Fun times shall never end! (Vin)(M)

[Brendan James]

Since Brendan had absolutely NO boundaries whatsoever apparently, the idea to go to New York with Vin was one that came to him almost immediately. I mean… Hammel was in Vermont. What the hell was in Vermont? Especially when New York was just oh so close, calling and begging for the two of them to party there instead. Then again, New York was always calling to Bren.

“I can’t believe you’ve never been to New York before. God damn you’re gonna LOVE it!” Of course, this adventure wasn’t without at least some notice to his dad. Being the considerate son he was, he of course called his dad and said he was gonna be in New York. Most likely at least until morning. Tim, of course, sighed. New York usually meant wild times. And wild times sometimes meant jail. And jail ALWAYS meant his loving, doting, and very understanding father coming to bail his sorry ass out.

It had taken a few hours to get to New York City, but they were finally there. And Brendan could wait to get to a New York must. “Ok… It’s stupid and ridiculous and it will be crowded. But! When visiting, the penalty for not attending is death!… Well shame. But since neither of us have any of that…” He let his statement slip into an end without finishing it. And he was intentionally not naming the place.

Of course, they had to park a few blocks away. But that was fine. And Brendan was nearly bouncing up and down with glee at being back. Rounding the corner, the line was as always. If they stood in it, it would be at least a few hours before they were in. He just hoped Jason hadn’t come to his senses yet and gotten himself a real job.

And wouldn’t you know! He hadn’t! “Jaaasoooon! Brendan hollered over the noise, grabbing the man’s hand, then giving him the stereotypical ‘man hug’ with one arm. Chatting for a few minutes, he assured the bouncer that Vin was with him and finally the of them wormed their way in… to the Coyote Ugly

[Vincent Verax]

Vincent was a large ball of fidgeting energy on the drive to New York. What a day this had been. His innocent attempt to sneak messy things out of the art room had turned into an impromptu stripping/table dancing party and it had culminated in him in Brendan's car, driving to New York City to cause God knows how much trouble.

He was going to brag about this to Sammy so much.

"I ain' never had no one 's awesome as ya t'go wit!" Vincent said in his own defense, practically bouncing in his seat. His excitement was too great to be contained within him, so he had been wiggling and moving and flicking through the radio stations for good songs that he and Brendan could belt out together. At one point he even stuck his head out the window like a dog... because he's smart like that.

And Brendan was NOT HELPING.

Keeping him on the edge of his seat with the secret of where they were going like that? Totally not fair.

"Yer killin' me, bro!" Vincent whined, but the second the car was parked, Vincent practically dived out of it to stretch his antsy legs. As they headed towards the undisclosed location, Vin playfully shoved Brendan. And then he saw the line. He blinked, stared, then groaned, obviously not a fan of waiting in lines. But Brendan kept going and shouted to a guy that was standing outside the door. Sweet. They had an in.

When Vin finally realized where they were, he nearly jumped for joy. "Y'FUCKIN' DEVIL!" His face was consumed entirely with his crooked grin. Once again he slung his fist into Brendan's shoulder. "I think I love ya, dude." He laughed. Moe would probably kill him for this... but Vincent wasn't thinking about that now.

[Brendan James]

Vin’s excitement was only adding fuel to the flame that was Brendan! Singing for the majority of their car ride and tormenting him by saying only the vaguest things, like ‘We’re gonna have a good time’, the person who was supposed to be of authority in the car was just as giddy as the younger man beside him.

“Well it’s a damn good thing you have me then! It’d be a fuckin’ shame to be here with somebody any less awesome than me!” Of course, he was kidding… Kinda. But not really. Maybe a little? Nope.

When in the bar, getting slugged again by Vin, Bren laughed. “I know! I’m fucking awesome!” The teacher hollered over the roar of the amount of people shoved into the bar. Looking around, a huge smile was on his face. And for a minute he forgot why the hell he’d ever left New York in the first place. And for the time being his family, the fact that he was a teacher and Vin a student, and the life he’d acquired in Pilot Ridge were all forgotten.

Grabbing his hand, Bren snaked through the crowd towards the bar. Which, at any place like Coyote Ugly, was the most crowded part. Dancing girls in skimpy outfits often did that.

Once there, he took a moment to gander up at the girls. After hooting and hollering at them, as was customary, Bren grabbed the back of Vin’s neck, pulling him close, and talking into his ear. “Please tell you can take a shot.”

