Thread: *Addicted to You* Love & Cupcake

Rave had gone out with friends to some club, one of the best for underground and illegal needs. He knew of it before, his old dealer having taken him there once or twice, before they had gotten into a fight. But at the club he stayed close to his friends, trying to scope out a new dealer before he had been tugged off to partake in free drugs. He never was the kind of person to pass up free drugs, a chance to get fucked up and feel free for a while. After they had taken partake of the drugs he had been dragged off to dance, one of his lady friends wanting to show off to the guy who had given them the drugs. He couldnt remember much after that. He did remember pleasure, the feeling of being filled and his nails digging into flesh. Sloppy kisses and the feeling that he was going to explode over and over again until he passed out. The body next to him heavy and already having given into sleep. He had thought of leaving but fell asleep too easily before he could even get up. Rave was hiding under the blanket, his shortish black hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. He had gotten cold so his instant response was to hide under covers until somebody pulled them off of him. Which at the moment it didnt seem to be happy so he laid in the bed, half curled up to a pillow. Light didnt hit him and as he rolled over he was glad because right now all he wanted was more sleep. After last night with the drugs and over drinking and sex he was sure his body would be in pain. Feeling the other move he made a noise of protest and closed his eyes tighter. Rave just wanted a few more minutes of sleep before whoever it was realized that somebody else was in his bed. It had to be a he after all, Rave didnt go home with girls. Unless it was one of his friends and he was too fucked up to even go home with the right kind of guy. Whatever it was the guy seemed to be moving and Rave tried to go back to sleep. Rave had managed to steal the blankets, most of them piled up on him. That had been an accident seeing as when he was asleep he usually reached out and grabbed whatever to cover himself from the cold. Be it blankets or another person. Over the night it seemed like he had chosen the blankets instead of his bed companion. He liked to be warm, hated the cold so blankets piling on him had to be a thing. But he felt the blankets get pulled part way off him. Hearing the voice tell him to wake up he groaned, muttering nonsense in soft Romanian to himself. The other had an accent, a thick one at that. A few more minutes of sleep was all he needed but it seemed that he wasnt going to be granted that. His eyes remained closed until he heard the Russian. Opening one eye he looked at the blonde male with one green eye. His heart pounded in his chest from the drugs, his head giving a dull throb from the alcohol. Parts of him hurt as well, especially his shoulder that displayed a decent sized bite mark. I dont speak Russian, he stated before closing his eye and arched his back, hearing the sharp crackling it made. Making a small noise of approval he rolled onto his back and sat up, rubbing his eyes. Opening them he stared at the wall for a moment, trying to think through the mental fog. The room smelled of sex and lust and flashes of the night came to him. Sex with this guy, in a place that wasnt his own. In a bedroom that wasnt his. Fuck and he had no idea where he was. He had no idea what part of town he was in and how the hell he was going to get home. Shaking his head Rave looked over at the stunned male, frowning a bit. He looked like he had seen something he didnt want to and for a minute Rave looked around the room, confused if somebody else was there. Looking back at him he recognized the guy who had given out the drugs to him and his friends. At least he recognized those blue eyes because that was all his friends had talked about. Other than how good looking it was. So um. You just gonna keep staring at me like that or what? He demanded finally. Cause its a little creepy.