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2147h, bathroom at a house party
DJ’s hands grip the linoleum countertop as he stares back at himself. Heat swirling through his chest rises and falls, a faint buzz tingling in his ears.
“Fuck. Not good” He giggles, smiling at his own reflection. There’s glitter strewn onto his cheekbones, the messy placement done by a girl he hardly knows. She leaned forward, a small rock on her fingertip and said, “Lets see how this makes you feel” before placing it gently on his tongue. A water bottle was thrust into his hand before he could process it, Superfish’s fingertips trailing down his back as he patiently waited his turn, and suddenly here he was.
His hairs messy, falling down away from his face, the strands slightly sweaty from dancing. Leaning in closer, he fixes his eyes on his own pupils, attempting to discern if the shape is slightly jagged or if his mind is playing tricks on him.
“Hahh.” His left hand creeps to his stomach as his gaze falters, a slight disturbance from the mix of alcohol in his system. He was fucked. How could anyone take two doses of this stuff?
Turning away from the mirror, DJ lets his arms raise up, the faint sounds of music traveling in through the bathroom door. His eyes close, bringing his limbs up into a messy formation, his hands raking through his hair. It feels good, whatever he’s doing, what does it matter anyway? A hum escapes his throat as he welcomes the warmth that envelopes him.
This was shaping out to be rather fun. Nerevs had consumed him for the day prior but now, he wondered, what had he been worried about at all? Nothing matters, none of it, and these girls were turning out to be actually rather fun to be around, even if he was just “Sebastian’s friend”.
He allows his hands to return to his sides as a sudden knock rings at the door.
“Yeah?” DJ calls with little disturbance. His eyelids feel heavy, his movements slowed. Buzzing energy concentrated within.
“Deeeejaayyyy” A familiar voice coos from behind the wood. DJ’s face lights up as he moves to unlock the door.
Pulling it open gently, the man facing him is Superfish. His pupils are completely blown, pulsating at the ridge of his iris. He too has glitter rolling down his eyelids, spilling onto his cheeks. He’s smiling wide, the purple glint of his earring contrasting against his pale skin. A fuzziness seems to surround him, a wonderful, tantalizing glow.
Superfish’s hands reach to DJ’s shoulder, caressing his arms. The touch is unfamiliar, but not unwelcome. DJ smiles back, welcoming the odd embrace.
Superfish leans in, his head laying by DJ’s ear.
“Are you having fun?” He whispers, excitement trilling in his voice. DJ chortles and leans away. Not out of anxiety, but rather, following his swaying body.
“Yes,” He laughs, taking note of Superfish’s puppy-like demeanor. The teal haired man pulls away, his hands still lingering on DJ’s forearms.
“Then come dance.” He invites, his hands moving down to hold DJ’s. DJ smiles back and nods.
As Superfish pulls him down the hall, DJ is made aware it does not feel as though he’s moving at all. Rather, he is floating.
The following moments blur, he’s holding a girl's hands moving jauntily to the music, he's spinning with Superfish, someone’s taking a shot on the couch as they watch. There's a humid smell, thick vodka and vanilla perfume. Thin streams of light cast from the kitchen. His body is illuminated, his soul ablaze. He’s sweating, he’s pulsating, he's alive.
“Smoke break!” one of the girls chirps, pulling most of the room with her. The door clangs as the others disperse for more liquor. Chatter is heard down the halls, as the group fades out of sight. DJ’s jaw clenches involuntarily as a smile lays plastered on his cheeks. Superfish splats onto the couch, padding the cushion beside him. DJ obliges and sits down, curling into the small space beside him without second thought.
The room now vacated, DJ’s eyes land on Superfish. His head is tilted up, fixed at the ceiling, his hair falling messily behind him as he breathes heavily. His pupils have thinned slightly, but are still inconceivably large. The glitters glints off his face.
“You are beautiful.” The words slip from DJ’s mouth. His face heats, but his mind does not react as his vision remains fixed.
Superfish turns his head to DJ, still lying back. His pupils pulsate slightly as he smiles, a warmth spreading across him.
“Yeah?” he asks breathlessly.
“Yeah.” DJ replies, maintaining eye contact.
Superfish’s gaze shifts across DJ’s face. The curvature of his jaw, the heaviness of his eyes, the wetness of his lips. Silence settles for a moment as he takes the boy in.
“You should kiss me.” Superfish mutters, unsure of it he’s said it outloud. He laughs slightly at his own comment. Fuck, he’s really rolling, but it doesnt matter. This euphoria, this intense passion he’s feeling, it's real.
“Fuck. We’re so high.” DJ laughs, his hand moving up to Superfish’s jaw. It's absurd, it's mindless. There's such an indulgence in this evening, but fuck, he can’t help it.
DJ pulls Superfish in, meeting the man's lips. He gently takes his bottom lip, kissing him slowly. Savouring the moment, their bodies intertwined. Superfish rakes his fingers into DJ’s hair gently. A tenderness in his touch, a beautiful, extravagant cascade of emotion swallowing him whole. The bitter taste left from the rock in Superfish’s mouth lingers in DJ’s own as he slowly pulls back.
“You taste like beer.” Superfish offers, smiling giddily.
“I know.”