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The music was pounding, loud and hard. Riley was definitely feeling the beers he and Forrest had pounded down that night. He groggily watched Forrest attempt some smooth moves on a hottie with long wavy brunette hair. Riley chuckled as Forrest got shut down, in no uncertain terms. Forrest staggered over, and Riley let loose with something that he'd been saving up for quite some time. "*Denied*!" Riley giggled as Forrests face blurred into crankiness.
Forrest grabbed Riley's hand and dragged him into the next room. "Its time," Forrest slurred with precise tones. Riley stepped back in confusion. "Time for what, Forrest?" Riley was definitely concerned. Forrest drunk was not something that one usually chose to meddle with and with Buffy out of town chasing demons in LA, < with Angel > and Willow with Graham, he was going to be the one stuck calming Forrest. Or else participating in whatever crazy schemes Forrest came up with.
The room that Forrest had chose to drag him into smelled kinda sweet and smoky and he looked around in confusion. Forrest was accepting a small burning pipe and after hitting it, passed it to Riley. "Just inhale and hold it, dude." Riley batted the burning object away in horror. "Forrest, you're in the military. You can't be smoking weed!" Forrest let out a long guffaw. "Riley, can you be any more Iowa? Its not gonna hurt you. They don't *dare* test us. Haven't you ever been curious?" Riley watched as Forrest hit the bowl again. < Fuck, Buffy's probably getting busy with that Angel guy. Why am I bothering to be good? > Almost of his own volition, Riley reached for the pipe as Forrest passed it again.
Twenty minutes later, Forrest and Riley exited the room, feeling a lot hazier and giggling a lot. Forrest tried to jog back to Lowell House and wound up stumbling his way along. Riley, who was only slightly more sober tried linking his arm under Forrest to hold him up. As they walked down the path, Forrest spotted a Tansaly demon, pointed it out to Riley, chortling, "Look dude, its a freaking *demon*."
As the two staggering men approached Lowell House, Riley started trying to focus. "Forrest, act straight here." Forrest giggled some more. "I *am* straight, man. You're the one thats holding *me*!" Riley shook his head, lugging Forrest's extremely muscular body inside the dorm. Riley pulled and pushed Forrest along, until he got to Forrest's room. "Dude, you gotta come in. We need to *talk*!" Forrest yanked Riley's arm, pulling him into the room and kicking the door shut.
Riley collapsed on Forrest's king size bed. Forrest followed him, just a beat later. They lay there, each thinking of their respective girls in silence, until Forrest sat up with a jerk. "I'm fucking *horny*." He moved to jump up, but was unable to move. "Gonna call up, what was her name? Amy?" Riley sighed. Here was his task for the night. "Forrest sit down. You're not gonna call her up all stoned and acting stupid." Forrest twitched belligerantly. "The hell I'm not, I'm horny!" Forrest actually managed to stand up this time, but was standing there, looking confused. Riley sat up with an effort and grabbed Forrest tipping him back onto the bed.
The only problem was, Forrest landed right on top of him. Another problem was, he didn't hate the feeling. Forrest started giggling, "Are *you* gonna take care of me, farm boy?" Riley rolled his eyes. "Forrest, you're losing," Riley's words were cut off as Forrest kissed him. A real, honest to god kiss. Riley was in shock, but not so much that he didn't kiss back. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before, not soft and sweet, but rather hard and bruising. < This is totally different than kissing a girl. >
Riley was totally confused when he felt himself begin to become aroused, enjoying the contact through the haze of the beer and pot. When Forrest began to run his fingers through Riley's hair as he continued to plunder his mouth, Riley couldn't help it and began to rub Forrest's back through the soft cotton t-shirt. He was shocked to find hard, rippling muscle, rather than the soft curves he was used to, but intrigued by the contrast.
Forrest rolled the two of them so that they were on their sides facing each other. "You cool, man?" Riley slowly nodded, closing his eyes and reaching out. Forrest startled him by yanking his t-shirt over his head, large fingers running softly over his flesh, which quickly pebbled with goosebumps. Riley cocked his head in consideration and divested Forrest of his shirt as well, joining him in his slow exploration. As the two slowly drew closer together, Riley was startled yet again, when he felt Forrest's erection against his thigh.
Riley couldn't seem to stop himself from reaching down to stroke Forrest, as Forrest simultaneously did the same. In what seemed like seconds, Riley and Forrest were clad only in their boxers, lost in yet another astonishingly raunchy kiss. Riley couldn't believe the difference in this situation. Usually, he felt nervous, as if he could break Buffy in half. Forrest, on the other hand, was hard enough to shatter, but was far from fragile.
Riley was lost in the tactile sensations, feeling as if he was going to float away on a wave of pleasure as Forrest bent his head to lick at his nipples. The groan that Riley emmitted startled Forrest, who looked up at Riley's face. Getting another idea, Forrest quickly stripped Riley of his boxers and shed his own. The two magnificently muscled boys looked at each other in a fog of possibilities. Then Forrest slowly and deliberately laid down and took Riley's shaft in his mouth.
Riley couldn't remember the last time a blowjob had felt so delicious. Forrest had never done this before, but he knew what he liked having done to him, and proceeded to try out all sorts of things on the only too willing Riley. The licking was Riley's undoing. Riley reached out to stroke Forrest's erection, which was twitching close to his mouth and tried a little experimentation of his own. The purring that this action elicited from Forrest caused Riley to shiver in pleasure. Wrapping his hand around the base, Riley increased his suction, savoring the feeling of the hardness in his mouth.
The pleasure intensified for both Riley and Forrest, as each found an easy rhythm. Riley realized that for the first time, he didn't have to worry if the other person was getting tired or annoyed. He could lose himself in the liquid feeling and do the same for Forrest. Riley was nearing his peak and he could tell that Forrest was as well, if the increasing hardness and small involuntary thrusts were any indication.
Riley let out an enormous strangled moan as he came in hot spurts. As his orgasm subsided, Forrest joined him with his own roar of pleasure. Riley licked his lips and slowly let Forrest's softening shaft slip out as Forrest did the same. They lay side by side, alcohol and sensual exhaustion combining to induce quick heavy sleep.
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Riley fought his way to the surface of his sleep when he felt the body next to him stirring. < I thought Buffy was in LA? > He opened his eyes, jerking in shock as he met Forrest's eyes and realized that they were both naked, covered with Forrest's comforter. Forrest was nervous, trying to think of something, anything to say. Riley shook his head. "Good morning?" Riley and Forrest both burst into laughter at the utter inanity of the greeting. "Well, there's nothing else you *can* say when you wake up naked next to your best friend." Forrest thought a moment and had to agree. Riley shrugged. "Wanna go get some breakfast?" Forrest smiled, < Things are gonna be just fine. > "So, Buffy's due back today?" Riley nodded. "And you owe me one for not letting you piss off Amy last night." The two dressed and headed off to the cafeteria, talking carefully of demons and football.
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