But without waiting for an answer, he flagged down the bartender and order two vodka shots, paying the, also scantily clad, woman, and turned right around, handing one to Vin. Of course, Bren didn’t have to show his ID. Coyote Ugly was strictly 21 and over. But he found that knowing people, such as bouncer, often got you special treatment. And a route to make an easy escape were the cops to show up for violation of just how many people were in the bar.

[Vincent Verax]

It was damn lucky that Vincent had Brendan. He and Sammy would never have managed to get into this place on their own. Hell, their usual routine was getting shitfaced in Vin's apartment, then fighting until they passed out. While that was usually plenty fun for the both of them, this was completely new and Vinnie was nearly vibrating with excitment. "F'serious, dude, why y'didn' tell me y'were th'shit?" He laughed, feeling perfectly at home in the rowdy environment. "Jus' intr'duce y'self all 'Hi, 'm Brendan an' ahm th'sexiest badass motherfucker y'ever gunna meet."

Normally Vincent was the one bragging about how awesome or sexy he was, but he was actually quite happy to inflate Brendan's ego for the moment. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he's developing a crush! Oh wait...

Being dragged to the bar while hand in hand with Brendan was just another reason for Vincent to smile. Add that to the pounding music, the girls dancing on the bar, and that Brendan was actually providing him with alcohol and he didn't even have to ask? His face is going to be sore for a very long time.

Sure, he enjoyed staring up at the scantily clad girls and even he was bouncing a bit in his spot next to Brendan, but he was much more excited when the teacher pulled him in close. He smirked at his words, turning to look Brendan in the eyes, their faces almost dangerously close together. "Bitch, pleeease. Bet I coul' drink ya under th'fuckin' table." He pulled back to shamelessly ogle the bartender's chest for a moment before he was offered the glass.

He knocked it back easily, fixing Brendan with a look that just begged him to challenge him.

[Brendan James]

The teacher threw his head back, laughing. “Because! Nobody would believe me, I’m a teacher. We aren’t supposed to be awesome!” There was on he said that inflated Bren’s ego. With a little smirk on his face, he asked, “So… You really think I’m sexy?” Of course, that was wildly inappropriate. But what made worse was that was that he wiggled his eyebrows at his companion for the evening. He nearly added that to was too bad Vin wasn’t older. And that he wasn’t drunker.

But even he had enough sense to know better than to do that. At least for the moment he did. Ask again when after he’s had few. If he’s not too busy making out.

“Bitch pleeeease! I have twelve years of drinking! Black outs, waking up in random place, being told I’ve done things I don’t even remember! My liver fucking hates me! A gentleman’s duel we will have!” He probably should’ve noticed just how close their faces were. But he didn’t. All he knew was that he was filled with excitement from head to toe. It was the weirdest thing. Like when you touch something and sometimes there’s that shock? Except it was internal and everywhere!

With a big smile on his face, he watched as his student downed a shot that he bought for him. Failure as a teacher, seriously Bren. “Gauntlet. Throw.” And with minimal effort, he threw the shot back and slammed the glass down onto the bar.

“Bar wench! Another round!” He looked back at Vin, smirking wickedly. Again, he leaned close to talk into his ear. “You’re in over your head little boy. Might as well throw in the towel right now before I make you my bitch.”

And yes, Brendan purposely set him up by saying that last part. Bad Brendan. You are most definitely NOT getting any awards for being a good teacher. Perv.

[Vincent Verax]

"Are y'kiddin' me?" Vincent raised an eyebrow at Brendan's question, but the look of disbelief quickly melted to a rather confident looking smile and he tugged on the collar of Bren's shirt. "Ya radiate sexy. Even a blind person coul' tell it." He laughed to himself and poked his teacher's chest. "More so without th'vest though." Vin threw his arm around Brendan's shoulders, grateful that there wasn't much of a height difference between them. (He always wished he were taller.) "Almos' 's much 's me."

Yeah, that's more like it.

He let Brendan go on about his drinking experience, merely shaking his head in an unimpressed manner. Sure, he could have bragged about how much he could put down in one night, or the crazy places he'd woken up, or even the insane things (or people) he'd done under the influence, but nope. Grinning in a way that said "I win" almost as blatantly as the tone of voice he used as he proudly declared "Uh huh, s'nice, but I don' get hangovers." Oh how he loved his power.

Vincent never had much in the way of restraint to begin with, but throw in the ability to drink as much as he wants with little consequence? Well, let's just say there are no holds barred. He was expecting Brendan to take his challenge, but he most certainly not expecting the words spoken into his ear. Surprised, but pleasantly so, Vincent stood there for a moment savoring the images flooding into his head.

