I'm Not a Unicorn (Gray)

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Despite his current condition Grayson was very determined to make it through to the new year and he had always been a very stubborn person so he was confident that he would persevere. "I told you I wasn't!" he protested childishly. Charlie was definitely correct about the rest, though, the only thing about his retorts and come-ons that changed was that they were usually more effective when he was at least mostly sober.

He shook his head, confirming that yes he indeed keep shitty company, and he hoped for the sake of his mood that he didn't press the matter. He didn't really care what this guy thought of what he did with his life and who he did it with, and it wasn't his business anyway. He made a face at the trace amounts of what looked like pity on the guy's face, "I don't care what they do." His voice level and without humor, letting him know that the subject was closed.

Grayson was back to grinning again right after, "I'm sure if I would really consider it lucky to have you stay around," he teased at his comment though he did actually play with the idea of maybe hanging around the guy more. Okay, and maybe he was angling to try and sleep with him later down the road, it was hard not to want to try when the guy turned him down. He wasn't even bad looking either, he rather liked the way he looked actually, he wasn't something he'd seen a dozen times before and he appreciated that. Plus.... he glanced at his ass when he stood behind him he looked fucking amazing from behind too.

"I'm not some chick you gotta escort home you know, " he could tell that Charlie wasn't too happy about the trek they were about to undergo, "I'm cute and all but no one's gonna steal me or anything."

There was a snort at his boast before he rolled his eyes and slapped a hand against his puffed out chest, "Ever hear of over compensation?" Though, he had no room to talk considering his boasting in the room earlier. He fixed him with an unsure look, he didn't care if the guy was calling it quits just to escort him home, that was his decision, but he wished it was easier to concentrate so he could tell if he was lying. He hated feeling lied to, but he was too drunk to get a good read on what he was saying.

Grayson followed him into the elevator, taking his advice and leaning against the elevator wall for support and sighing in relief and closing his eyes at the feel of the cool metal against his face. He was pretty sure the makeup he'd gotten Kodi to do on his eyes was a bit more smeared and smoked out than was intended. But whatever, he party was over for the night anyway it seemed. "What're you doing that for?" he asked when he peeked an eye open to look at him, okay so maybe he had been staring at his ass too but him covering his mouth had gotten his attention.

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Charlie let out an overly dramatic gasp. “I’ll have you know I’m one of the best friends you could ever make,” he replied with a hmph. That wasn’t untrue – Charlie was definitely a good friend to have if you wanted to be entertained and have a good time. He wasn’t so good at giving advice or being serious, but Gray didn’t seem the type to want that anyway. “I think I would be the unlucky one if you started sticking to me like a tick,” he taunted back with a smile. Even if the guy was pretty hot, that didn’t mean he was good companion material.

He rolled his eyes, exasperated at Gray’s stubbornness. “I’m not worried about someone kidnapping your drunk butt, I’m worried about you passing out in a ditch and dying of hypothermia or something,” Charlie told him. Idiot… He let out a puff of air as the older boy hit his chest, and he whined quietly, rubbing the wounded area. “You just don’t know me well enough yet,” he mumbled. “If you did, you would know I only tell the truth.” Which wasn’t exactly true, but whatever! He wasn’t lying about being confident – Char borderlined on vain sometimes, especially with his humor and dancing. He ignored the look that the other boy gave him and kept moving forward.

He looked straight in front of him as they rode down the elevator, and only glanced over to his companion when he asked what he was doing. “… It’s just a habit,” he replied, his voice muffled by the sleeve of his coat. Charlie always tended to cover his mouth and nose when he was in small, public spaces – not like, apartment-small, but elevators and closets and those sorts of things gave him the heebie-jeebies. In a few minutes, they were down on the bottom floor, and Char gratefully stepped out and into the open lobby, making sure the drunk boy was still following him before he headed towards the front door. “Alright, my inebriated companion, which way do we need to go to get to your place?” he asked with a shiver once they stepped outside. He hoped the guy knew which way to go, otherwise who knew where they would end up? Char bounced on the balls of his feet a little, trying to stay warm. He wondered if the fireworks would start while they walked.

