AU: Teenage Meta Mischief

[Josef Muller]

“Sometimes,” he said with a nod. “Not all the time. I only wish it could be all the time. But it’s okay, because if they say no it wasn’t meant to be anyways.” Well, that was what he told himself every time he was rejected. It was better than the alternative solution, which was simply that they didn’t like you enough to say yes. Better to think that they weren’t meant to be with each other. “Well. At least Billy has okay tastes, if nothing else,” he mumbled to himself. He took a sip from the bottle and offered it back to Damien. Since he was already drunk, he figured he might as well, right? He was already going to get into trouble for this.

“You won’t—you won’t like it in the morning,” Josef promised through a few giggles of his own. He was being silly, he knew, but the alcohol was making Damien look…better. And there was no doubt in his mind that the boy was incredibly sweet and cute. He didn’t think this would work, but he didn’t mind kissing the boy. Especially if it made him feel better about this whole situation. “But it feels pretty good at first, yeah.”

He was startled by the whining noise, and he looked down at him, then smiled slightly. “All right.” This time it was more of a real kiss, although slow and explorative before he pulled back, looking guilty. “Damien, you have kissed someone before, right?”

[Damien Tremblay]

Hmm. What Josef said made a lot of sense to Damien. And technically, Josef hadn't said no. Not specifically. So he just nodded in agreement. It sounded so romantic when worded like that. "It's better if it's meant to be." He hadn't actually had to deal with any of this yet, and Josef sounded so knowledgable. He had to be right. Damien smiled up at the older boy, taking the bottle back when it was offered and taking another drink. It really did burn, but he was okay with that. It made him feel warm and giddy, and it had gotten Josef's attention. All positives, in his mind.

"What happens in the morning?" Now he was curious. When he wasn't giggling, that was. Josef was funny when he laughed. "I wanna stay like this forever!" He couldn't see a down side to being hopelessly drunk, and he really didn't want to.

The whining noises quickly ceased when Josef agreed. Damien grinned brightly and sat up a bit in order to get closer to him. This time, he felt a bit more prepared to kiss back. The exploration may have surprised him, but he went along with it. He even managed to coordinate himself into bringing his arms up and around Josef's neck. He was warm and content, and rapidly forgetting how to breathe when Josef broke away first. "Uhhh..." Wait. Tell the truth, or lie? Well, the truth had gotten him this far. "Nuh uh." He shook his head, still trying to hold on to Josef. "Just you!" With that, he nuzzled his way against Josef's neck. "You're warm."

[Josef Muller]

Uh oh. It occurred to Josef that he hadn’t actually said no to anything, and that perhaps he was giving Damien the wrong idea. But right now…well, he liked Damien. He was a sweet kid, and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt him. And, well…frankly, Josef was pretty lonely. His last spate of boyfriends hadn’t been the best, so why should he be surprised by the fact that he was enjoying the quietness and friendliness of Damien? He was. Although he wasn’t quiet right now. Then again, he liked this too.

“You’ve never—” He stopped himself. “Um. You have a bad headache and you feel nasty, that’s all. I guess I will too. Damn, I hate hangovers.” But he didn’t seem to mind as he took the bottle back from Damien and swigged at it again.

“Aww, shit,” he groaned, pressing his forehead against Damien’s. “Don’t tell me this is your first kiss. You deserve it being special, not by your cabin leader while you’re drunk. That’s not fair to you. We need to find you a boyfriend. Or a girlfriend,” he added loyally. You never knew. Some people liked everyone. Just because he’d known his preference when he was younger didn’t mean anything. He couldn’t help the surprised laugh as Damien nuzzled into his neck. “Mm. Your hair tickles! When did it get so curly anyways? Or has it always been like that?” He was half tempted to kiss him again, to enjoy the intimacy, but instead slid his hand up and down his back. “Soft, too,” he added. Man, he shouldn’t have had that much to drink.

[Damien Tremblay]

Wrong idea or not, Damien was just happy with how things were going. Yes, it was probably going to look a little different in the morning, but for now? He was happy. He'd never actually had a real relationship yet, but if this was a taste of what it was like, he was going to have to change that. If only he had some kind of courage without getting into alcohol.

