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

[ethanbialecki]

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.

Comments

[davin]

"Yes, after everything. Ya may be a helluva fuck but I don't go breakin' my rules for anyone." Nathan gets up and Davin gives his ass a playful smack as he gets off the bed. "But I will let ya pick the position, 'cause I'm a giver."

[bachjones]

"Oh, that's fucking charming. Does that at least mean you can show me test results if I get sores on my mouth?"

How the hell can he think straight with a naked guy around and a painful boner, seriously. "Guess that means you will have to get on your knees, if I ever find some baggies."

[davin]

"I could, actually. Yer not gettin' anything from me." He's not about to apologize for being safe, no matter how horny he is. "Guess ya better look hard."

He blows Nathan a kiss and rolls over in one slow, sinuous motion, completely unsurprised. Guys always seem to want Davin on his hands and knees. Pretty soon, he'll stop being the slightest bit disappointed by it.

He spreads his legs and arches his back, sticking his ass up in the air and letting it sway back and forth.

[bachjones]

That's impressive, although Bach would never admit it.

"You're really ruining the party now, you know." He flips through the kitchen drawers, humming something angry horny he once created for a guy that wanted revenge on his ex-boyfriend. It had ended up being completely hot with the three of them.

"Gotcha." The box is old enough to have been sun bleached, but he finds a condom inside and that's what he needs. "Last fuck of the night, rabbit!"

[davin]

Nathan's comment, along with whatever song he's humming and weaving through Davin's mind makes him scowl, even as his cock drips onto the sheets. He's starting to feel like he's just an object, but he supposes he's known that all along. "Better make it count, then."

[bachjones]

Maybe Bach just all his magic. Hah, isn't that fucking ironic.

He walks back to his mattress, one hand working down the stupid rubber because it's not like he doesn't know how to handle those things. He kneels behind Davin and plants a kiss in his neck. "I'm spoiling the party now, aren't I?"

[davin]

"Ya could have done without makin' me feel bad for wantin' t'be safe," Davin grumbles, but he turns his head to look at Nathan over his shoulder. "Sorry, I'm probably expectin' too much. I don't - I told ya I don't do this that often."

He smiles a little and reaches back to touch Nathan's cheek, thumbing at his bottom lip. "But I'm ready."

[bachjones]

"You keep saying that. Is it a hint for me to let you go or -"

Bach teases him again, his cock rubbing against him before pushing inside in one go. For some reason he always likes it better to be the teased one than the teaser. "Or are you waiting for me to change your mind and invite you over every day of the week until you get used to four orgasms a night? Just asking, I know some people find it hard to be super honest."

"Oh, fuck." He pulls Davin upright, back aligned to chest, one arm around him, the other moving down to find the guy's dick, warm and hard. "Another thing that feels really good. Or do you rather stay on all fours?"

[davin]

"Don't let me go," Davin pleads, and he's about to say more but then Nathan's cock is there, sheathed in slick rubber, and then he's pushing in without the teasing Davin expected. It still burns a little, but it's nothing he can't handle and the fullness feels like relief.

He moans when Nathan pulls him up, letting his head fall back onto the man's shoulder and turning to mouth at his neck, groaning when he touches his cock. "N-no, I like this."

[bachjones]

"Finally I find something he likes", Bach teases, biting down a moan because neck and throat are always a success but somehow too often overlooked. It's that he thinks that Davin already got enough embarrassing begs from him.

He keeps his hand in place, just squeezing with every thrust. Depending on how long Davin would last, Bach'd keep his mouth shut or not.

[davin]

"It'll do," Davin says breathlessly, trying to tease, but the words are punched out of him with Nathan's deep thrusts. He lets out an embarrassingly needy whine and bites down on Nathan's neck to stifle it, remembering how much he liked to be bitten last time.

The pressure on his cock is wonderful, but just on the wrong side of enough to make him come. He feels pinned in place and he likes it, bouncing on Nathan's thick cock and trying to thrust up into his fist.

[bachjones]

"Oh fuck you, don't start doing more rabbit things now. I only have so many ways to pin you down."

The half attempt works really well for him though, clashing into his rhythm in an almost tickling way. Bach moves his thumb, circling Davin's slit after every thrust-squeeze. Screw him, Bach just likes his rhythms. Everywhere.