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Grayson chuckled at his dramatic reply, it was true, though, he far from appreciated any kind of person who was going to try and advise him on his life. In fact, he actively avoided and disliked the people who tried to voice any of their opinions on what he did. "Oh? How's that?" He questioned teasingly, he was comfortable with the select group that he could consider friends. They weren't the most emotionally healthy individuals but he actually enjoyed being around them.

"No, I think you'd be pretty lucky. I make great arm candy." He winked at Charlie when he looked back at him. He remained propped up against the wall as the elevator moved, which he would admit caused his stomach to lurch a bit but it settled down just as quickly.

"Well, I feel like me being kidnapped is more likely than /that/," he trailed off with a mutter and a pout. He sneered at Charlie when he whined, "Even if you didn't, I'd know if you were lying." Maybe not right now, considering how drunk he was, but he definitely took advantage of his ability. He didn't even mind the migraines, he felt it was a pretty fair trade.

Grayson grunted in response, "That's a weird habit," he was concentrating pretty hard on staying stable as the elevator moved and so had to keep both his hands braced against the wall until it came to a stop. "Left," he said, eyes closing as he let out a relieved sigh, thankful that the wobbly ride was over. Though it was probably just him that was wobbly and not the entire machine.

"You're cold?" he sneered a bit, his alcohol levels were protecting him a bit from the cold and he could really only feel the cold winds against his red cheeks. Grayson moved a bit closer to him as he walked, just as concerned that he might fall and hoping if he kept Charlie close he could just use him as a cushion if he fell. "You go to Hammel?" It wasn't that the kid looked overly young, but he just didn't strike him as a college kid either. "Or do you just look like a kid?"

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Char pretended to think for a moment to answer Gray’s question. “Well, I mean, you kinda seem like a douche,” he finally answered, smirking. “And I’m definitely not one of those.” He wasn’t so jerk-y that Charlie couldn’t see him potentially hanging out with the guy when he was sober, though. He was funny if nothing else. “Hey, you know, I never got your name,” he added as an afterthought. He’d been too busy scowling over being compared to a unicorn.

“Arm candy?” he repeated with a laugh. Charlie looked over at the guy and gave him a once-over. “Admittedly, you’re nice to look at, but I don’t think we’d be just friends if that’s what you’d call yourself.” And Char didn’t want to admit it, but he was much too squeamish to have any guy hanging on him like that, all… close and germy…

Charlie felt like he was going to be doing a lot of eyerolling around this guy. “Sure, sure, believe whatever you want, but I better get some sort of thanks for taking care of someone I barely know,” he shot back. Even though Gray hadn’t actually asked for it…. “Oh yeah? How? You got a lie detector or something?” Char asked, completely oblivious that that was, indeed, what Gray’s ability was.

“Yeah, I know, so what?” he grumped when the other boy pointed out his weirdness. He was self-conscious about his habits, but he couldn’t help them. At least he wasn’t drunk and going to have a killer hangover tomorrow, unlike someone. He turned in the direction Gray indicated, trying to remember how many blocks it was to Ridgeview. Hopefully not too many…

“What? You’re not? It’s freezing out here!” Charlie complained. But of course, the other boy was drunk, no wonder he was numb to things. He felt Gray move closer to him, and stiffened slightly, but let it be. He really didn’t want the guy to fall, after all. “Huh? Uh, yeah, actually,” he replied, slightly surprised that the older boy would guess that. “I guess you must too, huh?” Char didn’t realize he was older than that. “And for your information, I’m eighteen and set to graduate in six months or so!” He lifted his chin proudly. He knew he had a babyish face, but that wasn’t something he could control! “If you saw my body, you wouldn’t think I looked like one,” he informed Gray smugly. Not that he would be seeing it anytime soon, nope. “How many blocks away do we need to go?” he asked a little while later. “I’m not going to need to carry you, am I?” Charlie was trying to walk slow enough for the drunkard to keep up, but he also wanted to get there quickly and also not freeze.

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Grayson laughed loudly at that, "You're right," he said when his chuckles subsided, "I'm a gigantic asshole." And he loved it, he preferred the company of assholes really, and not because he was gay. He just found them to be very funny and infinitely more realistic about their expectations of him or life in general. "You sure, I think you might be at least a little douchey?" He teased, "Enough that I can actually stand you at least." Maybe the guy wasn't an asshole or a douche or whatever insult they wanted to identify by, but he had several of qualities he liked in a guy. He was decent looking, a great ass, pretty funny too, plus if the he'd been dancing earlier gave any ideas...well Gray guessed he was probably a pretty flexible guy.

