forum Anyone up for a gay oxo? (closed)

Started August 17, 2019 by Deleted user

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Ok! I’m probably gonna head off to bed after I answer so ye ye.

This party was awful and Bryn knew it, but for some reason, he felt compelled to stay. Maybe it was the fact that just shifting on the couch made is head spin or maybe it was the way that he'd been eyeing up this cute grey-eyed guy who was totally rocking a kind of scruffy but cute enough to get away with it look. He'd been inching towards the guy all night and only now, on his… sixth?… seventh?… drink of the night could he admit that he really wanted to get to know him better.

"Hey!" he yelled over some trashy dubstep that the host loved because of course he did. "I'm Bryn, it's nice to meet you!!"

Zack has just wandered into the party for food and maybe a drink or two. He ended up eating all of the cookies and most of the chips, and most people were so off of their rocker drunk that they didn’t care. He sipped some water he brought for himself and looked around, angrily huddling into his flannel as he felt the Human who had been staring at him stupidly for the past hour look at him again. He moved his rather curvy self into the wall again (I forgot to mention that he has kind of a feminine shape, with real nice lower body curves) to try and blend in with the crappy, peeling wallpaper of the old house.

It was when that Human approached him did he actually look at him properly. He was drunk, too, of course.
“Hello, there,” Zack huffed over the shitty music, crossing his arms. “The hell do you want?”

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Bryn tried for a smirk but it came off as more of a soft smile, which might actually be best now that he was thinking about it. Not that he could think very well. His whole head felt weird and fuzzy and actually kind of nice and he normally didn't get this drunk, maybe he should do it more- Focus! He mentally slapped himself, snapping out of the daze to shrug. "I dunno, you're just really pretty and I wanted to say hi." He paused, seeming to grasp Zack's annoyance. "Is that okay?"

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“That’s great. I’m not a woman, by the way.” He glanced at the drunk Human with a slight raise of his eyebrows. “I think you can tell that I don’t have tits or anything. So like… maybe don’t flirt with me?” Zack wasn’t really a big guy on flirting. He preferred just getting down to business and nosing around to what the person would want from him. But he wasn’t about to be ruder and just ask the Human what he wanted. That’d be stupid.

"I know you're not a woman," Bryn answered snappily because he wasn't that drunk. He knew what he was doing and who he was talking to, if only vaguely. "And I dunno why that should stop me from flirting anyways, it's so much fun to flirt with nice-looking guys like you." He paused, seeming to deflate a little at Zack's disinterest. Of course, this guy didn't like him! Who would? "But obviously, if you don't like it, I can just go. 'M sorry I wasted your time, I'm kinda really drunk."

“I know you are.” He pointed his chin up to the ceiling, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall again. He was only here to ask unpopular Humans if they wanted someone dead or get a good night of pleasure. He wasn’t a hooker but he might as well be.
“I think I’ll just leave. You can find some other guy to flirt with.”

"But I don't wanna flirt with another guy." Bryn tried to take a step back and abruptly realized that he couldn't actually walk that well. He stumbled over to the wall to hold himself up, accidentally bumping into Zack. He tried to apologize, but all he could manage was a confused hum as the room started to blur around him. Hopefully, the host would let him crash on the couch for a while because he was going to be in a world of pain tomorrow.

Zack flashed his pointy, white teeth at the Human, only to realize that he was using him as a stabilizer. "Whatever. I'm gonna take you home to wherever you live. Where do you live?" He dragged the Human outside and uncurled his wings once they were in the pitch black, so the Human couldn't see them. Well, he might as well know that he's a Demon or otherwise he'd be out of work that night.

Bryn's arms were clamped around Zack's neck as they walked and he leaned into him heavily. Was this always so hard? And wasn't it normally a bad idea to give a stranger your address? Especially if you were drunk off your ass? Aw, fuck it. What's the worst that could happen? "1334 Harrington street. In that fancy highrise. 'M on the third floor, room 3C."

"Alright." He could maybe stay with the Human for the night and steal all of his food for bothering him. Good idea, Zack. He launched off into the air, flying towards the street with the apartment complex quite quickly and landing on the porch. He set the Human down after breaking into his apartment through the backdoors, pushing him down onto the couch and wandering off to the kitchen.

Bryn squawked loudly at Zack for breaking his doors, but he didn't really seem to be angry. This was mostly because he thought he had started to hallucinate, and also maybe wonder if he should be more careful about his alcohol intake. Normally he didn't have visions of flying, he just felt the floor wobbling under his feet and shit like that.

The kitchen was empty save a few packets of ramen and a tub of cream cheese that had been expired for three days. It, like the rest of the apartment, had an aura of disrepair. Like Bryn couldn't be bothered to live well.

