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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Davin feels a surge of affection for Gabe, leaning in to nuzzle against his warm, solid chest for a moment. He stays there for a moment and kisses the point of Gabe's chin as he tangles their fingers finger.

"C'mon, ya big sweetheart. I'm not far." He pulls Gabe along and then lifts Gabe's arm to wriggle his way underneath it, pressed close as they walk. "Tell me how you've been."

He keeps his arm curled around Davin, keeps him pulled in close, skinny and lovely.

"I've been okay," he says, which is sort of a lie but not a million miles away from something true.

Davin snuggles in closer to Gabe as they walk, curling his arm tightly around his waist. At his response, he turns his head to look at him curiously. He doesn't like the sound of that, just okay. He wants Gave to be good. Great, even.

"Well, things are lookin' up now, aye?" He grins and pulls Gabe along a little quicker when the bakery comes into view. "I've got some pastries that Maddy sent up this morning, if ya want something sweet an' sticky."

He presses a grin to Gabe's jaw and pulls him up the stairs, eager to get inside.

"Things are definitely looking up." Gabe's been trying hard to live more in the moment, anyway His fingers skim along Davin's arm. "I could definitely go for something sweet."

Davin smiles and unlocks his front door, leading Gabe in by his wrist. He kicks off his shoes and jeans, leaving him shivering slightly in his boxer briefs as he heads for the kitchen. "Make yourself at home. I'm gonna make us some hot cocoa an' you're gonna drink it."

He stares as Davin strips, eyes drawn to the curve of his ass. The incongruity of it alongside promised cocoa makes him laugh.

"Alright."

"Don't laugh, I'm freezing." He smiles shyly over his shoulder and pulls out his melting chocolate and starts heating up a pan. Davin doesn't half-ass hot chocolate. Go big or go home, and going big means melting down good chocolate in a pan. He stirs the chocolate and raises an eyebrow, lifting the spoon and letting chocolate drizzle back into the pan as he looks pointedly at Gabe's crotch. His eyes are sparkling as he looks back up at his face with a delighted grin. "I have an idea."

Leaning his hip against the counter, Gabe folds his arms across his chest and raises his eyes.

"Oh?"

"Thinkin' about drizzlin' this on your dick and lickin' it off." He smirks and brings the wooden spoon to his mouth, licking off some of the chocolate with a raised eyebrow. He chuckles and heats up some milk, hips swaying to some beat only he can hear before he divides the milk and stirs in some melted chocolate, going so far as to top them off with whipped cream and a sprinkle of cinnamon. He brings them over and hands one to Gabe before sitting on the sofa and cupping his mug, bringing in close to sniff. "Here ya go. Kavanagh special."

"You've got a filthy mouth," says Gabe as he takes the cup, cradling it between his hands as he takes a seat.

"Oh, does it offend ya? I'll be sure an' keep it clean." He blinks over at Gabe with an innocent expression and smiles a little as he takes a sip of his cocoa. God, that's good. All he needs is this, and possibly a shower, and Gabe.

Maybe Gabe in the shower.

"You know that's not what I want," he says, eyes sliding down to Davin's crotch as he takes another sip of his drink.

Gabe's eyes on him warm him up even more than the cocoa. He's aware of what he looks like, all long and lean and in his underwear, smeared in paint and nipples peaked and puffy from the cold. He lifts his feet onto the coffee table and crosses his ankles, lapping at the whipped cream. "An' what is it that ya want, Gabe?"

"You on your knees sucking my cock," he says, smirking. "For a start."

"Are ya always so bossy?" He takes a sip of his cocoa and raises an eyebrow at him. "I'm not beggin' this time, y'know."

He laughs and scoops up some cream on his finger before sliding it into his mouth to suck it clean. "Maybe you should beg."

Watching Davin suck on his finger, it's hard to formulate a clear thought.

"Would you like that?"

"Mmmmaybe." He grins and licks the pad of his finger, amber eyes on Gabe's as he pulls it out of his mouth with an obscene pop.

"What else would you like?" He asks, more than content to watch the show that Davin's currently putting on.

"I like to hear you talk," Davin tells him, cheeks a little pink as he shifts a little to face him. "Maybe you could talk about how you want me to fuck you."

"Mhmmn," he says. "Maybe I could do that."

Davin just raises an expectant eyebrow and takes a slow sip of his drink, waiting.

" I want your cock," says Gabe, eyes fixed on Davin's. "However you want to give it to me. In my mouth. In my ass." Carefully, he sets down his mug and then slides down onto his knees in front of Davin. "I want to be a slave to it." He glances up. "For tonight at least."

Davin swallows hard as Gabe speaks, cock twitching and starting to thicken under the thin material of his boxer briefs. He sets his mug down on the side table next to the sofa and leans back, reaching out to drag his fingers through Gabe's hair. "Show me how much you want it."

This isn't a role that he's played that often but he's pretty sure that he can get into it, given the sight of Davin stretches out like that. He leans forward, hands clasped loosely behind his back and mouthes the shape of Davin's cock through the thin fabric of his underwear.

"Fuck." Davin lets out a whimper, breathing picking up as he watches Gabe mouth at his cock. He's hard enough to be pushing out the fabric obscenely and he slides his fingers into Gabe's hair as his head tips back. "God, you feel so good. You know jus' how t'get me goin'."

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