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Todd was actually glad for this new year. This last year of high school. He was already accepted into his second college choice, with a gap year to tear shit up one last time for a while. Have to behave if you wanna keep a scholarship.
So much had changed over the past year. Hell, so much had changed over the past summer. No more baby face he feared would be permanent, a few more inches added to his height, and a higher tolerance for stuff like this swill in his cup.
He swirled the watered down beer in his solo cup, green instead of the typical red. Couldn’t Theresa get something better? He supposed he’d spoiled himself after years of stealing alcohol from rich assholes high school parties, like that particularly fine whiskey Duncan’s parents had. But, he was a year or so ahead of him and was busy with college parties now and Todd’ll never taste that sweet liquor again unless he stole it (he’d never be able to afford it). But, hey, a party’s a party.
No more standing in the corner or not even being invited. No more moping about, almost getting his ass beat because some drunk older kid thought he was some freshman who had the nerve to look at his girlfriend. Now, at least, people were nice (well, nice-ish) to him, only because he was one of the few plugs in this suburban hell hole… and he did peoples homework for a price.
A few minutes ago they’d brought out a few kegs, now it was surrounded by a circle of half drunk, half high teens. The rest just made-out on the couch, ignoring everything but each other.
“Go! Go! Go! Go!” They chanted. All he could see was the shoes of whoever the center of attention was, just poking out atop the crowd. He must be tall as hell! And no one was holding him up. No hands on his ankles, legs straight up in the air. He thought he was the only one that could do that…
‘It’s some form of entertainment.’ He figured, slowly pushing through the crowd. What he found was…. Fuzzy? He was tall and his hair was shorter, in a mass of blueish-black curls, but his image inducer wasn’t on, and it was kinda hard to confuse him for someone else. He was upside down, holding the keg with both hands and the tube in his mouth.
“Go!” and “Chug!” were shouted by his intoxicated peers as most of them looked ready to fall over due to drinks, he was about to fall over due to shock. Goody two shoes fuzz ball? Blue balls himself? Just…. He doesn’t do this. He’s never done this. What the hell happened over summer? He grow some chest hair? Get some balls?
He moved his legs down, holding the keg over top him, spiting out the tube and shouting victoriously and the crowd went wild. His molten gold eyes found his and he smiled, licking his lips before setting it down and wiping his mouth. He always wondered why a goody two shoes like him was called elf (he didn’t seem all that mischievous), other then his ears, but he could definitely see it in his eyes in that moment. Just as Kurt was walking backwards into a few shoulder pats at his feat, keeping his eyes locked on him, someone pulled Todd aside.
“Heeeey man!” The person shouted right into his ear, giving him far to much of a whiff of his beer breath. “Heard you got some good shit!” Todd instinctively shushed him, not needing the prudish of the bunch calling someone on him. The drunk’s hold on him was tight, but Todd could easily break out of it. He could only just place him as some guy Pietro brought home after a game. He wasn’t from their school, but he was cute enough he switched sides (HAH!) for Pietro that night.
He wasn’t going to quiet down, was he?
“Fine. I will. Jus’ shaddap foo’!” He was way to close. Grabbing far to tight. Breathing his air. Touching him where he doesn’t need to. “Uh, dude….” He was leaning in closer, holding hard enough to bruise a regular person…. Then, suddenly, nothing. Just cold air where he was.
“Hallo, Peter! Glad to see you’re becoming acquainted with Toddrick!” His voice seemed happy, but Todd saw those eyes, he’d gotten that look for years. “I’m sure whatever you need doesn’t need all of the touching. Todd obviously will help anyway he can.” A fire that always made him wonder… weird to see it turned on someone else. In defense of him. Peter, as he was called apparently, squirmed and stuttered his way out of the blue boys arms.
“N-nah man. I’m good.”
“You sure?”
“Y-yeah yeah. Imma just… chill over here. Bye.” He slunked off to a corner, Todd almost imeadietly forgot about him as all near six feet of Kurt “Fuzz ball” Wagner stared directly into his soul. Did he always have to one up him? He felt good about the few inches he had, but fuzzy had a few more on him. They used to literally see eye to eye, but….