It didn't sound like the morning after drinking was very fun. Damien made a little face. "Ew. I don't want to have a hangover. I just wanna feel like this forever." He just wouldn't think about that for the moment. The present was much more interesting.

If the sudden swearing startled Damien, he didn't show it. Mostly because he was busy being happy that Josef was still touching him. "Noooo. It is special!" As special as it could possibly be, in his alcohol addled mind. "I don't want a girlfriend." He sulked just a tiny bit at the notion. He didn't want a girlfriend because he wanted something else. Well, someone else. But he kept that to himself for a few moments. Instead he contented himself with snuggling up closer to Josef. "'s always been curly. Since I was little." Damien closed his eyes, completely at ease. He liked Josef's hands on him.

But there was a question burning at him. Without moving, he decided to ask. "Josef? Do you have a boyfriend?" He probably did, which meant that this was all for naught. He probably should have asked that first. And now he was thinking about it, he wasn't sure he wanted to know the answer. So he settled for placing an experimental kiss to Josef's scratchy neck instead of listening.

[Josef Muller]

“You can’t feel like this forever,” was Josef’s prompt response. “If you did, would you, uh…” Never try to argue with a drunk man when you were drunk yourself about being drunk. He could see no reason for him not to be like this forever. “It’d just be bad, okay?” was his eventual declaration. “Trust me on this. I’ve been drunk before, and I would know.” And he always regretted drinking later, if he could recall correctly. But that was all right. That was life, he supposed. “Drink water,” he advised. “It’ll help in the morning.”

“Okay then.” Josef grinned. He felt the same way about girlfriends. He’d had exactly one and had decided it was an experience he really didn’t want to repeat. “No girlfriend. Boyfriend, then?” He curled some of the hair around his fingers. “Soft, too. Not fair. Mine just grows straight and boring. It’s not interesting at all. I like yours, though. It’s nice.”

Josef blinked at the question and pulled back, only to shiver in delight at the kiss pressed against his neck. “Mm. That tickles. No, I don’t have a boyfriend. I wouldn’t be kissing you if I did. Doesn’t that count for something?” He almost giggled, then stopped and clear his throat. “Nope. I’m single. Um. Why?”

[Damien Tremblay]

"Aww," Damien whined. He wanted to feel fuzzy and floaty and warm forever. What was wrong with that? "But I like it," was his only defence. And why wouldn't he? It had gotten him into his current position, which he was rather enjoying, thank you very much. "You got drunk before? When? Did you get in troouuuble?" Nevermind the advice on water. There were more important subjects at hand! Like... how much of a bad boy Josef Muller really was.

It wasn't that Damien had written off girls altogether. He just didn't want a girlfriend at that set moment in time. "Yes. Boyfriend," he affirmed with a little nod. The touches to his hair made him sigh happily. "It's always a mess, though." Even if he tried, most of the time he tended to look like he had just rolled out of bed. "Straight isn't boring. I like it." He would have tried to touch it, too, had he not been completely content where he was.

Damien was only half listening, pressing more little kisses to Josef's neck. But when he heard the answer he had wanted but not expected, he pulled away. His eyes were bright with excitement, though his cheeks burned brightly. He was glad it was dark. "Becaaauuse, um..." How did one put this? "Willyougooutwithme?" There. All one word. One long, muddled word. He felt better now he had asked, and more or less snuggled back against Josef. "You're warm. ... Can we kiss some more?"

[Josef Muller]

“Everybody likes being drunk,” Josef pointed out, smiling. “While they’re drunk. It’s the fun. Well. I didn’t like it the first time. I threw up.” He wrinkled his nose in exasperation and slumped back down so he was lying on the ground, absently fiddling with the hem of his shirt. Alcohol always made him feel flushed. He shrugged off his jacket and slumped back down. “Oh, sure, loads.” This wasn’t really true. Josef’s experiences with alcohol could still be counted on one hand, but the alcohol was making him draw a few conclusions. One—Damien was really cute. Two—he seemed to really, really like Josef. And three—Josef did like Damien. It had been in a certain fond way before, like someone liked a puppy, but…well…he was still kind of adorable. And it wasn’t like he was having much luck in the love department these days.

