Drunk Roommates

Danny pulls away from his roommate and walks over to where he threw his school bag upon entering the room. He picks the bag up, opens it, fishes inside for something. Mumbling to himself, he finally pulls a bottle out in triumph, and then with one quick wayward look into the hallway, shuts and locks their bedroom door.

 

Finn’s amber eyes glitter with puzzlement. Danny turns back towards his twin, a mischievous grin lighting up his handsome face as he holds up a small bottle.

 

“Want to have some fun?”

 

Finn walks over to Danny, a sinking feeling fills his gut. He takes the bottle out of his roommate’s hands and looks down at the label. Just as quick he gives it back.

 

“Vodka!!” His large golden eyes stare at Danny in alarm, “Are you insane, if we get caught…”

 

Danny smirks, and dances dramatically around the room until he is standing back at his roommate’s side. Much like a cat he nuzzles into Finn. “No one’s home,” He says in a voice that let’s Finn know he won’t take no for an answer.

 

Finn wraps his arms around Danny’s slender waist; a tight frown pinches Finn’s features in distress. “But Danny we’ve never drank before, I mean well were not old enough.”

 

Danny starts to laugh, “Finn you are so lame.” He detangles himself from Finn and takes the cap off of the bottle. “Bottom’s up,” he replies in a very childlike like voice, before bringing the bottle to his lips and taking a swig. He pulls the bottle away, coughing a little and grimacing at the awful taste. A slow satisfied grin finds his lips as Finn angrily rips the bottle out of his grasp and takes an even bigger drink.

 

He thrusts the bottle back at Danny, a look that resembles a mixture of challenge and disgust burns in his eyes. Danny grins like a chestire cat and takes an even bigger drink. Then thrust’s the bottle back to Finn who proceeds to take not one, not two but three large drinks. With a hazy grin he practically throws the now half empty mickey back at Danny.

 

Danny sways to capture it but is feeling a bit hazy himself, and well miscalculates. The bottle smashes to the ground, Vodka leaking from the ruined remains off its former home.

 

Finn starts to laugh hysterically at the frown painted on his roommate’s perfectly kissable lips. Wait Kissable? What the heck, Finn can’t believe he just thought that. But what’s even more alarming is that Finn really felt like testing that little theory out, to discover just how kissable Danny’s lips really are.

 

Maybe he was egged on by Finn’s own laughter or maybe it was the pure silliness of the situation, but whatever it was Danny found him-self doubled over with laughter. When it happened.

 

Out of the blue, Finn grabbed him and somehow very clumsily danced them both around the broken glass. Once he figured they were a safe distance away from the maybe ‘avenging glass’ he throws Danny up against the wall, pinning him there with his own body weight.

 

Danny gasps at the sheer boldness of Finn’s actions and then stares in puzzlement at the same golden eyes staring back at him. Yet, their is one major difference Finn’s eyes are full of something that well resembles lust. Danny swallows suddenly uncomfortable, what the heck is Finn thinking.

 

“Ah, Finn,’ he whispers urgently. “What…”

 

“Shhh,” Finn hisses, he reaches out and traces the contours of Danny’s lips with a single finger. “Yes, kissable.”

 

“Ah, um…what?” Danny is squirming now, he wonders if this is how Finn feels when they are playing their roommately love game? Was Finn this uncomfortable, is that why he was so in control now? When Danny was trying to be rational. Which was very unusual too, if you really thought about, “Since I am not the rational one.”

 

“What?”

 

Danny sniggers, he reaches up and caresses Finn’s face. Deep inside something that had been lying dormant all this time swirled to life, and suddenly all rational thought leaves his mind. All he knew was want, and desire, and who was he to deny these things. He grins at Finn before removing his hand from Finn’s face, and wrapping his arms around his twin’s waist. Then he pulled Finn towards him, until their lips meet, and all things forbidden, all the things they kept locked up in the secret compartment of their hearts broke free. Passion overwhelms them, as lips part and allow deeper entrance to each other’s mouths. And this was too much; oh it was just too much. As their kisses grow deeper, hotter, Danny’s hands trail down Finn’s body and Finn’s trail down Danny’s. Until their fingers were clawing into the fabric of each other’s clothes, their bodies grinding together. Both thirsty for something more.