Zack stormed into his living room and patted him down for his wallet, poaching it and flying out to a grocery store they passed angrily. He might as well be taking care of this Human because hot damn the Demon was hungry. He landed and grabbed some things, a loaf of bread, more ramen, milk, cereal, a ton of snacks, and some plasticware and plastic bowls and plates.

He returned and basically threw the Human's wallet at him again, huffing loudly as he started putting things away and noisily opening a bag of chips.

Bryn squeaked when the wallet hit him, shooting Zack a mopey glare from his spot on the couch. "Y'know normally people ask when they want something. It's kinda rude to just steal shit." He forced himself up into a sitting position, groaning when the world started to spin. "And make me some Raman while you're in the kitchen."

"Fuck you! Make your own damn ramen you stupid Human!" Zack snapped back angrily as he stalked into the kitchen again after walking out to listen to the Human talk. Apparently that was a mistake because all it did was waste his brain cells. He crunched his chips angrily and decided to stay in the kitchen for the night.

"Fuck you, asshole. It's my fucking house and technically those are my chips you're eating." He stumbled to his feet and braved the 20 step walk to the kitchen. Once he got there, he had to brace himself on the doorway. "At least get me a cup of water or something." He rolled his eyes at Zack. "I know you have a drop of empathy somewhere in you, beanpole. Use it."

"I'm not gonna use it on a Human like you. I don't care. I'm the one who had to deal with you last, and I'm hungry and tired of everything, so I'm crashing here and I'm not your maid. Unless you want a Contract where I'm bound to you, then too bad sweetheart, you have to do your own stuff." He wrinkled his nose at the Human and continued crunching loudly just to prove a point.

"Well maybe I do want a contract, ever think of that fuckmunch?" Bryn asked, just to be annoying. To be honest, it was taking most of his effort not to fall over and he'd heard maybe three of the words Zack said. Still, it was easier to pick a fight than to calm down and let Zack know how deeply exhausted he was. How he didn't actually think he could grab a cup of water right now without falling unconscious or breaking a glass and ripping himself to shreds trying to clean it up. "You'd pick up on shit like that if you weren't so up your own ass all the time."

"Well maybe fucking line up, asshole. You're clearly off of your damn rocker." He moved forward and pushed the Human just a little bit, seeing if he'd fall over. He wanted to tell this Human and tell him he was not as tough as he thought. Drunk Humans were the worst, and Zack never had any respect for them. Zack had little respect for Humans in the first place. Mostly because they always thought about themselves, like Bryn was right now.

Bryn was white-knuckling the wall to stay on his feet, face several shades paler than it had been before Zack got all up in his space. Up close he looked considerably worse, eyes glazed like he had a fever and a dozen nervous ticks playing out across his face. "I'm perfectly fine, dickhead. I said I wanted to make a fucking contract, so why don't you clean out your damn ears and make one with me. Or am I not getting through that thick fucking skull of yours?"

Zack, a not-drunk very strong Demon guy glared down at him and actually pushed him again, pushing him back away from the wall.
"Right, says the one who isn't even present with his skull right now. How about you just go lay down and wake up tomorrow hungover and a little less stupid before you decide you want something from me? Besides, the fuck would you want? A blowjob? That's all I can imagine from someone like you."

Bryn wobbled on his feet now that the wall was gone, overcorrecting and toppling forward into Zack. He threw his arms around his neck on instinct, privately glad that Zach was basically a tree and provided a very solid surface to regain his balance on. He blinked heavily, trying to stop the room from spinning. "Are you kidding? Knowing you, you'd fucking bite my dick off. I'd want… a companion. Someone to help me out. Be there when I got home and stuff." Shit, that was too honest! "And what do you mean someone like me!? I'm a perfectly nice guy!" Hopefully, it would work as a distraction.

Zack hissed through his teeth and showed them to Bryn angrily, showing his glistening, sharp teeth again. He did not want to be stunk up, because then he'd have to shower somewhere and it was definitely going to be here. But he didn't have shampoo and conditioner, neither of which he used in a long while and wanted to.
"Yeah, I don't think I would, because then I'd be killed by someone for disobeying a Human. And sure, I guess I could be your companion, but not if you're gonna treat me like this!"

Bryn paused when Zack showed off his fangs, gaze dancing between him and the floor. Eventually, he stared back up at Zack with a weak glare, unfazed except for the fear sparkling in his eyes. It was poorly hidden, completely obvious if you looked for more than a few seconds.

"Oh, I'm so sorry I let you buy yourself a bunch of food and stay at my house. I'd fuck off to the couch to leave you alone, but my legs aren't working, I think someone drugged one of my drinks, I can barely think straight anyway, and I have this gigantic asshole yelling at me! But I'm sure I'm really inconveniencing you." The anger drained out of him, leaving some kind of tired resignation in its place. "Just drop me onto the floor and walk away if I'm really such a bitch. I won't even be mad."