“Hi.” His god damn voice.
“You, uh… What was all that about?” Sharp teeth poked into his bottom lip. Even his damn smile was the same but different. His voice held that same joking tone, but made him feel… funny. That smile was the damn same but…
“You’re my pain in the ass. Only I get to mess with you.”
“I ain’t yours!” Fuck fuck fuck. Why was he getting butterflies? Kurt leaned against the wall as Todd sipped his bad beer, trying not to talk by stuffing his mouth with the borderline-piss water. The damn X-Geek found it entertaining, quietly chuckling at his obvious discomfort. He unzipped and reached into his extra pockets, pulling out mini bottles of whiskey and vodka.
“Wanna get out of here?” Something better then here? Both in alcohol and company. “Think I can snag us some full bottles.”
“An’ I get to watch you bein’ bad? Fo’ sho’, dawg.” He never thought he’d use the word devious to describe Kurt, but that’s all that came to mind with that damn look.
“Wunderbar.”
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“-and then we woke up in this old farmers field, hungover all to hell, completely nude!” Fuzzy told a story from over the summer on the roof they’d snuck onto.
“No fuckin’ way!” It’s just…. no way this was him.
“Ja! And then he comes out, sees the four of us, and comes back with a double barrel.” He chugged down nearly half the bottle he’d snagged while Todd nursed his, hanging onto the edge of his seat. “We haul ass the best we could and wound up back at one of their places, and just, started making the ultimate hangover food and did the same thing that night. Luckily we ended up staying in the house that night.”
“Sex and alcohol? Aren’t you a damn choir boy X-geek? What would your buddies say about all that?” He got a small, sad look for a split second before the small came back, but his eyes were still sad.
“I started drinking at the age of fifteen. A year before I was supposed, but my Oncle Wolf and Vater said it was fine, they were drinking by that time as well. I wasn’t supposed to tell my mutter.”
“Naturally.”
“But she gave me my “first” beer a few months prior to me joining the X-men. My first was on my fourteenth birthday. My Tante gave it to me. She always spoiled me. Taught me how to live more…. Interesting? Is that the correct word? She convinced my parents to let me come to the institute.” He took a smaller sip this time. “Yourself?”
“What?”
“Your, ah, first time….” He wanted so bad to be cheeky, talk about Paige and all that, but it was far too fresh to even make a joke about it.
“Stole it. My ma was kinda mad at me. Didn’t want me ta get addicted, like she had been for awhile, but I don’t like the headaches it gives me, so I think I’ll be okay.” Kurt hummed. “She’s one a’ those ma’s that says if ya wanna drink, drink at home. Ya know?”
Peaceful silence fell over the two of them…. For a short while.
“My first was Amanda.” He said while pulling out another bottle of whiskey. Johnny Bootlegger.
“What?”
“My first was Amanda. It was kind of why we broke up….”
“Lemme guess, after ya got physical, she decided that was it?” He hummed in affirmation. “Damn...”
“Meh...” Kurt fell onto his shoulder, burying his face into his neck. Heat rose (and fell) as Fuzzy’s hot breath and soft fur made contact with his skin. He really was so fuckin touch starved that this was all it took to get him flustered. It was ridiculous. “…. how adorable….” He mumbled.
“Shaddap, fuzz nuts.” Kurt’s lips touched his neck as he blew a raspberry playfully, driving Todd up the wall. Warm hands moved and grabbed, and he let it happen, leaning happily into the touch. A rumbling came from behind him (was he purring?) as the playfulness and heavy petting mixed in a way he was sure only Kurt could do.
Soft tongue, soft hands, soft lips.
He wasn’t sure if it was the touching or the alcohol or both that was making his head spin beautifully. It was nothing more then a flurry of hands and tongue and teeth and fresh air and the two were quickly reminded they might have built a tolerance for alcohol, but they were still eighteen and felt embarrassed about the mess.
Nothing but the sounds of heavy breathing and traffic below was heard as they watched the stars, quiet and playing with each others hands and playing footsy like middle schoolers. The sun would be up, and Todd was unsure if this would be gone by then, nothing but a headache and phantom touches with sideways glances until college.
It was a few hours away, he could wait til then to see...