"Grayson," he hadn't realized he'd forgotten to give it, well he'd been caught in a drunken haze and pretty happy about meeting a unicorn. He grinned, spreading his arms out to welcome him looking him up and down, "I'm even better with fewer clothes on," in all honesty it was less a come on and more him stating what he thought to be fact. At least, he seemed to get a considerable amount of compliments when he was in various states of nudity. "Oh~" Grayson's eyebrows raised, "Am I winning you over?" Despite his current state of uncoordination he turned to walk backwards and face Charlie, taking the opportunity to return the favor and look him up and down. "If you wanted to explore your options, I'd be down." He bit his lip and not out of nervousness.

"Me!" He announced twirling hazardously to continue walking correctly, "I'm the lie detector!" Grayson poked his tongue out at the other boy. "What kind of reward would you want? I think I have some beer in my fridge if you wanna-- Hey! I told you that you didn't have to walk me home!" He pouted a bit, he shouldn't have to reward him for a job he'd never even offered.

Grayson just chuckled at his complaint, "I have the liquid fire in my veins right now." He was oblivious to how the guy became very tense as he drew closer, but he was oblivious to most things right now. He shook his head grinning at the guy, he supposed he wasn't that much older than him if he was eighteen.

An eyebrow quirked at the comment about his body, "Is that an offer?" he teased before correcting his assumption, "I /used/ to go there. I turn twenty soon and it's only about two more blocks I think," It wasn't terribly far. Once more he turned to walk backwards, smirking at him and noticing he was just a tiny bit taller than him, no more than an inch though. "How old did you-" Things did not go quite so well this time and he slipped, landing hard on his bottom. "Shit!" he yelled before busting out into laughter and drunkenly scrambling his way up, using Charlie's arm as leverage without asking.

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Charlie gawked in pretend offense at the older boy. “Douchey? Me? Never!” He humphed and lifted his chin again (something he seemed to be doing a lot of with this guy). “I am a perfect gentleman. Maybe if you stick around me, some of it will rub off on you.” Okay, so Charlie wasn’t above making fun of himself or others for the sake of a joke, but that wasn’t that mean.

Ahh, so that was his name. “Now I have something to call you other than ‘drunkard’,” he teased, though that didn’t mean he would stop using it anyway. “Hah! I’ll take your word for it, I’m pretty sure your nipples would freeze off if you tried that out here.” Because he didn’t have any plans of staying in the guy’s place long enough for clothes to be taken off. Char rolled his eyes. “Not in the least. And watch what you’re doing, you’re going to run into a pole if you keep walking backwards like that,” he warned, though he was smiling a bit anyway. Why did the guy actually have to be attractive…? It wasn’t fair. “Thanks, but I think I’ll pass.” For now, unless Gray somehow turned out to be less gross than he thought.

He scoffed, not believing Gray’s words. “Suuure you are, and I’m actually a unicorn,” he replied, not realizing how wrong he was. Charlie wrinkled his nose at the boy’s offer. “I wouldn’t trust anything in your fridge. Just a simple ‘thanks’ would be plenty.” Besides, he didn’t like beer much anyway.

Why had he said that about his body? Char shook his head firmly. “Definitely not an offer, don’t get too excited.” Even if he sort of did want to prove his point, it wasn’t worth it. “You’re almost twenty!? I’m not the only one with a baby face, then.” He didn’t think the guy was any older than he was. But he was relieved to hear it was only a couple more blocks, and walked with renewed vigor towards their destination. He glanced back to the drunk boy again just in time to watch him fall on his butt…. And burst out laughing as Grayson did. “I told you something like that would happen!” he told him, snickering until Gray used his arm to get up. Charlie whined but didn’t pull away until the guy was stable again, and began walking once more. “No more walking backwards, okay? If you want to check me out again, you can wait until we get you home.” Not that Char would stay around for long.

