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What am i doing with my life
Greg was working at the cash register at 7/11, as always , when Kennith and Evelynn walked in.
“Duuuuuddddeeeeeee” Kennith walked in, sounding stoned as fuck. “Me and Ev are going to a ppppppppaaaaaaarrrrrtyyyyyyyyyyyyy toniiiiggggggghhhhhhhhtttttt…..” And he slammed a piece of paper with an address on it on the counter, in front of Greg. “Yeeeeaah dude, it’s gonna be fuckin’ liittt… There’s gonna be likeeeee....... drugs and booze and shiiiiiiiiittttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt. You should coommmeee…” Greg honestly couldn’t care less but his life was so shitty and boring right now; he needed to do something.
Greg looked down at the slip of paper and shrugged. He might as well go, he had nothing better to do anyway.
“Yeah, sure whatever I guess.”
It’s, like, 7:00 pm at this point and Greg and Kennith walked to that one party together. It was some rando’s house with maybe 30-40 people there. Kennith immediately walked over to the snacks/drinks table and Greg followed. Greg grabbed a bottle of whatever-the-hell-that-was alcohol and Kennith took a random ass bottle of some pm cough medicine.
“Kennith, what the fuck are you gonna do with that?” Greg asked. “We have drinks , dumbass. ”
“Nah, dawg…this stuff's so much better. It works faster, feels better, it's just better , brah…”
Greg looked at Kennith like he was a total fucking dumbass. But, then again, this was Kennith. And this shit is exactly the kind of crap he would do.
Greg shrugged and watched as Kennith took a huge ass swig of the fucking cough syrup and winced because his throat burned.
Greg just stared at Kennith, dumbfounded, and scoffed, going back to drinking his whatever-the-fuck-it-was alcohol.
The entire time, Greg stayed close to Kennith, since he was the only one Greg knew. He was bored out of his mind, only being here for the drinks, and followed Kennith as he collapsed on a nearby, empty couch ~15 minutes later.
“I am so fucking tired, Greggggg.” Kennith whined. Greg sat next to Kennith and held his shoulder. "Of course you are, dumbass. You drank a half a bottle of PM cough syrup, idiot.”
Kennith moaned softly and sat on the couch on his knees, directly facing Greg. He giggled and gripped Greg's shoulders.
"Greg..." Kennith sighed, shifting closer to Greg, sitting on his lap. Greg chuckled and held Kennith's waist close.
"Greg, I... " Kennith whispered before deciding that actions speak louder than words.
Kennith shoved Greg onto his back and quickly lay on top of him. Kennith’s knees dug into the couch and rested his head against Greg’s chest. Greg jokily moaned and giggled, grabbing Kennith’s waist, holding him close. Kennith grabbed Greg’s head and pressed their lips together, letting his tongue dance around in Greg's mouth, tasting the alcohol that still lingered.
Kennith’s wet lips pulsing against Greg’s made him moan as he lay against Greg’s body, his face wet. Greg moaned into the kiss as 1he felt Kennith press harder into his body, Kennith now straddling Greg’s hips with his hand entangling with Greg’s long, sweat-soaked hair. Kennith removed his lips from Greg’s and made his way down Greg’s neck, nipping softly at his skin, light-headed and dizzy. Kennith was especially tired from the drugs, which somewhat prevented him from making the first moves. Kennith sighed, feeling his body grow weak and heavy as he collapsed against Greg, his face buried in Greg's chest. Greg groaned, grasping Kennith’s waist close. Greg grabbed Kennith’s head back and rested his forehead against his. Greg huffed and grinned as he looked Kennith in the eyes before pressing his lips back against his.
Kennith and Greg moaned, making out passionately, their lips moving in sync as their bodies rocked against each other. Kennith moaned louder and pulled his mouth away from Greg's, his eyes rolling in the back of his head, his eyelids fluttering. Kennith felt limp against Greg, his body heavy. Greg held onto him, feeling Kennith's arms wrap around his neck.
Greg continued to kiss Kennith as he wrapped his arms around his torso and moved his hands up and down his back. Kennith's back arched and he moaned, his mouth parting away from Greg's, their tongues still intertwined.
They continued absolutely making the fuck out and Greg rubbed the back of Kennith’s neck, making him moan and clench his teeth.
They kept absolutely tonguing the hell out of each other and a couple of people around them either cheered them on, chanted “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!”, or called them fags and told them to get a room. They didn't care though, they were too busy sucking faces. Greg wrapped his arms around Kennith, pressing his lips against his neck. Kennith moaned, his hands grabbing onto Greg's shoulders and digging his nails into his skin.
Greg softly pushed Kennith away from him, staring into his tired eyes, messy hair, and hot and sweaty face.
“Kennith…” Greg groaned. “I-I’ve been meaning to ask you something…” He continued. Kennith continued panting and groaning, nodding his head.
“Kennith… will you...stick it in my-”
“KENNITH-FUCKING-SIMMONS.
” Evelynn
so rudely
interrupted. “What the
FUCK
do you think you’re doing!?
Kennith looked up at Evelynn, high and tired as fuck. “Making out.”
“Well, stop it! We’re in fucking PUBLIC, fuckshit. You’re embarrassing the SHIT out of me right now!!!! Go be a faggot somewhere else, cocksucker!” Evelynn spat. Kennith just fell back on top of Greg, his head resting against his neck and ignoring everything Evelynn said. They closed their eyes and continued to kiss, moaning as they did so. Evelynn huffed and stormed off, pretending not to know them while hiding her face with her hand.
Greg and Kennith continued making out for a couple of minutes until some random ass dude (it was definitely Simon.)walked in and kicked the shit out of them while yelling homophobic slurs.
It was nice while it lasted, though.