ethanbialecki | You're Invited. To a UV Rave. [Open]

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You're Invited. To a UV Rave. [Open]

For an event so well known, there had been almost no advertising. The venue located in an old warehouse near the docks that had been renovated purposefully for such an event. And yet it had drawn quite a large local crowd - to the displeasure of some.

Everybody that pays the entry fee receives a free glass of champagne and a small bottle of UV paint in their prefered colour upon entry.

Throughout there are bars serving a vast variety of drinks and 'paint stations' complete with brushes and vast arrays of coloured UV paints. Allowing clubbers to be as creative with their ideas... or just plain messy as they wish.

There are two DJs, playing in different sections, one with the more traditional 'Electronic Dance' style of music, the other playing a selection of requests and popular classics.

It's designed to be a night the people of Siren Cove will remember - or forget if they choose to drink enough.

(OOC: I realise we have quite a few people on hiatus. Please feel free to join in even if you're late. Tag whoever you want, take who you like and have a lot of fun. Below I have included a couple of playlists - but I have terrible tastes in music so feel free to find your own playlists as backing inspiration)

UV Rave: The Club Anthem Mix from hitchhikingon on 8tracks Radio.

UV Rave: The EDM Mix from hitchhikingon on 8tracks Radio.

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God knows how he's managed to still be in his t/shirt but he has. He's had a hard time not thinking about the other night so, when he sees Gabe, he makes a beeline.

"You got room on your dance card for me?"

Davin grins when he hears that voice, so familiar now, and turns around to look Gabe up and down.

"I suppose I could squeeze ya in," he says with an amused glint in his eye. "Take you for a ride."

"All sounds pretty positive." He steps in, hand coming up to brush a thumb against a smudged lip print on Davin's cheek.

"Sure you don't already have your hands full?"

He grins at the soft touch of Gabe's hand on his cheek and leans into it, turning to press a soft kiss to the delicate skin of his wrist.

"Why Gabe, are ya jealous?" He winks and grabs the front of Gabe's shirt to pull him in as Davin walks backwards towards the bar. "Have a drink with me?"

Jealous isn't quite it but there's definitely a flare of something possessive when he sees Davin standing there.

"I'd love a drink."

He nods and pulls Gabe in by his wrist, letting go to lean his elbows on the bar. He lets his hips sway back and forth a bit as he signals down the bartender. He orders two shots of whiskey and turns around, handing one to Gabe with a warm smile.

"This'll do ya, aye?"

He takes the glass, free hand grazing Davin's hip.

"What're we drinking to?"

"Mm, I don't know." He leans into Gabe's hand on his hip easily, letting the rim of his shot glass rest against his lower lip. "Let's toast to this, right here. To havin' a good time with good friends."

Gabe is pretty sure he doesn't have friends he wants to fuck as badly as he wants to fuck Davin but it's not a point he's about to argue. He raises his glass.

"Good friends."

Davin grins and knocks his shot back, setting his glass on the bar and pulling out his paint as he licks his lips. His shirt is stretched at the collar and smudged with various colors of paint, and he considers taking it off as he rubs some more paint onto his lips.

He slips the paint back into his pocket and leans in to kiss Gabe's cheekbone, hands resting on his shoulders as he leaving a perfect print of his mouth. His gaze flicks down to Gabe's mouth and he gives him a soft kiss, smearing a bit of pink paint between their mouths.

"Wanna dance with me?"

Gabe knocks back his own shot an then holds still while Davin kisses him, spit laced with whisky. He groans softly, leaning after him, chasing another kiss.

"Fuck yes."

"Don't need this now, do I?" Davin strips off his shirt because it's warm in here and he has a gorgeous guy looking at him like he's hungry, so he has no use for it. He tugs on Gabe's hem with a wink and then takes his hand, pulling him out onto the dance floor.

Davin's good at this, the whole dancing thing. It's all in the hips. He grabs Gabe's hips and pulls him close, glad that they're about the same height as they start to dance.

No resistence in him at all, he lets Davin lead him out onto the dance floor. Once they slide lose, he tousles his fingers into David's hair, pulling him closer still.

He grins and tips his head back when Gabe's fingers tangle in his thick hair, eyelids heavy as he looks up at him. He slots his hips against Gabe's and rolls them in time to the music, tilting his head back further to expose the long line of his neck.

He bend his head, grazing his lips over Davin's throat as they dance, sucking at his pulse, smearing his throat with paint.

Davin grins and wraps his arms around Gabe's shoulders, pressing their bodies together and watching the lights dance along the crowd, breath hitching as Gabe sucks at his skin. "Mm, glad you found me."

"Me too," he says, mouth still in the hollow of Davin's throat. "Didn't even know I was looking for you but here you are."

"Here I am," Davin agrees breathlessly, clinging to Gabe and sliding a hand down to grab his ass, rolling their hips together as he keeps his head tipped back. Gabe's mouth is fucking intoxicating with that mix of soft lips and rough stubble.

He cradles the side of Davin's neck with one hand, their hips pressed together as he kisses smooth skin. It's crazy how well they seem to fit together.

Davin's breath starts to come a bit quicker as Gabe works his neck, and he slides his down down until his fingertips slip just below the band of Gabe's underwear, digging into soft flesh.

"God, you're gonna kill me." He laughs roughly and tips his head back further, coaxing Gabe's mouth down to the hollow of his throat. "That feels so good."

"Won't," he says, ducking his head to suck lightly at the hollow of Davin's throat. He's entirely, intensely aware of where Davin's fingers are.

"Mm, I know. I'm safe with you, aren't I?" He lets out a soft sigh and curls one hand around the back of Gabe's neck, holding him in place as not to lose contact with that glorious mouth of his. The other hand wanders a bit curiously farther down into his jeans, fingers digging into the fleshy part of his ass cheek.

Gabe had seemed like a top when they were together, but Davin played the part of power bottom pretty convincingly. He's been known to switch, depending on his mood, and tonight he thinks he might be in the mood for something very particular.

"Always safe with me," he says, in the process of sucking up a mark on Davin's throat. Abbie would have cussed him out for it but, somehow, he doesn't think that Davin will give a shit.

Davin grins and keeps his head tipped back as he rolls his hips against Gabe's, long fingers dipping curiously between his cheeks to explore. He can feel blood rushing to the skin under Gabe's mouth, but Davin doesn't think much of it. It actually gives him a small thrill. It'll proof that someone wanted him, that for at least one night, he wasn't alone.

Besides, he likes the marks, and he likes Gabe enough to let him leave them.

"Wanna come home with me t'night? Davin asks roughly, pressing the pads of his fingers against Gabe's hole teasingly before pulling his hand out of Gabe's pants to grab his hip.

That touch is just invasive enough that Gabe feels his cheeks flood with heat as he squirms his hips slightly against Davin's. The intention behind that touch is pretty fucking clear. He barely swallows back a moan.

"Fuck yes."

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