Once they’d gone a couple more blocks, he started looking at the apartment buildings that they passed, waiting for Gray to point out which one was his. “We getting close?” he asked, eager to get out of the cold. Maybe he could stay and warm up inside for just a few minutes…

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Grayson rolled his eyes, he was realizing the two could keep going back and forth all night, which he approved of but the alcohol and cool breeze were starting to make him feel sleepy and instead of retort a yawn came out when he opened his mouth. "Yeah, well," he responded sleepily, another yawn cutting off his response about him rubbing something else off. He snorted, "You can call me Gray," he doubted they'd run into each other again after this but even so he didn't want to hear Grayson all night. Well, not unless he suddenly got very lucky.

He ignored his warning about running into something, because even sober caution wasn't something he exercised, and shrugged, "If you don't wanna, believe me, that's fine." Just meant if he ever tried to lie to him later(if they even met again) he wouldn't know to be careful about it. This guy was so distrusting of him! Which in all fairness was a pretty smart move.

"Ugh, you're such a tease," he wrinkled his nose at him, teasing because he had known the guy wasn't seriously offering. Gray pouted, even if he was young looking, he didn't think he had a baby face. "I do not," he whined and patted his own cheeks. He whined again at Charlie's laughter and when he rubbed it in his face, "Hey! Don't be an ass! It's slippery!" The more likely reason for his fall being his lack of sobriety, but that was his secret (not a secret).

Once he saw his building he pointed up towards it, 'Oh, oh it's there! Third floor!" He tripped up a little bit in his excitement and leaned against Charlie to regain his footing before standing on his own again and looking up towards the sky. "Fireworks should be soon right?"

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“Gray?” Charlie repeated, raising a brow. “That’s a little… Dreary, but alright.” He, too, sort of doubted they would see each other again after this night, but who knew? It was a small town, and far stranger things had happened before.

Whatever, if the guy wanted to risk his butt walking backwards, Char wouldn’t try to stop him. He was trying to keep him safe, sure, but he wasn’t going to start treating him like a toddler. “Maybe if I ever see you again, I’ll test you,” he replied, certain Gray wouldn’t be able to tell truth from wrong. If only he’d considered that it could be his meta ability, he wouldn’t be so wrong.

“I’m only a tease because you’re so horny and expectant,” he tossed right back with a grin. “It’s not entirely my fault.” Charlie chuckled at the other boy’s protests and shook his head. “Maybe not as much baby fat as me, but still some there!” Not a lot, though, really – the guy’s face was pretty nice and defined, but just looked very smooth and fresh for his age. “Hey, you were laughing too!” he retorted, snickering some more. “I hope you didn’t hurt your poor little butt too much, I’m sure you use it a lot.” Taunting him with sexual positions, had he really just gone there? Ugh, this guy was rubbing off on him already.

But thank goodness, they were here already. “That one? You sure?” Charlie asked, but Gray seemed pretty certain, so the dancer started heading towards it, grimacing slightly as the guy leaned into him. He was going to need to take a long shower when he got home. “Uh… Maybe? I don’t know what time it i-“ Just as he started speaking, the booms began, and he looked up with awe to see a large firework go off seemingly right above their heads (although in reality it was probably some distance off). “Well, I guess that answers that question,” he chuckled, gazing up at the sky and not paying attention to what Grayson might be doing. “Happy new year.”

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Grayson rolled his eyes, "Better than being a fucking unicorn." And that was all he had to say about that. He angled his chin upwards in a defiant, challenging pose, "I'll hold you to that." Then he'd see how wrong he was. He wondered what Charlie's meta ability was, but only briefly before his mind wandered again. Drunken minds never really stayed focus.

"I'm drunk," he said with a shrug, "I usually get laid when I go out, but you got me distracted and now my routine is fucked up," Grayson whined once more as the guy continued to point out his young looking face. "You're so rude," he huffed, cupping his face in his hands and glaring over at the other boy. There was a roll of his eyes that came at his next comment before he smirked over at him, "It's not my ass that I use often," he winked at him knowing it wouldn't take much for him to get what he was implying.