It was far too easy to forget that they had just come from school, that Brendan was his teacher and that he'd get in so much trouble for this if anyone ever found out, especially considering the circumstances. As the bartender filled the glasses again, Vincent grabbed Brendan's shirt and pulled him closer, practically purring against his ear. "Mmm, temptin', but if yer tryin' t'get me t'lose, you'll hafta do better than that." He nipped Brendan's earlobe for good measure, pulling back with a smirk, releasing the man's shirt in favor of taking his shot glass up again.

He raised it up to Brendan, fixing him with a devious looking smirk that spoke volumes, then threw it back just like the first. Tonight was definitely going to be a good night.

[Brendan James]

Well if that wasn’t the BEST ego trip ever, Brendan would never experience one that was enough to fill his need. Of course… The entire thing was horribly inappropriate. But, were they on school grounds? Hell! They weren’t even in the same state as the school! So fuck the rules!… To an extent. Hopefully. “Heeey! Don’t knock the sweater vests!” He said, playfully elbowing Vin in the ribs. “The ladies dig them.” He added, waggling his eyes at the young man.

He debated what Vin said. Bren was secure enough in his sexuality that judging another man’s looks was not something he shied away from. So stepping back as much as he could, he looked him up and down once twice, really taking him in for the first time. “Well hot damn! You might just be right… You ARE hotter than me. You darn kids today.” He added a wink at the end with a smile.

No hangovers? Yeah right… He’d heard that one before. Many times. And then the next morning it always ‘Holy damn… Hangovers suck.’ To which he responded by fake crying and telling whomever to put on their big girl panties and suck it up. “No hangovers huh? I call buuuullshiiiiiit!” Of course, this was before Brendan knew what his power was. Sure, perhaps it’d be nice to learn his students’ powers. But honestly, he had a lot of students. And he didn’t care that much. He had better stuff to do..

Like this! Kidnapping underage students and taking them to strictly twenty-one and older bars and trying to get them drunk for the hell of it!… Because there was nothing about that that spelled disaster.

His hand wound up on the back of Vin’s head, to keep him close as he spoke in her ear. That was the worst part about Coyote Ugly. You couldn’t hear a god damned thing unless you were severely invading another person’s personal space. But the noise didn’t affect your sense of touch. And he sure as hell felt that nip to his ear. It sent a shiver down his spine.

And a red flag in his head. Suddenly, like sirens were going off in his head, the fact that Vin was a student and Bren was a teacher was pounding in his head. Student. Teacher. Student. Teacher. STUDENT. TEACHER.

Despite that, he didn’t want the evening to come to a stand still. He was having a damn good time. And Vin was great company. Why the hell should the fact that he’s a student be any problem whatsoever.

Brendan stared blankly at Vin as he downed his second shot. Well fuck-a-doodle-do. Snatching up his second shot, he did the exact same thing as the first and signaled for another round. “Just so you know. I’m straight. I’d have to be shiiiiitfaced for anything like that to happen. And damn near unconscious for it to be with a student.”

Snatching his third shot, he was starting to feel the effects a bit. But with a wink and a smirk, he threw it back too. Apparently, tonight was the night do stupid ass shit. Such as… Crawling onto the bar to dance with the Coyote Uglies. Of course he drug his partner in crime up there with him.

[Vincent Verax]

Ask any of Vincent's friends or acquaintances and they'd tell you that if there's one thing that he's good at, besides causing himself bodily harm, is inflating ego's. Hell, it's an hour of his morning routine, giving himself a nice ego stroke to start the day. Get your heads out of the gutter, perverts.

He posed while Brendan looked him over, exuding that lazy confidence of his in boatloads. He'd be the first person to tell you how proud he is of his assets and while he likes people to think it comes naturally, he does put a lot of time and effort into how he looks. One is not simply born with a six pack. And yes, for the record, Vincent's shirt is sitting somewhere in the backseat of Brendan's car... and he's still wearing Brendan's tie. "I tol' ya I'm a stud." He nodded, running his hand over his stomach. "And I ain' a kid."

Vincent almost expected the doubt that he received from Brendan, merely shrugging and leaning against the side of the bar. "S'true. Ain' had one 'n years. M'power helps a fuckton." What he means to say is that it does all the work. It's just lucky for him that he's able to repair and regenerate damaged cells, else he'd be missing some extremities and be covered in scars. Or dead. That's also extremely likely.