[davin]

He lets out a throaty laugh and sucks a mark into Nathan's neck, one that will stay for days, and then clutches at Nathan's forearm for balance. Heat pools low in his belly and he finally releases Nathan's throat from between his teeth to let out a low, drawn out moan. "I'm close, fuck, gonna come."

[bachjones]

"You and your fucking teeth", Bach rumbles. "Going to think of you for days."

He tilts his hips back a little, testing the new angle before getting back into the rhythm. "Come for me. Hard."

[davin]

"Mm, ya better." He grins but then Nathan is changing the angle and hitting his prostate hard, and Davin can't help but to shout loudly as he comes, muscles tensing as he arches up and comes all over Nathan's hand and his own belly.

He slumps back against Nathan and whimpers, thighs twitching as he pants heavily and tries to catch his breath as he comes down.

[bachjones]

Bach didn't expect that scream, but it's good enough to pull him over the edge. He moves a few more times until it gets stupidly uncomfortable and he lets Davin go.

"Fuck." He makes sure to plant his hands besides Davin, not sure if he can take any contact right now. "Don't forget to apologize to the neighbors later for that, okay? You okay?"

[davin]

Davin isn't expecting to be let go so suddenly and kind of face plants down into the bed, panting as he comes down from the high of his orgasm. He feels empty where Nathan slipped out of him and he curls up on himself a little, nodding and closing his eyes. "I'm okay."

[bachjones]

Bach laughs out loud, his body shaking both because of his orgasm and the incredibly stupid act that was. "Your hands, dude. Remember you have hands."

He rolls half off the mattress, stretches and allows his eyes to close. "Give me ten minutes, and I will get you breakfast. Any special demands? I know you're the demanding type, so you can be honest about it."

[davin]

What Davin wants is closeness, maybe to be held, but he's not going to dare tell Nathan that. That's not what Nathan signed up for, and not even something Davin thought he wanted at first. He shrugs and slides his hand through the mess on his belly before burrowing under the blankets again.

"As long as there's bacon," he rasps out, not wanting to ask for too much. "And coffee."

[bachjones]

"Really? No special story about how it needs to be llama chewed beans and fancy milk?"

He rubs Davin's neck. "Joking, rabbit. If you want bacon and coffee, I'll get you bacon and coffee. Probably with some sandwich involved, because I don't want people to think I'm being super exotic with such a combination."

[davin]

"I was gonna say french toast but I didn't wanna b'greedy." He turns to give Nathan a lazy smile when he rubs his neck, happy for the contact. "Thanks, man. I'll b'outta your hair soon."

[bachjones]

"Dude, the entire night and you barely touched my hair. I'm disappointed, even."

He sits back to get rid of that stupid itchy condom, but uses his foot to prod Davin's ass. "Now was that so hard? Not anymore, I guess. Shit, where did I put my pants now."

[davin]

"Oh, did ya want me t'pull it?" He snakes his hand out from under the covers to slide his hand into Nathan's hair and use it to gently pull him down into a brief kiss. But then he's pulling away to rid himself of his much-hated condom and looking for his pants, so Davin flops down onto his back. "Can I take a shower while you're gone? I'd rather not walk home all sticky."

[bachjones]

"You need to wash the me of you before you return to the cute little house with the wife and children?"

Bach is such an ass, that wasn't necessary at all. He's pretty sure you can't find guys more seeminglessly guy than Davin and they had a pretty awesome night together.

He waves it away. "I'm a grumpy bastard. Of course you can, bathroom is on the other side of the hall. I think there's a towel in there as well."

His pants are near the door and while dressing, he already opens it. "Coffee, French toast, bacon, yeah?"

[davin]

"Mainly just didn't wanna walk through town lookin' like the money shot in a porno," he mumbles, a little stung by the comment. He's still got paint smeared on him in places, and his shirt is covered in it, so the walk home will be enough without looking like he got fucked all night. He briefly wonders why Nathan is even bothering to offer breakfast, but he just sits up and walks naked towards the bathroom instead of asking, waving one hand in the air. "Yeah, that's fine. Coffee's the priority."

He steps into the bathroom and doesn't look at himself in the mirror before climbing into the shower and tipping his head back under the hot spray.