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Athelstan Munn
 Posted: Apr 25 2017, 10:47 AM
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“That one? That one? No no no, how about her?”

Athelstan’s head was placed on Brydon’s lap, but it did not stop him from gesturing wildly at whatever girl in the room caught his attention for the moment. He was not so sure how many cans of beer he had finished since he had walked into this room with his best friend, but the one he currently held in his hands was almost empty, and it made him very sad. A sadness that only lasted for a few moments of course, because his dark gaze was following whatever nice set of curves or shimmering laughter was luring him like the call of the sirens at sea - not that he had ever heard sirens calling, though. At least not real ones, while some girls could indeed be mistaken for sea creatures with their luscious curls and their gently moving hips and their voices like songs playing somewhere in the distance. It was distressing Stan that there was so much choice, so it was clearly a good idea to leave his head on Bry’s lap instead and not move anywhere.

The lamp at the ceiling had been charmed to change its colours, sparks and stars raining down every now and then in a shower of blue and green and bright purple, dipping skin in the oddest colours and making both teeth and eyeballs look brighter than they usually were. It was a fascinating display, just like the bass beat Athelstan could feel vibrating in his chest, adjusting to his heartbeat if he only listened to it intensively enough. Cello did not do these things - there were no hammering beats, no rising pulse. Playing cello was intense in other ways; to feel the wooden instruments with its gentle curve in between his legs and softly caress the strings with both his fingers and the bow. Even now - far away from his instrument - Stan could close his eyes and feel the rhythm of the last song he had played.

Raising his head just enough to take another sip from his beer - which tasted stale and warm by now, yet he was too sleepy and drunk to notice these kinds of things. Still he reached out and placed the can on the floor, getting slightly more comfortable while dark curls of what remained of his hair were falling into his face, taking away half of his sight as he blinked at the cute, blonde Ravenclaw girl that was dancing with her friend - well, if the Ravenclaw tie she used as a hairband was any indication, unless it just belonged to her boyfriend.

“That one!” he exclaimed, yet his excitement was slowly dying down as he pulled his knees closer to his chest and rested his cheek on his folded hands. In Stan’s mind, he was in the perfect pet me position, draped dramatically over his friend and doing nothing but drinking some more and pointing at pretty girls. And in the drunken state he was in, it made even more sense to actually demand such affections with a muttered and slurred “Mmhhhpet me Bryyyyy.”

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 Posted: Apr 28 2017, 07:50 PM
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The upbeat music was only making the lion's blood pump a little faster, the grin that showcased the slightly tipsy - or well, just plain tipsy at this point - Brydon Wilkins had as his brown eyes wandered the room, moving from girl to girl just the way that it seemed that his best friend was. There were girls that were dancing, girls that were bending over to do whatever it was that girls do - the important part was that the curves in their female bodies were being showcased by the tighter clothing that girls tended to wear and this was also pleasing to the eyes of the young man that was sitting there on the floor with his back to the cold wall. At this point in the night was the best part - except for maybe when he would part ways from his best friend to join one of the girls that he was sightseeing.

At the moment, Stan had his head in his lap and Bry was very content with this. His friend waved at and pointed at another girl and Bry eyed her for a moment before shaking his head, "She was too talkative." His nose wrinkled; it was clear the lion could remember the fact that she had not been the best bed mate around. Brown specks wandered and his gaze settled on a girl that was dancing her heart out, nodding to this one as his hand reached for his beer. "That one."

Fingers wrapped around the can and lifted - damn. Empty. He shook the can in his fingers before making a face at it and tossed. it away from the two boys on the floor before he reached to pluck Stan's from his fingers. "The hell mate, why're we outta the beer already?" His tone was one of clear disapproval. Too bad it was that point in the night that he knew if he moved from his spot, he might just fall back down. No, better to stay put a while and just enjoy the free show that was happening right in front of him.

Bry's grin widened as Stan called out his attention to the cute blonde and the young man eyed her appreciatively for the moment. His fingers ran up his friends back and squeezed his shoulder lightly before massaging his neck, laughing softly when his friend requested that the lion pet him, next. "Show you a good time, Stanboy? That what you want?" He wasn't going to lie; the fact that Stan wanted to be petted wasn't exactly a rare thing. Slender fingers brushed his friend's locks from his face, the grin permanently stuck. His words were slurred slightly more than usual but it was not something that the lion truly cared about. Then again, other than having fun and his friends, what exactly did the lion care about ever, anyways?

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 Posted: Apr 29 2017, 01:45 PM
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Sometimes two people just found each other by accident - a spilled can of beer, shared laughter about it and dancing in silly ways together - and then they just stayed together. Brydon and Athelstan had been those kind of people, as they had met just like that during Stan’s first party at Hogwarts. It had been some time at the beginning of his fifth year, when he had finally showed interest into the secret midnight parties. The details of this meeting did not matter, but they had walked out of it slowly becoming best friends - and it explained why Stan was lying sprawled over the other boy, discussing almost every girl in the room while both of them know they would not have to come to a decision, leave alone to agree to a girl. Friends did share a lot of things, but Athelstan was not overly fond of sharing those he wanted to make out with - at least not at the same time. But he did not mind benefitting from his friend’s experience, squinting at the girl Bry had labelled as too talkative.