"Yep, that's it!" He assured with a nod, oblivious to his grimaces and distaste at their physical contact. "Woah," he giggled drunkenly, as the loud sound startled him at first but then he looked up to the sky with a dopey grin. He chuckled again when he the other wished him a happy new year and looked back down at him. Okay, so maybe the alcohol had numbed his though processes a little... well... a lot. But he did honestly find the guy attractive, and romantic or not you did not watch fireworks on new year's eve with an attractive guy and /not/ feel the urge to kiss him. It was just unheard of.

So, he leaned forward a bit, they still weren't very far apart, eyes on his lips as he did and tried to lay one on him.

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“Fine!” Charlie quipped back, totally thinking he was in the right against this silly drunk. Once they played some truths and lies, he would expose the boy for the liar that he was! Char hadn’t offered what his ability was yet, mostly because it was fun to freak people out the first time by showing it without warning. He’d wait for the right time…

“Ohh, you poor thing,” Char replied sarcastically with a chuckle. “I think you’ll survive one night without your dick inside someone. Especially not me.” No way was he letting this guy get anywhere near him like that – even if he was sober. Being drunk just made everything worse. “Hey, it’s better than looking older than your age,” he replied, grinning. “You’ll probably be one of those people that still looks twenty when you’re thirty or forty!” Lucky jerk. At the comment about his backside, a very faint blush rose on Charlie’s cheeks, and he was thankful for the dim lighting. “Is that so?” he replied, trying to sound casual. “I’ll have to take your word for it.”

He was pretty captivated by the lights in the sky. He didn’t realize how many there were around Pilot Ridge – he was usually inside when this happened. It didn’t take him long to almost forget that he wasn’t alone there in the dark and cold, smiling quietly to himself. It was only when the strong smell of alcohol hit his senses that he twisted his head away from the sky in surprise, tilting his face just enough so the older boy’s lips grazed against his cheek. Charlie shrieked and pushed his palm to Gray’s face, scrubbing furiously at the place where their skin had touched. “Are you crazy??” he demanded, shaken up. “Come on, let’s get you inside before you do anything else weird.” Without waiting for the guy, Charlie began stopping up the steps, still rubbing his cheek. Gross…. He hoped he didn’t catch something…

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Grayson left the test of his powers alone, for now if they ran into each other he'd be able to prove himself. Which, honestly, he would be less concerned with the guy believing if he wasn't so fucking sloshed like he was. "Well, I suppose you would know." Gray teased, somewhat remembering the conversation they had earlier in which he'd called Charlie a prude.

He rolled his eyes but supposed he was right and simply shrugged, still looking a bit petulant at being told he had a baby face. "Fine, whatever, " he muttered eventually, comforting himself with the fact that he was attractive despite apparently having a little bit of baby fat left. He didn't notice Charlie's blush but nodded proudly at his reply, "I guess you will since you keep turning me down," he stuck his tongue out at him playfully.

When Charlie shouted Gray jumped in surprise, he hadn't expected that kind of reaction -though he had been expecting Charlie to actually let him kiss him which was just incorrect anyway- and it caught him off guard. "Hey!" he shouted indignantly as the palm to his face knocked him off balance, "I just though you looked pretty," he whined sullenly and followed the other teen up the stairs. Once they got up the correct amount of flights he beelined for his door and slid the key into place (after a few tries). "Yay! I'm home," he left the door open for Charlie but took off into his own (messy) abode.

If he had yet made himself aware of Charlie's neatness status he might have been a little bit more... warning of the mess the other guy was about to walk into. There were baskets of laundry piled near the doors of their respective bedrooms. The papers and books that littered the living room were his brother's fault, but Charlie was just lucky their sink was only slightly full with dishes and not overflowing as it usually was.

"You can warm up here for a bit if you want," he was pulling his shirt off even as he said and fell face first into the couch before turning over and swiping up the remote to turn the TV on. "Totally missed the ball drop."

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Yes, the guy was attractive despite everything. That was the only reason why Charlie was putting up with all his flirtations and crude comments. Well, that, and it was amusing if nothing else. “Don’t take it personally, I turn everyone down,” he replied. Not like he got a lot of offers, but still! He would turn almost anyone down unless they were Mr. Clean or something.