“Oh.” Josef brightened. “Well then. I know some nice guys.” Most of them were his exes, but Josef was pretty good at ending things on amiable terms. Mostly because they ended things, actually. Josef was loyal to a fault and couldn’t hold a grudge and was determined to make things work. But it was beginning to wear on him, he’d admit. He didn’t recover…quite as fast as he once had. Oh well. “Thanks.” He grinned and rubbed his chin. “Helps that I started shaving early. People like the rugged look.” Well, some people did. “And a mess is sexy. Trust me. Just have to use it the right way, that’s all.”

“Uhhhhhh.” He had been half-lost in the sensations of Damien’s motions, but not enough to not hear the question. He blinked and sat up, staring at Damien.

“I dunno,” he said hesitantly. “Aren’t I a little old for you? I mean, you might regret it when you sober up anyways. They say you do.”

[Damien Tremblay]

“I like it!” Damien giggled, glad for company now that wasn’t his cabin mates, but rather their leader. He just hoped Josef wouldn’t get in big trouble for this. Then again, he’d already said he’d gotten drunk before. That probably meant he was better equipped to deal with this. Whatever ‘this’ equated to. He did make a face over the idea of throwing up, though. “Am I gonna throw up too?” He didn’t want to be sick, because that would rat both himself and Josef out to the teachers. That didn’t sound like a good idea in the slightest. He’d just have to try really, really hard not to throw up. (Then he’d totally look more grown up to Josef, too.) “Loads of drinking or loads of trouble?” Damien cocked his head, likely looking like a confused puppy. Either way, it still made Josef pretty cool in his mind.

“Mnnn...” Damien made a non-committed noise to the idea of being introduced to Josef’s friends. He didn’t want Josef’s friends. “I know a nice guy too,” he finally decided on saying. “He’s really, um, sexy. And nice.” Why no, of course he wasn’t talking about Josef. “Aaaand a good kisser.” He giggled again, not caring that it wasn’t all that sexy anymore. Subtlety was apparently out the window now, and he was okay with that. “Is that what it is? Rugged?” Well, count him in as one of those people that liked it. As for himself being sexy, he shook his head, stopping only when the world started to tip and wobble again. “I don’t know the right way. It’s like... I don’t know. A mop.” He made another face. He’d never manage to pull off sexy. Not like Josef did, and he didn’t think the older boy even tried. He was just unfairly naturally sexy.

When Josef sat up, Damien flopped backwards again, not prepared for him to move like that. “You’re not thaaaaat old. ... Older.” He sat up slowly, propped up on his elbows. “I don’t think I’d regret it. I liked you before I got drunk,” he reminded him. “That’s why I got drunk.” He sat up all the way, starting to pick at the grass as he avoided making eye contact with Josef. “You don’t like me, do you?” Damien’s voice sounded sad, and almost defeated. Yes, they’d kissed, but maybe it was just drunk kisses neither would remember later. Apparently the depressive qualities of the alcohol were kicking in, and Damien sighed, laying back down. “I’m sorry.” For getting drunk. For getting Josef in potential trouble. For throwing himself at him. Yes, he was sulking.

[Josef Muller]

Josef shook his head, looking as if he hadn’t thought about Damien throwing up. “Um. I don’t know! Do you have a sensitive stomach? Or…um. How much of the bottle didja have?” He held it up and frowned as he realized just how much he’d drank. “Uh. Whoops.” That was a bad sign, wasn’t it? Well, he had a pretty strong stomach. He thought he could learn to deal with it if he tried. “If you aren’t throwing up yet, you might be okay,” he added.

It was the last one that clued Josef in, sadly. He knew the other boy hadn’t kissed anyone else, but other than that he hadn’t thought much about it. “Oh!” He brightened. “You mean me. Well, that’s—that’s nice of you.” What else was he supposed to say? Most people didn’t compliment him like that. It just didn’t happen. They called him sexy, sure, but not nice. Or not at the same time.

