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Post by bahamas on Oct 10, 2010 20:12:05 GMT -5
This place was defiantly strange. All the bright lights and tons of people, not like the small villages back at home. Man he felt like such a whiny bitch always comparing everything to home. Either way it was quite a sight to see! Bahmas' eyes glittered with excitement as they had finally landed in Tokyo, Japan. "Look Morocco!" he said happily to his traveling companion. "Isn't it awesome!" he sounded like a little boy who had just gone to Disney Land for the first time in his life. But he couldn't help it! He had always been cooped up at home, always being the place visited instead of going out and seeing the world, but now he finally had his chance!
He had already managed to visit America, Italy, and all of those big countries, but this would be his first time in Japan. And this would be the first time traveling with someone. "Oh!" the boy said, turning around to face his friend. "What was it you wanted to show me again? The thing you kept talking about on the way here?" Poor little Everett, if only he knew what exactly the thing Morocco had been talking about was, he might not have to experience what would come later on.
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Post by morocco on Oct 10, 2010 20:56:12 GMT -5
oh, you sly fox you, morocco.
having gotten bahamas on a plane and flew all the way to tokyo, the duo would land at the airport during the evening hours - just as planned. a pleasant smile was upon the youth's face as he grinned excitedly, leading the poor bunny astray. "of course it's awesome." he would state matter of factly, a hand on his hip as he winked at the brown haired boy. "oh, you'll see soon. it's the best place where all the parties and excitement happens!" with that stated, we can assume that bahamas had went along with it due to being such a party kid. and thus, they went to the red light district. over the span of a few hours they would sight see a bit, before arriving at a pretty nice 'hotel'? they couldn't be sure.
but the party was happenin' in the basement of it, and morocco made sure to give bahamas more than what he knew he could handle. now here they were, sitting next to each other on the sofa with a television nearby. apparently they were given their own private rooms, a nice big bottle of alcohol that had mostly been fed to bahamas on the table in front of the sofa they sat on, while morocco drank a few glasses - nothing too much, though. "the music is so loud here," he started, flicking through the television, "but eh, today had been pretty fun right?" with a grin, he turned to the boy to see exactly how well his plan would work.
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Post by bahamas on Oct 10, 2010 21:32:58 GMT -5
Why did he have to be so goddamn gullible? Hurrg. He could feel the bad vibes in his soul, but he was to hammered to even really think about them too much. Normally Baha was good at holding down his alcohol, after all he drank a ton of fruity drinks ever so often back at home, but those had subtle traces of alcohol. Now this was the hard stuff. At first he didn't really enjoy it but Morocco had just kept insisting on it.. and the bottle looked expensive so he didn't want the money go to waste. But now he felt light headed and.. well drunk.
He didn't quite catch everything the white haired boy had said, but he got the gist of it. "Mmm," he said softly, laying back into the couch, finding it oddly comfortable. He kinda just wanted to fall asleep right there, but something in the back of his mind told him not to. But he was too drunk to listen. The boy closed his eyes for a moment, listening to the sound of pounding music not too far and the television saying nothing but gibberish as Morocco kept flipping through channels. Tomorrow he was going to have one massive head ache, he could just feel it man.
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Post by morocco on Oct 10, 2010 22:47:25 GMT -5
well, we can only assume what would happen. though morocco wouldn't exactly let the boy fall asleep completely, he certainly wouldn't be 'fully' awake. the story could be pieced together as bahamas would most likely wake up with his lege entwined with morocco's, head pressed against his.. well.. bare chest. not to mention, both were quite nude, ahem.
clothes were all over the place, and there was a rapid knocking on the door that would most likely awake both the nations, the white haired north african groaning softly as he winced, staggering to get on his knees as he peered up towards the clock. "whoa... what time is it...?" he grumbled, not exactly paying attention to the position they were in, or the fact... yeah. okay, it wasn't as if moor's planned to take advantage of bahamas.
... it just... sorta happened.
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Post by bahamas on Oct 10, 2010 22:57:39 GMT -5
Everette had a really weird dream. Something about going skiing on an ice cream mountain. Huh, anyways he was slowly waking up from his little dream, his head pounding like a mofo and his stomach growling, hungry for ice cream. His eyes opened slowly and he cuddled closer to whatever was making him so warm. It was comfortable.. until he realized someone was holding him.
Naked.
His immediate reaction was to gtfo out of there, so he naturally got out of whatever position he was in and just rolled off the fucking bed with a loud thunk. His eyes were wide open, blankets now covering half of his body, an expression of horror and confusion written all over his face. He pushed himself up before coming face to face with Morocco, who was also naked. "AHHHHHHHHHH!"
Time to wake up now.. please.
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Post by morocco on Oct 10, 2010 23:06:07 GMT -5
there was a slight chuckle as his side was nuzzled, but shortly after there was a scampering away - leaving morocco to stare dumbfoundedly at the boy who seemed to want to take all the freakin' covers away, leaving the moor completely naked. but, you see, he wasn't as shamed about his body like baha, so he didn't even make any moves from his position. yep. he just chilled there. nude. like a boss.