Gray should have expected to be pushed away, Char thought, considering how much he’d been trying to get away from the guy’s clingy hands all night. “I’m not going to go and let some plastered stranger take the first kiss from my virginal lips,” he huffed, just as indignant. “Even if they’re attractive.” Nope, Gray would have to shower for an hour and brush his teeth for twice as long before he would even consider it. “So don’t try to flatter your way into it, it won’t work.” Charlie followed reluctantly after the older boy up the stairs, telling himself he was only going to stay for a few minutes until he wasn’t shivering anymore. “Congratulations, you’re welcome,” he said sarcastically with a chuckle.

It died in his throat when he saw just how… how… absolutely dreadful Gray’s living conditions were. Charlie first turned pale, then turned a little green, seeing the mess laid out before him. “How… How can you stand to live here!?” he demanded, only stepping in a couple feet and not touching anything. It reminded him of what would happen back at his old home if his mom had to leave for any amount of time and his dad got control of how messy the house was. He ignored Grayson’s complaints about missing the ball drop and glared at him sourly. “If you thought you could seduce me better here, you’re very wrong,” he grumped, only then realizing that the guy had stripped off his shirt for some dumb reason. Because he was dumb. “I won’t even think about touching you now.” Not that he really had considered it beforehand either. “Do you enjoy living in your own filth?” Ugh, why couldn’t he warm up faster?? He wanted to go already!

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Wait, what, maybe the drinking had caused his hearing to go out or something. Because there was no way he had heard that right, there was no way this guy was a complete virgin. Seeing as it couldn't be correct he didn't comment on it, yeah, his ears definitely weren't working correctly. "I didn't die," he stated proudly from where he lay on the couch, shirt having joined the stranded pieces of clothing decorating the apartment, "unlike what you said would happen." He was a little smug despite the fact that Char had been the one making sure he didn't die.


He propped himself up on the couch at the guy's sudden change, his eyes were a bit droopy from his intoxication levels as he looked up at him. "It's not that small." He sneered and looked around the apartment, "Sorry it's not ritzy or anything."


Amused by his reactions, Grayson sat up to get a better look at him, arching a brow at his comment, "Does this mean you're admitting you considered touching me?" He grinned, stretching his arms over his head as he did to show off his bare torso. "Filth?" he chuckled, "It's clothes and books it's hardly that bad."

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Charlie was most definitely a virgin, but he wasn’t going to try and shove that information down Gray’s throat. He wasn’t ashamed by his ‘status’ by any means, but it wasn’t something he advertised left and right either. It was just something most people that knew him were aware of, since he was such a germaphobe. “Good job,” he said dryly. “At least now I won’t be home worrying about whether or not you passed out in a ditch.” Not that he would let that worry consume him too much, he was just an attractive stranger, after all.

He didn’t move from where he stood, and rubbed his arms to try and help himself warm up more quickly. “I don’t care about its size or how ritzy it is, I just care about how clean it is,” he mumbled moodily. “I should have expected this.” It was true that it could have been worse, but Char’s standards were incredibly high and thus it looked like a disaster to him.

“No,” he said firmly. “Just that it’s now not even possible in the very slightest.” Charlie turned up his nose haughtily. His eyes averted from the older boy’s bare skin, boring into a blank space on the opposite wall as he tried to avoid looking at both the slob and his mess. “Hardly that bad?” he scoffed. “I don’t even want to think about what sort of mold and bacteria might be growing in here. And I haven’t even seen your bathroom!” He could only imagine that horror. “I’m going to go,” he announced, figuring he’d had about all he could take. “Don’t cry too much.”

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Grayson was no idiot, he knew the place was a mess, but he just didn't think it was as bad as Charlie was making it out to be. Especially considering it was a bit cleaner than it usually was, he thought so at least. "Shit sorry, I'm failing to meet your mile high expectations. And my life was really riding on whether or not I could impress you." He rolled his eyes and ignored the rest of what the other guy was saying, he pulled the blanket from the back of the couch around himself and shed his pants.

"If this," he looked around the room, "disgusts you, you don't want to even see my closet." He waved at his announcement, already cuddled up underneath the blanket and half asleep. "Don't let the door hit your pretty little ass on the way out!" He passed out rather quickly after that. When he woke up the next day he indeed had the killer hangover that Charlie had predicted, and his back hurt from falling.

Worst New Year's ever. He hadn't even gotten the unicorn's number.