Luckily for Vincent, he has absolutely no concept of personal space. So having Brendan right up against him just for the sake of conversation was not a problem at all. In fact, he was enjoying it. Hell, if anything he could use it as an excuse for his touchy-feely behavior. That or the fact that he found Brendan very attractive and he really likes touching pretty people. Don't think that one would go over as well.

Licking the bitter taste of the the alcohol off his lips, Vincent leaned in a little closer so he could hear Brendan better, snorting at his words. "Then y'shouldn' make promises ya don' intend t'keep!" He replied, hardly bothered. He'd heard the "straight" argument before... but it usually didn't hold up in court.

Before he knew it, there was another shot waiting and, not to be outdone, he downed it with a faint hint of a wince. The burn of the vodka as it went down was more than enough proof that this was the perfect way to start off the night. Get nice and buzzed and loosened up so that they could be ready for the awesome disasters they were going to cause tonight.

And now they were climbing up on the bar and Vincent was giddy like a school girl. Showing off his amazing dance moves to everyone? Especially while hot girls (and hot Brendan) danced with him? Yes and please. Vin threw his hands up over his head, looking at one of the girls that was dancing next to him and trying to imitate her. Of course he couldn't do such a thing without hooting and hollering, because he's Vincent and he enjoys making noise.

"C'mon Brendan!" Vin nudged the man with his elbow, encouraging him for all his bad decisions. Besides, get a little more vodka in Brendan and get him moving around to get it all nice and circulating, and Vin is more and more likely to get what he wants. Which is... just more dancing. Yeah, that's all. Don't look at me like that.

[Brendan James]

Brendan definitely appreciated Vin’s posing. Not that he’d admit it. But he did find it funny enough to laugh. “Yeah, ya’ did. And I am not arguing it at all.” With a raise of an eyebrow, he gave Vin a dubious look. “You aren’t even twenty. I’m nearly thirty. You are in fact a kids.” He said with a smirk on his face that pretty much said he’d always see Vin as a kid no matter what he did.

While Vin rubbed his own stomach muscles, Bren starred. Only a small fraction of the time was at his ripped stomach. Mostly he starred at his tie though. It was one of his more favorites. But he was willing to give it up. He tried not to have an adverse connection to his clothing. So, he would allow the boy to keep it. On one condition. Taking a hold of the tie, he pulled on it. “Every man should have at least one good tie to make them look good. Don’t ruin it.” And with a wink and a smile at the boy, he let him go.

A frown set on his face, Brendan wondered what his power was. Never having a hangover? Ever? Never ever? How. Friggin’. AWESOME?!!? That just wasn’t fair. “Spill it. What the fuck is it? What do you do? And is there a way for you to make sure I don’t ever have a hang over? I mean fuuuck… That’d be awesome! Drink as much as you want!”

Oh. So many red flags. Every single red should be going off. And a few were. But if Brendan had any sense at all, he’d march out of the bar, call a taxi, and crash on a friend’s couch for the night. It wasn’t only his actions that were grounds for being fired. But the things he was saying too could easily get his teaching license revoked. And any sensible person would leave. Immediately.

But Bren was never one for senses. He thought they mostly just stopped people from having fun. “If I had a something witty to say in return, I would… But damned if I know what to say when I’m being propositioned by a guy!” Especially a student. It was a double first for him.

Now they were back to dancing and Brendan’s red flags were removed. Just like their adventure had begun. And three shots in, the effects were definitely hitting him now. His dancing skills improved. Slightly. Because his limbs were looser and seemed easier to move somehow. Of course, while alcohol usually made him a better dancer, it changed him in other ways too. While you might not think it possible, it made his ego all the more larger, needing more stroking.

Holding one of the coyotes by the waist and dancing inappropriately with her, he noticed their clothes for the first time. And looking at Vin… No shirt at all. And there stood Bren, in a ridiculous white button down. How out of place could he be? Encouraged by Vin egging him on and the hoots and hollering of the crowd, he ripped open his. But he left it on.

He’d be pissed about ruining another white button down in the morning. Because right now, he was having too much damn fun.

[Vincent Verax]

Vincent snorted, looking offended as Brendan insisted that he was a kid. "Hmph, we'll see'f ya still think that way later." He smirked, perfectly prepared to do whatever it would take to get Brendan to change his mind. And yes, I do mean anything it took, anything at all.