“Ummm.” Why had he said he was rugged? Oh, right. “Well, that’s what I call myself.” It occurred to him that he had had just a little too much to drink and perhaps that hadn’t been the best idea. Oh well. “Mop can be sexy,” he pointed out. “It’s called, uh, bed-head! You should try it sometime. It would look good on you.”

Josef stared at him, startled by it, then continued to stare as Damien sank down, looking…like a kicked puppy, actually. Josef didn’t know what to do with somebody who looked like a kicked puppy, nor anyone who had expressed that much of an interest in him. “Hey,” he said slowly, leaning in to kiss him. And then kiss him again. “I like you. I just—you’re too quiet! You need to give a guy a hint. Like, um, flirting! Do you flirt?”

[Damien Tremblay]

Damien blinked at the question, looking down at his lap as if that would give him the answer. “Uhhh.... I don’t think so?” Maybe he just hadn’t drank enough to get him sick. It hadn’t seemed to take much to send him from giggly to wobbly. Hmm. “I haaaaaad...” He stared hard at the bottle before inching forward and making a small measurement with his fingers on the side of it. “That much. Maybe. I don’t know.” It wasn’t a significant amount, but apparently he was doomed to be a lightweight for a while. “That’s good. I don’t wanna throw up. It’s gross.” And hardly romantic. Though he could always daydream about Josef looking after him, and...

No, bad idea. He was not going to make himself ill just to try to get a little special attention from Josef. Besides, they couldn’t kiss anymore if he was sick. And he liked this kissing thing.

“Yeah.” Back to giggling. “I always mean you.” Really, Josef should have just shooed Damien into bed like he had the other boys and left all this alone. Now Damien had ideas. Not that he really thought that any of them would pan out, but he could dream.

Hmm. Bed head. He would have to try this. “Is it like sex hair?” The question was more blurted than carefully thought over, unfortunately. “My sister always told me I have sex hair in the morning.” Mostly because Melissa liked to torment her little brother from time to time. Of course, it had taken him a while to understand the jokes she cracked at him, and when he did? He usually slunk away blushing darkly, attempting to get his curly mop to cooperate for five minutes.

The seventeen year old continued his little party for another few moments. He’d gone so far as to close his eyes to avoid having to look at Josef, so when he heard the ‘hey’, he cracked one eye back open. Just in time to see the older boy loom closer and kiss him. Twice. Well. If Josef didn’t like him, he wouldn’t be kissing him like that, right? He smiled and moved to clumsily try to wrap his arms around Josef’s neck. “I don’t know how to flirt,” he admitted. Any attempt with guys or girls was usually met with more of a ‘you’re adorable, let’s be friends!’ type thing rather than a date. “And I was scared you wouldn’t like me back...” He nuzzled against Josef’s neck again, happier now.

[Josef Muller]

Josef had to stare at the amount for a fair amount of time, as if pondering how much exactly that entailed. It didn’t seem like it was…too much. But when he’d first started drinking, he’d been a lightweight too. He wasn’t much better after repeat exposure, but he’d heard that was because people with more muscle than fat tended not to be able to handle alcohol as well. From his experience, he’d believe it to be the case. “Then you shouldn’t get sick. I don’t think. I dunno.” He sighed and let his head drop. “I’m not an expert but I think you should be okay.” He grinned at him. “Trust me.” Yes, because trusting this young Josef was such a brilliant idea. He could think of so many ways this could go wrong.

He still wasn’t used to the idea of someone…liking him, though. “Oh,” he said in a slightly smaller voice. But as Damien was giggling, he decided the other boy didn’t really mind. Or he hoped that was the case.

Josef’s mouth opened and shut at the statement, and he swallowed. “Well, um. Yeah, that’s—that’s the idea of it. Do you?” He wasn’t going to think about how wonderful the idea of Damien waking up all rumpled was to him. After all, the other man was still underage and that presented all sorts of problems. Besides, he’d just started thinking about the other man like this. He ought to give himself some time to try to figure it out. “That’s, um, hot.” No that was not what he’d meant to say. But it would have to do.