"..." he waited until everette was finished his little death scream of hell - before rolling up what appeared to be morocco's boxers and tossing them directly at bahamas face. yeah, that's right. don't even go 'ew', nigga. you was all up on it last night. >:c
"you finished screaming like a chick? the hell is wrong with you?" honestly. seriously. was that scream even needed? the person who was knocking at the door would suddenly chime 'is everything okay in there?', leaving morocco to shout, "yeah, everything's good. go away now!"
inb4 srs discussion.
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Post by bahamas on Oct 10, 2010 23:19:20 GMT -5
For your information, Morocco's boxers ended up hitting him right in the face, which make him squeal very loudly. "Don't t'row dat s'it at me!" he fumed, not using proper English. Yeah, when he was angry he couldn't pronounce his h's... sorta came with being a native of The Bahamas. Ug, dude he just felt so.. WTF did happen last night. He was soooo confused, he felt like throw stuff out the window but crying too. I mean no offense to Morocco but there are tons of other people he wished he could of had his first time with! Not to mention he hardly even remembered it!
All he did was sigh when he asked what was up, deciding that throwing a fit was going to fix absolutely nothing for him except make a racket. "Nothing," he cried. "Just nothing." He gathered up all the blankets and avoided looking at Morocco and his birthday suit. He wrapped himself up and got onto the bed, staying in a little ball. He was never going to drink again. Never never for never never EVER again.
QQ
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Post by morocco on Oct 10, 2010 23:38:13 GMT -5
morocco blinked, watching the little nation curl up in a ball beside him with the covers all about him, and the white haired boy felt bad suddenly. was he wrong for doing the deed? i mean... it could be considered rape - but bahamas wasn't exactly 'unwilling' as the situation transpired. a hand rubbed against his neck, and lips thinned into a soft, simple line... "everette..?" a soft whisper, and the youth would shift his body over a bit, tugging at the blankets and snaking his way into the little huddle, even if a bit forcefully. everette wouldn't look at him most likely, but the boy didn't want his friend to start crying, or be upset. honest, he didn't think everette cared that much!
or that he was a virgin...
anyways, after 'hopefully' getting in the little blanket ball, the two of them would be under the covers with morocco on his knees, looking over bahamas inside who he couldn't make out if he was crying or .. well, he wasn't sure. his right hand lifted, a thumb brushing against the boys cheek and lower eye, wiping away any tears if they were there. "i'm sorry..? i didn't know.." he stated. okay, it was true that he didn't know everette was a virgin, not that he wasn't drunk and easily taken advantage of. 8I
"you know," he started quietly, a simple smile over his lips as a light reddish tint dotted his cheeks, "i find you really adorable... you're amazing, everette. but, if you hate me.. i understand." he paused, trying to figure out a way to make the poor boy feel a bit more at ease, and happy again. "but i do really like you, you know..."
oh, you sly fox, you.
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Post by bahamas on Oct 11, 2010 16:20:15 GMT -5
Crying? He wasn't that big of a pussy. He just felt a little.. weird? Which makes sense because ANYONE would feel weird waking up next to on of their friends, naked. Especially if you were both the same gender and you didn't exactly know if you swung that way or not. But he wasn't angry at Morocco, even if he did take advantage of him slightly. Everette wasn't exactly angry at himself either, after all he never foresaw this coming. What he was angry at was that damn bottle of alcohol and whoever provided it. Damn bastards set him up >8I
He felt the rustle of blankets as Morocco forced his way into his bubble of safety. He felt his band brush against his cheek in a caring way, with made him turn pink in the face. Poor thing wasn't use to this kind of affection. Didn't know what? That he was a virgin? Well, it might not be obvious by his name, like the Virgin Islands, but still! Did he look like the type to be banging chicks left and right?
Didn't think so.
His cheeks flushed a deep red at the compliments, not sure how to react from the embarrassment. Normally you were suppose to confess before you banged them B( But, he turned his head to his friend, cheeks still bright red as he said, "That sound so damn cheesy,"
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Post by morocco on Oct 11, 2010 20:55:18 GMT -5
he saw that his smooth talking had some effect on his companion, the white haired youth giving a small smile to everette, his charisma so coo yo. as well as his ego. but he would mask it during this whole situation, as to not get lolrejected by pretty boy, okay?
"maybe," suhail would admit, grinning slyly as his hands fell to his side, his own eyes trailing over everette's nude body. damn right he was going to take peeps! delicious yaoi plz. before long, his grin turned into a mischievous smirk, figuring first in his head as to how he would word his little... proposal. "...if it makes you feel any better, we can do it again.." he would lightly put, narrowed eyes on his victim as he gave the invitation.
"this time, you'd be able to remember everything. but, i mean.. its not as if you have anything to worry about. you were absolutely amazing." totally. morocco moved in a bit, nuzzling his face down against the others neck teasingly before retreating. "at first i wasn't sure if it would fit," suhail would state jokingly, making a motion towards his own lower half (god he is so dirty LOL), before flashing another grin, this time somewhat dark.
"though i was pleasantly surprised. you come with a nice ass and you're pretty big down there. i forgot that you were black."
STEREOTYPES FTW.
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