"Don' worry." Vincent leaned in a little when Brendan tugged on his tie, looking down at the shockingly small amount of space between them. "I'ma take reeeal good care've it." He flattened it against his chest, adjusting it so that it was more centered around his neck. He was actually growing quite fond of the tie. They weren't a normal part of his wardrobe, but he had a feeling he could make the necessary adjustments.

Brendan's excitement over Vin's immunity to hangovers was more like he was expecting. Laughing, he tapped his finger on the tip of Brendan's nose, waiting for him to stop gushing before finally replying. "Somethin' like healin', no damage, no headaches, no los' memories. Wakin' up in th'morning with a clean slate." He dragged his fingertip down the underside of Brendan's chin. "Ya jealous?"

He laughed heartily when Brendan admitted that he was at a loss and clapped his friend on the back. "Y'coul' jus' say yes?" Aww, there was even a faint tinge of hopefulness in his voice. That's cute, but it's not going to be that easy, Vinnie boy.

But the distraction provided by the beautiful women dancing with them was on Brendan's side. For a while Vincent was content to stop his advances while the stacked brunette he was dancing kept him occupied. And whether Brendan simply wanted to fit in, or maybe he was just jealous that he wasn't getting Vincent's full attention anymore, Vinnie didn't care, because he had just ripped open his shirt.

Cheering perhaps louder than everyone else in the bar, Vincent was finally drawn away from the girl. He laughed, entirely too pleased with semi-shirtless Brendan, and for a while he kept dancing. When he was sure that Brendan wasn't expecting anything, Vin hooked his arm around his waist, letting his palm drag over his stomach. Sure, drinking and dancing suggestively with his teacher was a bad thing, but this? This was definitely the icing on the cake.

"S'more like it." He said, his voice low in Brendan's ear. He gave a playful little tug against the collar of the shirt, not hard, but enough to coax it down and expose Bren's shoulders. The look on his face was pure confidence, obviously smug over the recent developments. Hell, he was already shirtless, it was the perfect opportunity for Brendan to join him.

[Brendan James]

Ok, so maybe Brendan didn’t actually think of Vincent as a child. But that was often the case when it concerned his students. It made teaching easier for him in a way, because more often than not children were not seen as equals in his eyes. But the more time he spent with Vin, the less like a child he seemed to be. Especially with the way they were talking and joking with each other. “Oh trust me, there isn’t a thing you can do that’ll make me think of you any differently.” Little did he know…

“You better! Or you’ll have me to answer to!” And despite his attempt to keep his face stern, it almost instantly melted into a smirk and giggle. Yes. Brendan giggled. Like a little girl. But only when drinking. Or that’s what he told people at least.

“Hell yeah I am!” The boy’s little touches to his face and chin went completely unnoticed as he was filled to the brim with jealousy. “Never have a hangover?! Ever again?! There’s be no alcohol left!” Shaking his head in dismay, he realized Vin had left a question unanswered. “No, so can you use it on others too?! Can I drink fucking ANYTHING I want and with the help of you, not feel a single damn thing in the morning?” Brendan hoped and wished for it to be true. And that was very clear in his eyes.

Throwing his head back in laughter, actual tears came to his eyes. He hadn’t had this much fun in… While since his mom died nearly two years ago. But fuck if he wasn’t having the goddamn time of his life right now. “I coooould! If I wanted to be fired! And what the hell would ya’ do then, huh?” But… Could he really say yes? Vin was nineteen after… And Brendan wasn’t seeing anybody. Well… Not officially. He hadn’t talked to Quinn since that night about a week ago.

Of course, he was straight. He’d never been attracted to a guy before. But he’d never had chemistry with a guy before. Not like this anyway. And it was… Something new.

But none of that was occurring to him as he held the scantly clad girl tighter while they danced. And he only moved away from her when he ripped his shirt open. Which would be a lie to say it wasn’t at least a sliver out of jealousy. He’d had Vin’s undivided attention the majority of the day and night. And he’d be damned if he would loose anybody attention, attraction or not, because of some half dressed women dancing and whatnot on a bar countertop.

Rolling his eyes, Bren shook his head. “Yeah… I get it. You think you’re all smooth, right?” His said with a quirked eyebrow. “Like it’s some sorta… Bed the straight guy?” With a laugh and a large smile, Brendan was positive he’d guessed his student’s plans for the evening. But he would play along. If not for his own (very secret) pleasure or Vin’s, then at least for the crowds. So he stripped his shirt completely off, whipping it around his head, then letting it go, letting it fly off.