Josef giggled (although he’d deny it later) and buried his head in Damien’s shoulder. “Everyone knows how to flirt!” he said, the sound muffled. “It’s like, human nature or something. I’ll teach you later, okay? Even blushing is flirting. Besides, you never know until you ask about it, right? People aren’t capable of just reading minds. You have to let them know to let them make a decision and…stuff. Are you feeling better now?”

[Damien Tremblay]

For his first time with drinking, Damien was fairly convinced he’d done... relatively well. Especially in knowing that Josef had thrown up his first time. All he had to do was not do that, and he’d be golden! “I’ll try not to,” he said with a little nod, like that would ensure it would happen. (Though, really, the idea of Josef having to look after him... really nice.) “I trust you!” Granted, that trust was born of an intense crush, and the notion that because Josef was older, and responsible enough to be their cabin leader, he had to be somewhat trustworthy.

Josef’s expression regarding the sex hair comment made Damien stare wide eyed for a moment, before he lapsed into more giggles. “Yeah. Well. Maybe. I dunno what it looks like.” The idea hadn’t quite dawned on him that technically, Melissa shouldn’t have known firsthand what sex hair looked like either. Too bad. It might have been nice to get her into trouble for a change. “It’s just a mess and... really?” He blinked. Hot? Him? No, never. He’d been called cute before. ... A lot. But hot? Nope. “You’re hot,” seemed an appropriate response. At least under the influence of whiskey.

The closer contact made Damien that much happier. This had worked perfectly. Josef was all over him, they’d kissed. This was absolutely perfect. He grinned and shook his head again. “I don’t! I try and just get called cute all the time!” At least, until now. “I know, but I was scared. Now I’m not.” Hell, if he could coordinate himself, he’d scramble onto the cabin roof and yell that he liked Josef. But after a quick glance up, it looked a little too high for those kinds of antics. No, it was better to stay right where he was, nestled in the cool grass with Josef beside him. “Yeah. Lots better.” So much so that he snuggled closer, resting his head against Josef’s shoulder. “Just tired, but I don’t wanna go to bed.” He was cozy here. Josef was warm, and he would be rather content to stay put for the rest of the night.

[Josef Muller]

Josef blinked at the amount that Damien had drunk and rolled his eyes, letting his head flop back and staring at the ceiling. “Damieen,” he sighed, “that’s not a lot. We need to work on your toler—toler—whatever.” He leaned against Damien and sighed. “But I kind of like you like this. Innocent. It’s…nice. Different.” Josef didn’t date the nice boys. He dated the bastards and missed the nice guys, half the time because the nice guys never seemed to notice that he even existed, or shied away whenever he attempted something simple, like flirting.

“Oh.” Josef was…blushing. Not that he’d admit that to anyone who had even attempted to suggest the thought, oh no. He would become extremely offended at the mere idea of it. But in the meantime he felt it was okay to be a little embarrassed. Just a little. After all, he’d just been thinking that NICE guys were too oblivious and here he was, being…oblivious. Plus, Damien was giggling. Which was kind of adorable in the younger man.

“Uhhhh.” He stared at him longer, then swallowed. “Yes? That’s the idea. You know. When you wake up in bed. Sometimes with the other person, sometimes on your own. And do you?” Now he was picturing Damien with sex hair in the morning and the thought made his mouth dry. That wasn’t fair. He had to behave himself now. “I didn’t notice.” Now he was going to want to see him.

Josef shook his head and snuggled Damien closer, smiling at him. “It’s pretty easy. You just start by smiling, I swear. And then you…I dunno. Say something that could mean two different things. It’s fun when you get used to it, really!” He yawned and wrapped his arms around his waist, shivering slightly at his contact against his neck, and kissed his head. “We’ll talk more in the morning. When we’re sober.” He yawned. “Too tired to do this now.”

And with that, he did indeed doze off. Unfortunately, the morning didn’t go as he’d expected as all. One of the instructors found them. Josef was scolded roundly and suspended, and Damien was also warned and scolded—although not as severe as Josef’s—and the two were sent off quite sheepishly. However, any moment that Damien tried to apologize, Josef just kissed him.