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[AU] Basement Party
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The big teen held her steady on his lap. He was floating on cloud nine. He wasn't in any rush to move anyway, or withdraw anything. Tiny shivers ran up and down his body. He was content to just stay exactly where they were.

His frost blue eyes regarded Ashley and a sort of dopey grin cross his face. He let go of her hair to pull a blanket off the back of the couch to wrap around their waists, really just the hips. He had no intention of covering those gorgeous well bitten breasts. He just kept her tucked against his side. He loved how the bruises showed up on her skin. He was pretty sure he could get hard again, he wasn't even fully soft, which is why he didn't want to shift and pull out, since it would mean losing the little muscle flexes that kept going through her.

"So... think you can reach the rest of the weed that spilled out your bra and we can start over?"

His deep voice is a little embarrassed and very eager. He rested the hand from her hair onto her hip in an almost possessive manner. His teen mind was racing with images of doing her... pretty much everywhere, in every way. It wasn't really ROMANCE... He knew her a bit. She was a cheerleader, he was a football player. So they went to a lot of the same events, practices. He loved her accent. But right now he just knew he pretty much had to be fucking her as often as he could, everywhere he could get her.
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Ashley rested against him and she felt his shivers. It made her smile to feel his pleasure. She nibbled his ear and wanted to get off his lap but changed her thought when he put the blanket around their waists. He was so sweet and seemed a completely different boy all of a sudden. Her body felt warm and sweaty and now that they had finished she felt the cold coming over her. It was only now that she realised that there was much noise and music coming from upstairs.

That eager and slightly ashamed tone in his voice and look upon his face made her tilt her head a bit to the side. Why was he so gentle and boyish right now? It was so adorable to see and hear. He made her feel so giddy and gigglish. She looked around and saw the bottle of Vodka from Mac and grabbed that one first while leaning back. It stood on the table so was pretty close. She handed it to Toran before searching where the bag of weed had fallen. She spotted it by the end of the couch.

"I think I can arrange that. I love the way you think darling."

Her knees were pinned by his sides to stay on his lap and to keep him inside her. She stretched to her complete length and reached as far as she could. Her fingers stretched towards the bag and she could just reach it. She rolled a joint and lit it with her zippo. She took a long drag and held the smoke in. The girl leaned forward and kissed him while blowing the smoke in his mouth. She sat back and took another drag before she took it between her fingers and licked Toran's lips so the joint would stick between his lips.

"Here you go. I like going again and again and again... "

She laughed and took a huge sip from the vodka bottle.
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The big teen kissed her back and drew the smoke in. He'd never considered it but he had to say... that was a great way to get an inhale. He smiled, feeling the warm relaxation flush stronger through his system. He was glad she was willing to stay still. He enjoyed the odd cuddle they had going on.

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"Oh I think we're going to be revisiting this conversation pretty often. After the party you want to see how many times we can get together before we pass out?"

His deep voice was eager. He was already picturing her under the bleachers at games. In the locker room during practice. In the hallways instead of at class. The mood he was in right now, she could stay balanced on his cock for the rest of their lives.
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The calming sensation of the joint with the mix of alcohol made her fuzzy. She felt slow and happy like everything around her was going in slow motion.

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The closed door helped him become free from the shit show that arose upstairs, and as he descended the stairway into the 'spooky' basement, he was relieved to be away from the madness. Nora and cocaine were, as of yet, the only good things about the party so far, and he was strongly considering just grabbing Moshe and driving off. His crush on Straight Sawyer wasn't enough to keep him here, especially when Paul and his bullshit were going to reign supreme over his night. Caston had to deal with most of Green Creek's assholes at school; he did not want to deal with them off the clock.

It took him a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darkened basement. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs when he saw... well... Toran's text wasn't pulling any punches when he said that there was a party in the basement.

He and... and... Caston couldn't remember her name... Oh, well: He and whatsherface-from-fourth-period-history-class were getting it on. Like on.

It took him a moment to try to look away, but the incredulous look on his face said everything.

'Really? Like, seriously. Really?'

He shrugged and shook his head. He never really spoke with Toran much, and didn't know the other girl at all; he tended to steer clear of the jock-circles. Usually, he'd never even dream of staying in the basement when one of their kind was engaged in... well, what they were engaged in, but the cocaine made him not care, and he wasn't about to go back upstairs.