“This is as naked as I’m getting tonight Vin. Or ever as far as your concerned.” Grabbing two random shots off the counter, he downed one and shoved the other at Vin. Once both were down the hatch, he pulled his student close and began dancing with him the way he been dancing with the coyote only a moment ago.

[Vincent Verax]

"I can think 'f a few things." He drawled, dripping with confidence. He wouldn't say he's an expert (okay, yes he would) but he certainly knows a few tricks. But from his judgement, Bren hadn't had nearly enough alcohol for them to fly. He winked, sticking his tongue out from between his teeth as he tried very hard to keep from grinning like a fool.

He failed, but that's okay because we were already expecting it.

Now, Vincent was left with a rather tricky decision. He could be honest, revealing that his power was not one that worked on others, or he could be the lying, deceitful, smug little bastard we all know he is and lead Brendan to believe that he could drink as much as he wanted tonight. Oh, who am I kidding, he's definitely going to pick the latter of those options. With a grin, he drawled out a "Mmm, well, 'f ya want that... I'd hafta take y'home wit' me." He feigned a certain reluctance, when in all reality that was exactly what he was hoping for.

Shrugging in an entirely too casual fashion when Brendan mentioned getting fired, Vincent supplied a "Then w'coul' just keep at it an' no one woul' give a fuck!" An unsurprising answer from someone who couldn't hold a job to save his life. He was just lucky that Josh was stubborn and refused to give up on him.

Consequence wasn't something familiar to Vincent. Thinking his actions through before he did them? It was almost as rare as him showing up to class or doing his homework. But that was his selfishness showing. He felt there was nothing wrong with him putting his attraction out on the table for Brendan to do with what he pleased, and if he decided to take Vin up on his offer (which he truly hoped he would) then that was as far as his plan went. There was no thought towards the possible repercussions of their behavior and he wanted to keep it that way.

Vincent clapped when Brendan finally discarded the shirt, giving him an obvious once over, and he liked what he saw. "Maybe. But ya'd b'lyin' if y'said y'weren't interested." If the thought really made Brendan uncomfortable, he would have shut Vin down by now. The fact that he hadn't was all that Vin needed to know in order to keep on. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes as he took the offered shot and swallowed it, his tongue darting out to run along his piercings.

His arms slid over Brendan's shoulders, gladly moving up against him. "I wouldn' b'so sure 'f I was you." He warned, his trademark smirk creeping over his face. His fingers teased at the nape of Brendan's neck and played with his hair as he brought himself flush against the warmth of Bren's skin. He was quite content with this new arrangement, letting his hands leave little flirty touches wherever they went, but it wasn't going to last.

The music changed, the low heavy beat from before being replaced by something much more bouncy and upbeat. Suddenly there was a flash of recognition and he pulled back from Brendan to make room for the necessary flailing type dance moves for the song. He didn't care that he looked like a total moron as he waved his hands over his head in a ridiculous fashion. And for the moment he would abandon his pursuit to get into Brendan's pants just for the sake of a great song.

... not that he knew all the words. He sort of mumbled along with the first part of the song, but when it came to the chorus, he was perfectly loud and ready.

"Try a little more, little more, little more
They slap you like a bitch
And you take it like a whore!"

He giggled, pretending to slap Brendan, then went to wiggling his arms in a rather dorky manner. His head was bobbing side to side as he continued to make noises along with the beat, struggling to hold back his laughter in order to not ruin the song or his amazing dance moves.

[Brendan James]

With snort, Brendan shook his head. “I’ve done three shots and I intended do a whole more! I’m not driving! When we’re done here, we’ll get a cab and crash at my friend’s place.” It was just lucky for both of them that his friend wanted Brendan to come and visit a lot. A by friend, I mean ‘girl he doesn’t know how he knows but on occasion sleeps with’. But that was supposedly over. She was engaged now. Hope her fiancé doesn’t mind that Bren has a key.

When Vin sounded… Almost reluctant to help out him out, Bren was a little surprised. They’d been having an awesome time, right? Why the hell couldn’t it last into the morning? “Put on your big girl panties and take one for the team! Spending time with a teacher isn’t THAT bad!” Surely he was enjoying himself, right? Surely he wouldn’t mind their trip turning overnight, right? “Unless there’s a test you have to study for? Or you have practice for a sport I know you don’t play?”

