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The Aphrodisiacs Drink Meme

Welcome to the drinks meme! Use RNG or pick a drink that catches your fancy. Effects are coupled, so the more the merrier (and kinkier)! All drinks include powerful aphrodisiacs and the bar features handy private rooms stocked with everything your fantasies require.

1. red - juicy red apple spiced with cinnamon and nutmeg. effect: extreme, sudden arousal. You need someone, anyone, and you needed them yesterday.

2. orange - fresh orange juice with vanilla-laced champagne. effect: voyeurism. who cares who's watching? you want it right here and now. Or maybe you're the one who's into watching?

3. yellow - sweet and sour lemonade topped with meringue. effect: violence. angry hatesex can be more fun that it sounds...

4. green - lime sparkler with coconut and green tea flavors. effect: jealousy/yandere. You'll crave your partner desperately, and no one else can have them.

5. blue - crushed blueberry puree, vodka and soda. effect: domination. You'll have the urge to beat someone into submission. Make them the dog they really are.

6. purple - crushed blackberry puree, vodka and soda. effect: submission. You'll submit to any demands, and pain becomes the greatest pleasure. Who knew bleeding could feel so good?

7. pink - sweet sparkling champagne with strawberries. effect: loving. Your coupling will be adoring and loving. Onlookers will puke from the sweetness.

8. black - licorice and chocolate liqueurs. effect: The strongest of them all. There's no fighting the urge to fuck after drinking this. Even the most stoic of people can't resist this drink.

9. brown - coffee with hazelnut and cream. effect: energizing. You'll want to go all night, nothing can stop you. Multiple orgasms are nothing.

10. white - frozen coconut with jelly balls. effect: extreme bondage. You'll be frozen in place and desperate to be bound.

11. grey - earl grey tea with honey. effect: genderswap. Not the prettiest of drinks, but it will make you into the prettiest (or most handsome) belle of the bar. Just a sip gives the unbearable urge to crossdress.

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"I'm not so sure about that. You ever heard about spiking the punch?"

He's doing his best to look incredulous, which is supposed to try and detract from the fact that his fingers are right by Scott's crotch, and he can feel how hard he is through his jeans. Oh, this is not going to end well. Scott's rubbing against him, almost grinding into his hand, and Jackson is trying very hard to not react.

Mostly for Allison's sake. And because he's not sure he wants Scott fucking him on the snack table as he tries to herd his drunk Alpha into a bedroom. Maybe he should start working on that. But, he's trying to not look completely guilty here.

He's about to say something when Scott nips at his ear, and he gasps sharply, a shiver through him, and what was he saying again? He's completely forgotten. He blinks and tries to regain his train of thought.

"Look, McCall, you should, uh, try eating something."

No, he's not rubbing the heel of his palm against Scott's erection, not even a little.

Scott doesn't respond to that question. He didn't care if he was drunk, though he was pretty sure he wasn't, he was finally enjoying the party, and that was something that had to be shared with Jackson, even if it looked wildly inappropriate to everyone else right now. Jackson, dressed up for the party, was just too tempting to ignore right now, and he was sure that his omega wouldn't mind too much, even as he tries to keep the peace.

"I'm not hungry," He replies a bit insistently, moving to stand in front of Jackson, trying against to get his mate to wrap his arm around him. He keeps lightly rolling his hips against Jackson's palm, sighing softly. "At least not for food right now," He leans up to press his lips to his mate's kissing him slow and leisurely.

The others are definitely all eyes on them, and Scott thinks he can hear the sound of Lydia's phone recording this spectacle. He still doesn't care though. Jackson was his, after all, so he could do this anytime and anywhere that he wanted to. "Don't make me command it."

Telling himself that he shouldn't let Scott do this, that the other boy will regret it in the morning are suddenly totally meaningless. Scott slipping in front of him, lips pressing against Jackson's own, and he can't help but murmur, shivering and pressing into the warmth of it. It's affectionate, sweet almost, and that's new, the way that there's no biting teeth... Not that he doesn't enjoy teeth and scratching and so much more very, very much, but it catches him off guard. In the good sort of way, so that when Scott offers that reproach, all he can do is sigh.