“But Bry, don’t you like being talked to?” he hummed teasingly, adjusting his position on the lion’s lap so he could stare at his friend with a bright grin on his face. The mental image of Brydon having a girl babbling to him while he just wanted to get it on was just too perfect, and he was not going to let that down now. Still he followed his friend’s wave and looked at the girl who was taking dance like there’s nobody looking way too serious, it seemed. “Does she always move like that?” Athelstan asked with a smirk, because he could see why Brydon would recommend her. If he could actually walk straight, he might have joined her in her dance - but he could barely lie here without feeling all dizzy, so dancing sounded like a really bad idea.

Why would he want to get up anyway, as he was as content as a fat house cat on Bry’s lap, even when he had his beer stolen by the Gryffindor. “You drank it all, bro,” he muttered with a cheeky grin - because if Brydon had finished off all their beer, he wouldn’t feel so drowsy himself. It was almost forgotten - together with the cute blonde - as fingers ran up his spine, reaching for his neck and massaging it. Involuntarily, Athelstan moaned quietly, tilting his head forward slightly. “Oh fuck Bry….,” he breathed, shoulders relaxing and whole body becoming buttery soft. If the other boy continued, chances were high that Stan was just going to pee his pants as relaxed as he was. “Harder….right there…,” he added, his voice definitely not befitting the situation - and his tone uncaring of people who might watch them. The snake was officially too drunk to care about the Munn reputation right now.

“‘s not like any of the ladies showed particular interest in us tonight so might as well have you show me a good time,” he replied and closed his eyes, very content with getting free neck massages and his hair petted right now. It would not be the first time they ended up together after nights like this - too drunk to care and sometimes too drunk to find their own bed. Stan shuffled around a bit, arching his back like a cat indeed. He could fall asleep like this - but then again, he hadn’t gotten what he came here for yet. The night wasn’t over.

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 Posted: Apr 29 2017, 02:45 PM
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The alcohol running through his veins made some things easier; while others became harder. It was easier to forget the troubles of life, of course, but on the flip side, with every sip of beer that passed the boy's lips, he forgot his reserve and the fact that Stan had to keep up a bit of a reputation with the ladies for his family name. "You know very well I do not." His voice was still playful but his fingers curled into his friend's hair, giving it a slight tug before fingers finished combing through it. That would be the end of that discussion.

Of course, it was a wonder that the two boy's were sitting there together, Bry with fingers in his friend's hair, as he watched the girl that was dancing turn and give them a wink, clearly pleased that there were two boys that were watching her. "She does. Any position you might want, basically." If he hadn't drank so much, maybe the lion would've gotten up to join her, but as it was, his body and mind both was very content to be sitting here with his best friend, especially as he could elicit that sweet little moan from his friend's throat.

His hand lifted, letting the snake do his moving before it settled again, continuing the soft, light touches that Brydon knew no one could see. To anyone else's point of view it would look like he was housing his friend's head in his lap as a pillow before his friend fell asleep, not starting a small caressing pursuit on his friend that he knew would lead them to other places, girls be damned. "Should go get me another," he teased, winking at his friend. "Then I'd really be able to show you a good time." Yet, even as the words were spoken, he knew that Stan would not be getting up right at this moment; there was that sweet moan that Bry had wanted to hear before and now was rewarded with it. His fingers pressed into the base of his friend's neck, caressing softly with the pads in the exact spot where previous experience told him that Stan would respond very nicely to.

It would only be a matter of time that they left this party and neither would be going with a girl. It was the part of the night that was the very best and at that moment, Brydon was very content with the fact that slowly, ever so slowly, the two were sharing moments that would lead them to be leaving. He chewed on the inside corner of his cheek, wanting very badly to make a comment to the way that Stan was responding to him, reputations be damned. With a sweeping glance around, the boy shifted slightly, leaning over his friend, fingers still curled around the base of his neck and hummed softly into his ear, "You will be shown a very nice time tonight, Stanboy."

He shifted slightly, his fingers spider webbing and moving across one shoulder, still massaging. He made sure to keep his touches light, teasing, not to mention out of view to anyone that might be around. As much as Bry didn't enjoy the reputation his friend needed to keep up, he still supported it and even helped spread the rumors that Stan needed at times in order to keep the family all pleased and bullshit. His head rested back against the wall once more and he searched the room again, the lights swirling around the two of them as he lifted his free hand, pointing out another girl even as his fingers continued their assault on his friend's shoulder. "That one."