Caston started walking toward one of the seats in the room that was - thankfully - void of people... fucking or otherwise.

"Sorry guys," he said with a hurried apologetic tone. "Mind if I chill here for a bit? It's kiiiinda crazy up there, and I want no part of it."

He sat down and unzipped his backpack, taking out the bag of weed he brought, as well as a blunt roll. Caston knew that it was always easier to ask forgiveness than permission, so he decided that his words to them weren't much of a request as they were a declaration - he was laying low in the basement, and he didn't care what was going on while he did. He just wanted to smoke himself stupid and take the edge off of what was, so far, a pretty disaster-filled night.

Caston broke up the weed and started lining it alongside the blunt wrap. He wasn't going anywhere, no matter what protests came.
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Toran heard a voice from his location under the blanket and certain parts of his anatomy twitched.

He lifted Ashley gently and shifted so he could look out from under her leg.

"Oh, hey Caston. Sup?"

His deep voice was a little hoarse, his eyes a bit bloodshot. He'd been mildly drunk when the evening started, though given his size a lot of that had already burned off given his... exercising. But he was on his second joint and hadn't really gotten stoned before. So he was feeling pretty damned relaxed.

Not wanting to be rude he used his thick arms to turn Ashley around like a china doll and set her on his shoulder like she was sitting down. He carefully kept her nethers covered by the blanket, not wanting to be rude and flash anyone her beautiful features. He was also keeping the fact that one of his thick fingers was still quite busy making up for the removal of his mouth.

"Didn't think anyone was coming down... ummm... how's the party going?"

He was in an odd sort of mental place. Contemplating this new situation. He'd offered to let Moshe stay and now that he thought about it he'd basically invited everyone. So on the one hand, the thought of more folks turned his somewhat burned crank. On the other he was a decent guy and Caston looked like he was having a hard night.

"Not going well huh? Sucks. You can chill here. I don't mind. I don't think Ashley is going to object..."

He looked up at the girl and realized it might be the first time he'd used her name. Her hands were fluttering around her bruised tits and she seemed to be still in the mood. He determined to keep that hand busy so she wouldn't feel neglected. Toran tried to be a good guy to anyone who seemed to have a problem.

"So what's going on? Shit just getting you down?"

It didn't occur to Toran, wasted as he was, that Caston might not want to have a heart to heart with a naked 6'4 offensive tackle with a nude cheerleader getting fingered on his shoulder like a stripper-parrot. Or that Caston might have a problem with his slowly recovering manhood just flopping around. He might have felt bad if it had. Toran, after all, was a helper.
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With her eyes closed she inhaled deeply the last bit of the joint but at that very moment she heard a voice behind her. It startled her and she coughed in a choking way. With a sharp jerk she turned her head to see who was there and it was... Caston! Who apparently didn't mind the little show that was on display in front of him. The boy sat down and said upstairs was kinda crazy. Well to Ashley this was kinda crazy. Bloody hell! He just walked in on them and pretended like they were going to have tea with a fucking joint.

The blonde tried to control her breathing and moaning. She hadn't been a silent one before so it took some concentrating to remain calm in experiencing her joy. She giggled when Toran turned her around so she was sitting in a somewhat more decent manner. Maybe decent was the wrong word because she was still sitting with exposed bruised breasts towards Caston. Luckily the blanket was still hiding her body from her waist to almost her knees. Toran'shand was still busy which pleased her and disturbed her. She had expected him to stop or something but the boy had no shame in sitting naked and doing a good job while there was someone else in the room. Had he been serious about that text?

With a firm blush on her cheeks, which was a mixture of her excitement and shame that Caston was there, she waved a bit awkwardly. "Erm... Hi! No problem at all if you share that one." She said a nod towards the joint he was rolling. Her smoke was out and had been tossed aside already. Her voice sounded soft but unsteady and every now and there had been a pause when Toran touched the right spot in just the right way. A shiver went down her spine as she leaned against the back of the couch with her lower part of her back, one hand rested on top of the couch and the other was playing with Toran's hair. She bit her lip at times trying not to get loud again but she had no idea how long she would last before he made her come again.
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How was the party going?