"Of course not," he breathes against his Alpha's lips in a way that tries to be affectionate, a little apologetic. The last thing he needs is to turn Scott from fluffy-adorable puppy mode and into growly Alpha that would shove him to the floor and fuck him here and now and Jackson would have no hope of taking this somewhere missing Lydia and her camera. He curls his arms around him, nuzzling his cheek into his shoulder.

He knows they're being watched. The two co-captains of the Lacrosse team? Yeah, of course everyone is all eyes on deck. And, as Jackson loved to point out -- he was everyone's type.

Scott's glad when Jackson goes along with what he wants and puts his arms around him. The alpha wolf just hums appreciatively giving Jackson another quick kiss before finally releasing his arm and wrapping his around the other wolf, burying his face into Jackson's neck and breathing in his scent, sighing softly with the exhale and resting his head against his shoulder.

"Thank you," He murmurs. He tries not to use the threat of using his status to force Jackson to do anything. He knows that the other has his pride and doesn't like it, and, really, Scott doesn't want to use that because he likes Jackson. He wanted the other wolf to want him because he does... Not because Scott tells him to.

Scott still couldn't care less that everyone was watching them, and more people than just Lydia had their phones out. In a way, he wanted this. Jackson was everyone's type, and he was Scott's... So the alpha felt no shame in pressing his lips to the omega's neck affectionately for all to see.

"I love you, Jackson."

Jackson would like to pretend that just wrapping his arms around Scott doesn't overly affect him, that it doesn't make his heart lurch when their lips touch again, but it does. They're so close his senses are filled with the smell of him, the scent of Alpha that shivers through his body. There's a slight hint of a smile as Scott's head leans on his shoulder, and he's almost forgetting that everyone's watching with his ,ate so close and so affectionate.

He murmurs in sweet acceptance to that breathy thank you that Scott breathes between them. It wasn't that he didn't want to, he was really just trying to keep his Alpha from doing something he'd regret, and really? If Scott doesn't care, it's not like Jackson's going to bother playing the righteous one. Even if this is not how he'd planned on coming out as gay to his friends.

And then Scott says it and his world stops. It tumbles off it's axis and he's left wide-eyed and open-mouthed before he manages to look at him, meet those puppy eyes and swallow. His mind is suddenly racing, and the terrible thing is? He does. He really does. He doesn't know what he'd do without him. He bites his bottom lip briefly and then leans in, brushing Scott's lips with a kiss.

"Love you too."

Scott probably would have cared a little about doing something like this out in public right now, but he was feeling so good right now, Jackson felt strong and solid against him while at the same time like he was just meant to pressed up against him like this, and the drinks he had were lowering his inhibitions enough to make the other things far more important than personal appearances.

And when Jackson says those words back, Scott's heart skips a beat and feels tight in his chest. Alpha or not, Scott was still the dopey, lovedrunk puppy that he always was, and hearing Jackson say those words back to him, for the first time... Well, there's no other reason to explain the way Scott is looking at him with a huge grin on his face... Or why Lydia makes an almost squealing sound as she's gotten the whole confession on video.

Without another word, Scott's arms move to Jackson's neck, and he pulls him closer for a deeper kiss, this time a lot more needy and aggressive as his tongue pushes past Jackson's lips to explore his mate's mouth. The rest of the world was completely forgotten to hims right now, and after a few minutes of making out, he finally pulls back and leans to whisper in Jackson's ear, though he's speaking nowhere near as quietly as he thinks he is.

"We need to go. Right now."

Jackson is quietly aware that Lydia is watching, recording, and that unlike most of the onlookers and friends snapping pictures, she's not going to assume that he's the one bending over for McCall, not going to think that when Scott says we have to leave now it''s because he's desperate for Jackson's cock. He knows they'll have to talk about it later, or there will be no end to the stash of photos and videos on her phone and he's not sure he'll be able to put up with the litany of her smug looks. However, at the moment he's still reeling and breathless from the kiss, the way it's harder than before, needy and possessive and Jackson wants more, and that's why he really can't be bothered to care what Lydia or anyone else thinks

Of course, it would have been nice if Scott had said that quietly enough to not get picked up by Lydia's phone. He's not sure they're that lucky.

