oh God, please," he moaned, needing to feel more of those lips. Holy shit, Brice was very good at this.

Who would have thought the cute boy watching the artsy film by himself would have been so vocal? Brice grinned up at Patrick as he took a second to kiss against the other's pelvis, feeling the smooth, dark hairs on his chin. With a quick kick, Brice lowered the seat behind him, their bodies not taking up three seats. Luckily, it didn't matter.

Once Brice knee-walked back a step or two, he had the leverage to pull Patrick's pants down, freeing the rest of his cock and sac. Bending down, Brice quickly slurped the right ball into his mouth, then the left, leaving them shining in the movie's glow. His head moved back up and Brice took Patrick into his mouth, this time halfway in before letting his head bob. Cheeks caved inward as he sucked, tasting the rush of Patrick's precum splash across his tongue.

Patrick smiled, gasping in anticipation as he saw Brice pulling the pants off of him further, now he was mostly bare. And free. He licked his lips, gasped and moaned again as that sweet mouth was taking his balls in then, one at a time.. and then another pleasured gasp when his cock was once again wrapped in the wet heat of Brice's mouth.

"Oh fuck," Patrick moaned as he saw the head bobbing, and felt that mouth, his hands moving on the shoulders and neck. Oh God, Brice was so good at this. "Ohh.. ohhh, Brice, yes," he groaned, his breath in short gasps. His cock was so fucking hard. And he could also feel something in his lower body, in his stomach and legs, tightening, that skillful mouth and tongue now bringing him closer to the edge with each deep suck.

Of Brice had been deaf, unable to hear the way Patrick cooed and gasped, the teen could tell the other was close. He felt Patrick's shaft thicken, felt the head flare in his mouth. The taste across his tongue doubled in intensity and Brice took a second to grin, looking up at Patrick's face before redoubling his efforts.

As one hand gripped loosely around Patrick's base, jacking him in rhythm with his mouth, Brice's other hand slid between his legs, tickling and tugging at the other's sac. He could feel them begin to draw up toward Patrick's body and Brice readied himself, head diving low to take more of Patrick in.

Patrick had no idea when he woke up today, that his trip to the movies would end up being this much fun. Maybe he should come around here more often. Between Brice's hands touching on him, his damn tongue.. and those lips. Oh GOD. Patrick had held off for as long as he could, but even haye had limits. He could feel it nearing every time that mouth took him in.

And now, not only was this man taking him in again, but going deeper? And the hand on his cock as well? He moaned heatedly, breath short as he bit his lip.. and then he could hold back no more, and with a grunt in his throat, as Brice went all the way down again, Patrick let go and came. And he came hard. Feeling his body spasm, in a good way, he let go, releasing inside of that hot mouth, thrusting up into it as he rode out the orgasm, moaning Brice's name. After a few more minutes, he had finished, now feeling relaxed and breathing heavy and husky, soon coming down from his high.

As Patrick let go, Brice wasn't prepared for the deluge. The sounds that came from his wet, abused throat as Patrick's first shot hit the back of his mouth was pornographic in nature, and a complete surprise to the teen. Quickly, Brice swallowed, slurping up each shot in succession, pleased himself and even happier for Patrick.

With his hand no longer coaxing the load from Patrick's sac, Brice let it smooth over his narrow hips, tweak at the hard, dark nipples speckled with goosebumps. Brice continued to suck, slurping occasionally because then he meant to, and made sure that Patrick was good and clean before letting his softened, spent dick fall back onto his smooth stomach.

Brice was panting hard, a sheen of sweat on his shoulders that caught the light from the movie. Instead of moving, Brice kissed at Patrick's hip, then his stomach, aware of his own hardness and trying to get it under control so he didn't just cream his pants with a normal movement.

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