Caston looked up from breaking the weed up to give Toran a look. Even though he barely knew him from Adam, his expression would tell the larger student exactly what he wanted to know. He shook his head and continued to work, putting the bits of bud into the wrap.

"It might be generously be described as a shitshow," he muttered.

What was getting him down? HA! As though he was going to tell them? Oh, hey guys! I smeared blood on myself to look like a murder victim because I couldn't afford to get another costume after not being able to find my original one. Then, I came here, geeked out in front of someone I like who, by the laws of physics and general common sense, doesn't know and if he did, would avoid me like I had a plague rat as a pet. Then, a douchebag that gives me shit all of the time stole my friend's phone, and we almost had a confrontation until someone threw a bottle and started shooting everyone with blood. My friend tried to start a fight with the aforementioned douchebag, and so not knowing where else to immediately run to, I came down here to interrupt your sexcapades to smoke some weed to take the edge off of both the coke I threw up my nose as well as this party, which is looking more and more like it was a bad idea, and to weigh the option of just slipping out the back and going home. So, how are you guys!

Yeah, because that conversation was going to happen.

Instead of telling Toran the truth, he simply shrugged and said, "Stuff. You know, same old shit, different day."

He rolled the wrap in his hands and glanced over to Ashley.

"Need you ask?"

Caston licked the edge, pressed it together, and put it to his lips. He leaned back to take the lighter from his front pocket and flicked the flame on, puffing on it to get it going. When he inhaled, it was a sharp, but wonderful taste. He held it for a few seconds and then slowly exhaled upward, letting the back of his head rest on the cushion of the couch. He took another puff, inhaled it deeply, and held it for a beat longer than he did the first one. When he let it out, a thicker smoky haze escaped. The larger hit instantly started to work its magic, helping him to relax.

Pass to the left was his rule, and from his perspective, Toran was more toward his left than Ashley was, so he leaned forward, stretching his arm all the way out to pass it to him.

"Sorry for stopping you guys, for real," he said. "Desperate moment needed a desperate measure. So chill here for a second and smoke my weed."
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The big teen reaches out with his free hand and takes the blunt, he was baked enough for it to feel easy to inhale even as he coughed a bit, handing it up to Ashley.

"Bummer. You're good. I'm not in the kind of mood to kick anyone out. Heck, I tried to get Moshe and Mac to stay but..."

The naked kids big shoulders lifted in a shrug, raising and lowering Ashley slightly as he quickened the pace of his fingers beneath the blanket.

"Personally, after the first joint tonight... I decided to say fuck rules and do whatever came along and felt good..."

His deep voice was a soft rumble, so odd for a teen, the despair of the school's acting department for his refusal to join any of the plays. His frosty blue eyes regarded Caston with a grin and a slight eyebrow wiggle as well. He enjoyed the increased relaxation and peaceful vibes flowing through his system and settled in to see if Ashley could avoid screaming, or if she'd want to.
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Words were lost to her. Whatever the boys were talking about was not important. She needed to concentrate on being silent... or not? Yes! She had to. Caston was probably pouring his heart out so it would be so rude to make them aware of her climax. Concentrate! Concentrate! Her gaze turned towards Caston listening to his words... good he was mellow and not talking about feelings and shit.

The blonde took the joint and took a deep drag. She held her breath and let the smoke escape her parted lips while inhaling it through the nose. The quickening pace beneath the blanket made her shiver... once... twice... Ashley quickly shoved the joint between Toran's lips. Her hands gripped the edge of the couch. Her nails ripping the cloth as her high reached her. She bit in the back of her hand trying to muffle the sound of her moaning.

She threw her head back and arched her body. Her breasts standing perky. She couldn't help herself but to utter a yelp of joy in a mixture with a loud moan. She blushed firmly and slid like a shuddering snake from Toran's shoulder while she orgasmed. She landed her ass next to him, the blanket lost somewhere. She didn't care... all she cared for was this vibrating pleasure trip that was rushing through her body. She lay there breathing slowly to recover. A foolish grin played on her lips as she watched the two boys absentminded while she took a large sip of Vodka... "Anyone else?" she whispered.
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Caston waited until the blunt was passed to him and he reached out and took it, bringing it to his lips and leaning forward on the couch, casually, resting his elbows on his knees. "Wait a sec," he said as he held the smoke in from a rather large hit, his voice a little choked before he exhaled a thick cloud. He cleared his throat and continued. "Moshe was down here? You and Moshe are friends?"