Maybe Scott's rubbing off on him or maybe this has just gone so far he can't be convinced that anything he does fucking matters, but he curls an arm around Scott, leaning in for a kiss, open-mouthed and inviting. And then, he tells himself, then they can leave. He just needs to feel him, taste him again, and he nibbles on Scott's bottom lip, fingers sliding down through fabric, and just needing one more moment of reassurance, of hands against his body and lips against his. And then they can slide out to his car, head back to his place and secure themselves some much needed privacy for what comes after.

Namely, the sex.

It probably wouldn't be long before the internet is coated with them and blog posts about how Scott McCall craves co-captain's cock, but Scott really couldn't care less right now. People could believe whatever they wanted about them, all that mattered was the he and Jackson had their roles to play and he each other. What they did behind closed doors was their business, and whatever people thought of them... Well... Maybe it could be a gift to Jackson. The guy had his pride, and becoming an omega left that shaken. He and Scott were doing the right things sexually, but he wanted to let Jackson keep his pride.

And Scott's genuinely happy that Jackson pulls him closer for another kiss, taking advantage of the invitation to explore his mate's mouth eagerly. He wanted Jackson to want this, to want him, and he wanted it to be more than just because their instincts forced them to. He wanted Jackson to want him because it was really what he wanted, and in the interest of making sure that he didn't feel like nothing mattered, he was trying to give his omega a little more freedom... Even if he was constantly worried that another wolf would try to fuck him if he wasn't around to stop it... He was worried Jackson might not be able to say no to them.

But right now, he's just happy being with Jackson like this, feeling his body and tasting his lips. It's so hard to resist his mate, and they needed to get to the car as soon as possible, because Scott was already trying to start unbuttoning Jackson's shirt.

Jackson murmurs as Scott takes him up on that wordless offer of wanton, parted lips. He wanted this, if he was honest with himself, which he wasn't always. He liked the way it felt when their mouths pressed together, the way Scott kissed him hard and insistent and biting and like he was afraid of letting go. He wasn't exactly the only one, either. Jackson liked him. He wanted him aside from being in heat, aside from the way the scent of him filled his senses and made him crave McCall. There were other moments too, like when he'd see him across the Lacrosse field, or with that doofy grin in last year's Lacrosse photo. And he wanted him. He liked his rough hands and rough words and the way it felt as Scott pushed into him.

It's when Scott's fingers start unbuttoning his shirt that he realizes he's delayed too long, and he's pulling away, grinning, pressing a nearly chaste kiss to Scott's lips before he's nudging him toward the door. "C'mon," he insists with a heat in his voice that hints he wants this as much as Scott, if perhaps a bit less drunkenly. He doesn't do anything to discourage Scott's hands from his shirt, but he rather hurriedly works on moving them through the crowd of people with their cellphones and toward the car. In terms of other people getting their hands on him, the only ones he really had to worry about were their friends; everyone else smelled weird. It was hard to define, but something his wolf defined as simply not-pack. Of course, during his heats, nothing mattered except heat and body and Alpha and filled with cum. But every other night of the month, he was mostly sensible, and there weren't many wolves that smelled right to his senses.

He was smirking, giving his mate a look that was all sexual, all desire and need.

Usually, with the two of them, Scott was the one who had a bit more of a grip on himself than Jackson, especially the closer they got to the omega's heat cycle. Right now though, Scott was completely lost in his emotions and his desire to be with Jackson. It was more than just an alpha and omega dynamic, more than an instinctual lust whenever he was around the omega. Scott loved Jackson. Despite their status, right now he was looking at the omega with pure adoration. It was the stupid, dopey look that he used to get whenever he looked at Allison. It showed him just how much he loved Jackson, like he could just envision the rest of their lives together.

And, of course, there was unadulterated sexual desire for Jackson too. How could he not look at the perfect godlike teenager with lust. He wanted him, now more than ever, and it was better because he knew this wants Jackson going into heat or him going into rut. He wanted Jackson, and he knew that it was all him, and Jackson was reciprocating that.

Right now though, that desire might be more problematic than anything though, especially since he didn't feel like waiting until they made it back to Jackson's house. So, despite the fact that he was sitting in the passenger of Jackson's very expensive Porsche, Scott's having a hard time keeping his hands off his boyfriend in the driver's seat, trying to get Jackson's pants open while they pulled out of Lydia's driveway.

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