And with the alcohol finally settling into his system, he became louder and more… Well like Brendan but more so. “You’re right! Fuck it! Who the hell should care if I mess around with my student!” And with that, he pelvic thrusted directly at Vin, knocking their hips together. It’s obvious that Brendan almost always falls victim to peer pressure. Not that Vin was exactly his peer… So just any kind of pressure. As long as it led to a good time.

“Oh yeah man… You caught me. I’ve never been with a guy before, but you’re totally the one I’m interested in!” He tried to make his words sound sarcastic and untrue. Tried. But alcohol. Evil stuff. It wasn’t any good. For anybody. Ever. Ask Brendan in the morning, and he’d probably tell you he understood exactly why prohibition had ever been a thing. People were stupid. Did stupid stuff. And… Just bad. But never once did Brendan regret a single thing he did while drinking. Not even when his dad had to come bail him out of jail those numerous times.

Though… If there was somebody taking video of Bren bumping and grinding his student on top of bar and he were to see when sober, it might be the first thing he regretted. But for the moment, it was just too much damn fun. Sure, he’d danced like this with other guys. Without a shirt even. But it was different. He’d never felt a spark like this. He didn’t get little tingles wherever their hands touched his skin, sending tiny chills through him. And he sure as hell didn’t keep a hold on somebody’s hips like this, making sure they stayed just that close. If Vin were a girl, Brendan was sure it would look like they were doing a lot more than just dancing.

But he was blaming the alcohol. It didn’t matter that alcohol had never caused those feelings before when dancing with a guy. Because Brendan was getting drunk. And therefore willing to believe any lie he told himself. And this he chose.

When the music changed, so did the dancing. And it took him a moment to comprehend. He had just been nearly molesting his student after all. That wasn’t a mindset easily changed. But hearing the music, he realized he knew that song. And NOTHING thrilled him more than the fact that Vin obviously did too.

In an attempt not to be one upped, Brendan began dancing in a very similar style to Vin’s, which was based on the video that Brendan must’ve watched at least a hundred times before. His arms were like propellers above his head. And he was kicking his legs up in the air, not really worrying about injuring somebody like he should’ve been. Oh well.

And then the slapping. Singing the same words at the same time, he also pretended to slap Vin. Because that after all was in the video! Two men, slapping each other.

While Vin tried to fight his laughter, Brendan lost the battle. All he could was stand there, laughing. This night… This night would forever go down in glorious history as the BEST FUCKING DAY EVER! And his laughter, his drunken laughter, was leaving him lightheaded. He was already feeling the alcohol, which was putting him a little bit of a haze. But his laughter was so hard he was having a difficulty catching his breath, making the haze in his head that much thicker. He actually had to brace himself against one of the girl while he watched Vin dance.

[Vincent Verax]

And Brendan took the bait.

The smug bastard formerly known as Vincent cocked his head to the side, surveying Brendan as if he were mulling it over. "I s'pose... maaaybe... I coul'." It was all his willpower to keep from breaking into spontaneous song and dance for getting Brendan to fall for that. Instead, he just kept closing the spaces between him, his face mere centimeters from Brendan's own.

He braced his palm against the man's shoulder, leaning in like he was going to kiss him, but he stopped before the contact was made. "Jus' for you." He could feel Brendan's breath on his lips and though the temptation to just go for it was outrageous, he eventually moved back. All good things to those who wait, he told himself, though it was much more slurring and swearing but if it's not inside quotation marks I'm not putting the effort in.

Vin whooped when Brendan finally seemed to give up the ghost. "Now yer talkin!" It was about time he started to play along. All that playing hard-to-get was starting to get old. Or so Vincent says. "Mr. Jaaaames." He grinned as he drew out his last name, his hand coming to rest on the small of Brendan's back.

Well, if Brendan wanted to keep bringing up the teacher-student thing, then Vincent was going to have fun with it.

"Guess I'm gunna hafta teach ya." He chuckled, rather enjoying the hold that Brendan had on his hips. And while Vincent had felt that spark from the very beginning, that magnetic current of attraction that just kept him pushing on, this was just fanning the fire. Pressing up against Bren, Vincent moved their hips together, and looked up at Brendan through his eyelashes. He'd often heard compliments about his eyes, so a heated stare up at the man he was dancing with certainly couldn't hurt things. And there was so much going on behind that stare that Vin was not yet ready to put into words.

But he was thankful for the change in the song, because things had been getting a little too intense... if you catch my drift. And Vincent really didn't want to scare Brendan away by getting too forward too fast. There was that "straight" thing he was hanging onto. And while Vincent normally would have just gone for it, something was holding him back. Something like how maybe they shouldn't just go at it on top of the bar in front of everyone. Hmm, he'd have to work on that.