Caston took another hit from the blunt, inhaling deeply. He didn't know which question he was more surprised to be asking: Whether Moshe was somehow in on the sextastic session happening in the basement or whether or not he and Toran knew each other socially. If they were friends, Moshe never told Caston, and if that were the case, the teen wondered why that was.

He exhaled again, drawing his lips to a circle, and exhaling a half dozen perfect little rings of smoke before letting the rest go in release.

"No thanks," he said in reply to Ashley's offer of vodka. "Vodka makes me do things I regret... but if anyone wants some of my SoCo, have at it."

He passed the joint to Toran, leaning forward again, and when he was sure that the other student had a good grasp on the wrap, he picked up the SoCo and took another swig.

"I'd ask how you guys are doing, but... well that goes without saying, right?" He wasn't exactly watching Ashley's contortions, but it was hard not to at least notice. He wasn't stupid, he knew what they were doing while he wrapped up the blunt. He wasn't in any mood to care, and the weed was finally starting to make him feel much more relaxed.

"Listen," he said, slurring only slightly on the L in the word. "Do you guys hear what's going on upstairs?"

He was referring to the faint sound of yelling and heavy things scraping against the floor above them. It could have been furniture or a person, who knew.

"I told you it was a shitshow upstairs!" He said, grinning. He started to giggle.

'Oh, hello marijuana!'
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The big teen chuckles and leans back on the couch, his head resting on Ashley's thigh as he takes both a hit off the joint, and a chug of the vodka, then a swallow of SoCo, so as not to be rude. The feeling of a hot girl wrapped around his fingers was causing certain resting members to try and wake up, but he was pretty relaxed.

"Yeah, I know Moshe. I was gonna give him a blowjob if he hadn't left.... I was kinda hoping to lose my mancherry tonight. Since I'm ditching the rest of my inhibitions, you know?"

The guy yawns slightly, all sorts of relaxed, mellow, but still energized and aware of Ashley to really be in the place to fall asleep. His hands kept moving, he wasn't sure how much she could take, but he kind of wanted to see if he could make her freak and totally lose it.

Listens to the thumps upstairs and rolls his eyes.

"Odds are that's Mac beating on someone. Normally I'd stop it, but... fuck it. It's a party right? Nobody paying me to chaperon her violent ass. Sexy though it be."

His frosty blue eyes regard Caston, one brow rising slightly.

"Why aren't you dating anyway man? Who cares if you're guy. You should just have some fun. You're only young once right?
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While holding the bottle of Vodka in one hand she searched for the blanket with her other hand. Once she had it she covered herself up. She knew Caston was not into girls but somehow there was still some shy vibe surrounding her. Even now that she had slipped next to Toran he still hadn't removed his hand. She looked at him with begging eyes as if to say he needed to shut up and fuck her again. It didn't take long before she came again and this time she couldn't hold back a loud scream when her body shook and her muscles tensed when ripples of pleasure went through her body. She closed her legs tight trapping his hand between them so he was unable to do something at least for a while until her body relaxed again. She mumbled something inaudible with a big grin on her face.

Once she could speak again without too much tremble she looked at Caston. "You shouldn't be so down. Who says you'll regret this night after enough vodka if you don't try it? Hm..." she laughed but knew her tease wouldn't work. She only wanted to see him smile. Gay or not he still was a pretty boy to look at. Then she looked amused when Caston seemed to get a gigglefit and she bumpd Toran with her hip to make him shut up about dating. Yes they were only young once but that was the worst subject ever! Her hand slid down stopping his to let herself cool down. If he kept pushing her over the edge like this she was going to shove Caston away and straddle Toran like there was no tomorrow. Strangely enough she was curious about seeing Caston naked and the thought made her laugh. Her chest bouncing up and down in rhythm with her laughter which in turn made her breasts look like her cheerleader pom-poms bouncing around.
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