 

Without the slightest hesitation, without words, or endless monaloges about right and wrong, without cares. Within the embrace of love, the hold of lust, the thrill of sin, those clawing hands begin to remove the offense pieces of cloth blocking them from heaven.

 

Then they fall naked to the carpeted floor as one, two hearts, two bodies, mirror images, so forbidden, so wrong, but never more right.

 

Danny shivers as Finn molded in his embrace kisses the corner of his mouth he twists around pulling his twin, lover beneath him. Finn gasps at the feeling of Danny’s errection rubbing up against his. Then suddenly Danny’s hands are all over him, exploring, touching, and caressing places never before explored. A new feeling fills him, a need so intense, so consuming that he knows it must be fulfilled.

 

He slides against Danny increasing the friction, but this only makes the need worse, only seems to whisper of sins so delicious that they are cruel in there design.

 

He whimpers Danny’s name, a little desperate now and then he knows he knows just what he needs.

 

Danny stares down at him, the most enchanting look in his eyes, a mixture of desire and love, and the same need screaming to be released. He runs his hands through Finn’s hair, and places a single smoldering kiss on his twin’s forehead.

 

It burns Finn; it burns so bad, but in such a good way. His cries grow more profane, his hands clenched at his side shake. Are we really going to do this, he wonders?

 

Danny answers in the form of a question “What do you want?”

 

Finn tilts his head back, to allow Danny to leave a trail of kisses against his neck. The feeling of Danny’s wet tongue against his fevered flesh strips him of what little control that remained. “You,” Finn cries, “I want you.”

 

Danny pulls away, Finn stares up at him in confusion.

 

“W..What’s the matter?” Finn’s whispers, tears fill his haunted eyes and in perfect Uke fashion slide down and across his face.

 

Danny climbs to his knees, but when Finn tries to join him, he places both of his hands on Finn’s chest, pinning his roommate into place. He looks down into those haunted eyes.

 

“Are you sure?”

 

Finn reaches up and pulls Danny back on top of him, he kisses him hard, forcing every ounce of there ‘wrong’ into that one kiss. Desperate to show the other that yes indeed he was sure.

 

Danny returns the kiss with equal fever, his own desires racing ahead and diminishing any unpleasant thoughts. Like the fact that, this wasn’t something you were supposed to do with your roommate, let alone your twin. Yet some how Danny no longer cares, no he realizes, I never did, and with that thought the last of his morals crumble.

 

Finn pulls away, greedily lapping up air. He looks into Danny’s eyes, and then gives voice to the one thing that is on both of their minds.” I want you…inside me.”

 

Danny’s eyes go wide, as he stares down at his trembling twin. A sly smile finds his lips. He slides off of Finn, and then falls behind him. He stares at the beauty of his Finn’s back for a moment, before reaching out and running a single finger across that perfect flesh. Finn shakes at his touch. Danny kisses his twin’s right shoulder, his lips falling lower and lower until the come to the reach the beauty of Finn’s entrance. He takes a shaky breath before flicking his tongue in and out off Finn’s virginity. His roommate cries in pleasure, and Danny decides that he wants to hear more of that wonderful noise. He pulls his mouth away from Finn, and dropping his right hand to the smooth skin surrounding Finn’s entrance he inserts one finger, then two, and three, stretching.

 

Suddenly Finn’s screams are no longer ones of pleasure, but he urges Danny on, sensing that the pain will only be short lived. And later Danny will be ashamed to admit it, but at that moment, Finn’s pain didn’t matter because the need within him was growing. And even if he wanted to (which he didn’t) he couldn’t stop, he just couldn’t.

 

Without giving his roommate time to recover, he removes his fingers and inserts his erection. Maybe he was being just a little too eager, a little to rough, a little too drunk but none of that mattered. Not as he found his rhythm and Finn started to move with him. His cries of pain slowly fading and being replaced by those of the lustier version.

 

Then he was screaming, in complete and utter desire. His own erection sliding within the contours of Danny’s hand, and then the waves of pleasure become too much and then they came, as one. Two hearts now forever entwined, two bodies belonging to only each other, mirror images, so forbidden, so wrong, but never more right.