But after this song. Because it was too much damn fun to flail about like he was having a seizure with Brendan who also knew the song and now he was pretty much sure that Brendan should have been a part of his life since he was born and that he hadn't been was the most unfair thing in the world. Even more unfair than the Holocaust. (Vincent doesn't know that is, all he's heard is that it was a bad thing and thus he likes to compare things to it. I know, I know. Shun him.)

While Brendan laughed himself into a tizzy, Vincent was still flailing about without shame. Sure, his coordination was starting to go from the alcohol, but at this point in time he hardly cared. Which he should have, because one wild flail, he lost his balance and nearly tumbled off the bar. And now it was his turn to laugh like a maniac while he struggled to regain his balance, his head spinning in an all-too-familiar way.

With that, he decided that maybe bar top dancing was a little too dangerous in their inebriated state, and the song was ending. (Not after another fake little slap from Vincent, because it was too much fun not to.) He took Brendan's hands and yanked him forward, helping him to balance. "Y'like m'sexy dance moves, righ'?" He joked, finally hopping down from the bar and giving Brendan help to get down as well. There was a loud roaring and clapping from the crowd of bar patrons and though Vincent was deliriously happy and pleasantly buzzed, he thought that another round of shots was definitely needed.

[Brendan James]

Brendan raised his eyebrows, listening as his student pretended as if spending the next day with him too was also unappealing. “Uh huh… Well… If it’s thaaat unappealing, I’ll take your ass back to Pilot Ridge right this very second!” Leaning against the bar with a smirk that was almost daring him to say it was in fact that unappealing. He doubted he would. But even if he did say it was, Bren wasn’t gonna take him back. And wondered momentarily if that would somehow classify as kidnapping. He’d come willingly after all. Was refusing to take him back kidnapping? Whatever, Vin wasn’t a kid anyway.

There was a moment. When Vin was so close to him that they were almost kissing. And he was positive the younger man had done it on purpose. Whatever Vin was doing was working. Brendan was actually nervous. It wasn’t the kind of nervous that some people got if they had stage fright. But the kind of nervous people enjoyed. The closest thing he could compare it to was right before somebody had his or her first kiss. That nervous feeling you got in your stomach the kiss itself and it made breath come quicker and shallow. Only to be slightly disappointed when Vin stepped back.

Laughing, he shook his head. “No, no no no. In bed, I go by Mr. Fantastic. You might wanna remember it for later.” He said wiggling his eyebrows at Junior Brendan. Feeling Vin’s hand on his back brought a smirk to his face. A devilish one. And he tightened his grip on his student’s waist, nearly digging his own hips into Vin’s.

Speaking directly into Vin’s ear (specifically because that meant his breath would be right there on his neck), he said, “I bet you have a lot to teach me.” Finally. Fin. All. Y. Bren figured screw it, if he was gonna be going to hell (which he’d already decided if there was such a thing, he’d go there), he might as well have a DAMN GOOD TIME in getting that ticket. “You might be surprised… I think I could teach you a thing or two.” But, he wasn’t entirely sure about that.

When Vincent was looking at his teacher through his eyelashes… Brendan thought for sure something was going to happen then. The intensity of his eyes seemed to have some kind of captive nature about them. And they had him hypnotized. The only part of Bren that was moving was his hips were circling in his singular dancing motion. Well, and his mouth. It had fallen open a fraction when he became hypnotized by the boy’s eyes. And again, nothing happened. Damn song change!

But Brendan too, was thankful to the song change. If things had gotten anymore intense up there… Well… Things might have ended very very badly. So the space that was now between them, while made things less intense, had kinda made things less fun too. But he was still enjoying himself, watching Vin dance and laughing so hard his entire face was red. The color starting to creep to chest.

Letting himself be helped down off the ground, Brendan’s fit of laughter was coming to an end. “Holy fuck! That was awesome! God daaamn!” Grabbing another two shots off the bar, Brendan threw his back.

After swallowing and putting the glass back on the bar, he grabbed Vin’s face between both his hands. And just like he’d done early, became so close to him that there breath would tangle between them. “Honestly man! Wheeere the fuuuck have you been?! This needs to happen all the damn time!” Yes, partially he was this close to Vin as a little bit of pay back. Partially because he was drunk. And partially… Well that I’ll keep a secret. “Seriously dude! You’re fucking awesome! I just-I just wanna… Lick your face!”