fjordicswagger | 74 Godiva Street, AKA Tamsin and Death's Home Of More Alcohol Than Last Year, Saturday Evening

Okay, this party had been born out of actual need (for alcohol and getting laid) last year; this year, those factors weren't as urgent for Tamsin, who figured she could always drop in on Jessica or Mike if the night was a spectacular failure.

But hell, it'd been fun last time. Why the hell not?

There were black sheets hanging in front of the windows again, and pillows and sheets scattered all over the floor to make for little makeshift sitting spaces and nooks. There was an empty bottle (in case someone decided to play Spin the Bottle) sitting somewhere in the middle of the room, and in a fit of generosity Tamsin had thoughtfully supplied a bunch of bags of chips in case people wanted to eat stuff.

The glitter clinging to the sheets and the walls and whatnot: not her fault. Who'd ever heard of impromptu localized glitter storms before? At least the winds had died down well before the party actually started, but there was no way in hell she was vacuuming all that stuff up.

There. Party time.

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imafuturist

Well, it made Tony snort at least.

"I was not pouting because this year I've spent my week sexually frustrated." Did that help?

From:

myownface

"That's as good a reason as any to not pout," Sparkle mused. "I mean, I might be totally not drinking for basically the same reason."

Totally not drinking. You could tell, by how he was making a grab for the Fireball so he could totally not drink some more.

"So, why in the world does a guy like you not have ladies, like, lining up to help you scratch that itch, huh?"

From:

imafuturist

"Our esteemed mayor is sleeping with Jessica and, well, it's a little strange to sleep with the same person as a friend," Tony began. "And Sarah over there might kill me if we have sex."

It was terrible.

From:

myownface

That was pretty tragic, it was true. But now Sparkle was wondering if he'd seen Sarah more naked than Tony had all week, entirely by accident.

He wasn't smirking a little, honest.

"So the trick is to find somebody just as frustrated as you are," Sparkle reasoned. "I'm sure there has to be somebody like that around."

Somebody who was leering at Tony just a little over the top of that bottle of Fireball.

From:

imafuturist

Indeed he had. Damn it, Sparkle. You couldn't even appreciate it in Tony's place.

"Why, Sparkle. Who could that be?" Tony asked, biting at his lower lip in a way that made it pretty clear he was just being a terrible tease now.

From:

myownface

"Well, I could tell you, but it's a secret. I'd have to whisper," Sparkle replied, leaning forward a little and appreciating the view. There was something about that lip bite that made his breath catch a little.

God, Tony was hot. Why were there not more people out there telling Tony that he was hot?

From:

imafuturist

Something about his already healthy ego probably?

Tony helpfully plucked the bottle of Fireball out of Sparkle's hand to put it on the ground, putting himself firmly into his personal space. Oops? "Yeah?"

From:

myownface

You mean Tony didn't need help to be shameless?

"Yeah," Sparkle agreed, smirking shamelessly as he leaned forward that last little bit to close the space between them. Not much space at all, at this point. And if he tilted his head like so, looking like he was going to whisper something into Tony's ear...

Well, it was all the better for nibbling a little at Tony's earlobe, instead. Wasn't it?

It was right there and nobody could blame him, dammit!

From:

imafuturist

When properly motivated? Not really. It was strange, right?

Tony helpfully tilted his head a little and put his hand on Sparkle's hip to steady him. "How much have you had to drink so far?"

Because he really didn't want to actually take advantage here.

From:

myownface

Sparkle chuckled a little at that. The concern was actually kind of sweet, in a way that Sparkle never really expected people to be sweet. He appreciated it, though, leaning back and licking his lips a little.

"Enough to be flirty, not nearly enough to not know what the hell I'm doing," he promised. "I want to say 'if I was actually drunk, you'd know,' but I dance on tables for fun when I'm sober. So."

From:

imafuturist

"Good," Tony replied, cupping Sparkle's jaw with his free hand to pull him forward for a kiss.

Look, someone had spent too much of his twenties and... some of his thirties living down to expectations. It wasn't something he wanted to do again.

From:

myownface

Expectations were for other people. People who were not currently making out in the shadows after a week of sexual frustration.

Those people didn't know what they were missing, goddamn.

Sparkle, though? Sparkle was quite pleased with this turn of events, because Tony was still one hell of a kisser, and this time they weren't even randomly madly in love for no apparently reason. Score. Sparkle reached one hand up to place on the back of Tony's head, fingers running through his hair.

Coming up for air could happen... eventually. Just not right this minute, apparently.

From:

imafuturist

Well, they did have this nice pile of pillows that made the whole party seem like it was set in the 70's with a fishbowl full of keys somewhere. So, glasses houses, yes.

Tony hummed happily at the fingers in his hair, having no problem with almost pulling Sparkle into his lap for this to continue.

From:

myownface

Oooh, closer? Sparkle could do closer. Sparkle could get right up close and comfortable, would be quite happy to press himself up against Tony and kiss him for all he was worth. That actually seemed like an excellent direction to steer this evening in. Or to be steered in, by Tony.

Who, and it was worth repeating, was a fantastic kisser. If Tony wanted him actually in his lap, Sparkle would be more than happy to oblige, in fact.

From:

imafuturist

A week's worth of sexual frustration! It was probably a wonder there weren't some more, ah, enthusiastic displays around them.

"Well, this isn't how I expected my evening to go," Tony muttered, kissing at his jawline. Because it was there and Tony was pretty affectionate. It was disgusting. Really.

From:

myownface

Seriously, super gross. Which was probably why Sparkle was leaning his head sideways a little and making that pleased humming sound, there.

"Good thing? Bad thing?"

If you said it was a bad thing, Tony, Sparkle would probably bite you.

From:

imafuturist

He was a menace who was probably going to give Sparkle an interesting lovebite or two to explain tomorrow.

"A different thing," Tony replied diplomatically. "How did you expect yours?"

From:

myownface

As if anybody ever thought too hard about it when Sparkle had lovebites. Especially after a week like this one.

"Mostly I figured I'd at least have something to drink if I didn't have someone to make out with," he replied, smirking. "Basically, I couldn't lose."

Unless somebody took the alcohol away and he still didn't get any. That would've been tragic.

From:

imafuturist

He would have cried and had to build a pillow fort to survive.

"See, my plans were pretty similar. Though they generally ended with trying to work until I fell asleep in my lab."

From:

myownface

Yeah, but if he played his cards right, at least he'd maybe still have a lap to use as a pillow?

"See, I'd question the wisdom in drinking and then doing much work in your lab," Sparkle mused, "but I get the impression that you're really good with your hands."

Shameless. Just shameless.

From:

imafuturist

...true.

"That was a terrible line," Tony replied. Even though he was grinning because it was also hilarious. And he in no way helped by putting those hands on Sparkle's ass.

From:

myownface

"But I can't help but notice that nobody is denying anything," Sparkle replied, encouraged by those hands on his ass to lean forward for some more kissing. Because there were hands on his ass and that was basically the greatest development of the week, right there.

From:

imafuturist

Sparkle. Sparkle. That was clearly not something you wanted to be the highlight of your week. It made Tony sad for the island as a whole.

Tony hummed and kissed him back. There was even a shrug in there, but it was probably missed. Oh nooooo.

From:

myownface

Sparkle was so not paying attention to the shrug. The highlight of his week - sad or not - was doing that humming and kissing thing, and that was exactly the sort of thing that drove Sparkle nuts in all the right ways. All of them. Every last one.

Go on, Tony. Tell him that this was sad. But you'd have to reclaim your mouth for that, and Sparkle was way more interested in what your tongue could do when you weren't using it to speak, right now.

From:

imafuturist

Okay, that was a pretty decent incentive to drag one hand up Sparkle's spine to curl around the back of his neck to give a little squeeze. Also encouraged him to open his mouth to really show what a misspent youth taught him about kissing.

This was just going to end in things being thrown at them.