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 Posted: Apr 30 2017, 11:18 AM
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It was true what Brydon said - over those years and months they shared secrets with each other, they had grown to know each other’s likes and dislikes - the things they despised and loved, sometimes coming to an agreement and sometimes not. But it was also hard to remember these things when being as drunk from too much beer as Athelstan currently was - in a haze that made it impossible for him to move or follow his own train of thoughts while he was as fascinated by the flashing lights as a cat was by a laser ray. He had, in fact, many similarities to a cat when he was drunk, his begging for affection just one of those many things. His mouth felt dry despite all the beer he had consumed, and with an almost childishly stubborn gesture, he stole his beer can back from Bry, taking a sip that did not exactly calm his thirst but made him a little more dizzy than he currently was.

“You should just write books about that. Every Girl I Banged At Hogwarts. With a rating. Five stars, you know,” the boy helpfully suggested, one arm waving vaguely through the air as if to underline the fact that he was so goddamn drunk he might as well have all his blood replaced with alcohol at that point. He winced at the short drag on his hair, front teeth digging into his lip for a second while he did not pull his head away at all. It was not so bad because there were still Brydon’s fingers kneading his muscles, and it made it so easy to forget everything else. At least his friend was still taking care of his reputation, as it did not even occur to Stan that no one could see what the lion was doing to him, his actions well hidden to those who danced and just passed by, no eyes lingering on them for longer than necessary.

He grinned at his friend’s face, shaking his head slowly at the request and scratching the side of his shaved head for a moment. “D’you really need more beer to show me a good time? I’m having quite a blast right now already,” Athelstan smirked, rolling his shoulders and suppressing another moan that threatened to pearl over his lips and give away how much he was enjoying this. Eventually, Brydon had gotten too good at reading Stan, at picking up on those small signs that showed he was comfortable - the willing prey that draped itself into the lion’s mouth without a care for the consequences. Almost unintentionally, he raised his head just a little as Bry leaned over him, eyes the colour of wet soil staring at his friend from close up, the words making his cheeks redden just a little. His breath hitched for a second while he tried to laugh it off, but oh - he could barely hide he was affected.

That one. “Mhh?” Stan blinked in confusion, following the nod just a bit too late to spot the girl. He couldn’t keep this pretence up any longer, and just gazed back at his friend, brows raised slightly as he pointed at Brydon. “That one?” he slurred with a smirk, his breath coming just a little more ragged than it was supposed to be when letting your best friend massage your neck.


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It was in these moments where they were drunk that Brydon was confronted with the fact that he was a bit of a possessive bastard - for when he had the alcohol swirling in his veins and had spent the evening dancing and laughing with Stan was when the lion felt the pull towards the snake the most. Most of the other times, he could shrug it off, smile and nod with the fact that both boys went their separate ways and found girls, but it was when the alcohol was running through his veins that the boy found that he did not want to share his friend with others the most and ended up driving him just a wee bit crazy until Stan joined him for their own little party.

"We could write it together," the lion responded, distracted, watching as his friend dug his teeth into his bottom lip. Damn. Athelstan knew that drove Bry just a little crazy when he did that, it was clear that the snake was returning the favor just a little bit in this regard. Bry's fingers slipped lower across his friend's back, inching downwards, knowing it was only a matter of time before his fingers pressed into the firm ass that Stan was so conveniently hiding in his jeans. For now, however, the lion's fingers settled on the shirt that the snake was wearing and inched it up ever so slightly; the pads brushing across bare skin, sending that sweet amount of electricity through the young man and sure to make Stan crave his touch just a little more.

"I'm sure you are, kitten," the young man purred at his friend, his eyes twinkling with the slight mischief that he felt flowing through his veins, coupled with the alcohol, "But it will be so much better later, won't it?" It was a question that did not need answered, because they both knew that when the dancing lights of the room were left behind, the answer would lay within the moans that were bound to come from both of them. Fingers caressed the other boy's lower back, tracing soft lines across the smooth skin, inching slowly lower to the waistband that housed the ass that the lion loved to both touch and see.

His brown eyes went back to the boy laying on his lap, smirking at him as the game changed, as Stan pointed to the lion and it was clear that the snake had lost all sense of the fact that they started out by pointing out girls to one another. It made the lion want to reach down and press his mouth to the sweet lips that were pouting ever so nicely at him - yet, Brydon did not not dare make such a move in such a place. While the lion no longer cared about the Wilkins reputation - his father could rot in Azkaban, for all he cared - the young man knew that it would be bad if news of a Munn child - even if it was not the precious hair - came out. Making out with someone on the floor of the castle during a party, especially a boy, would haunt Stan forever.

Instead, his fingers lazily traced bare skin, meeting his friend's gaze, watching his kitten's breath hitch as Stan's focus changed from the party around them to the lion that was holding him. His kitten. It wasn't that Bry could say that he had any claim at all over the other boy; yet there was that underlying knowledge that Stan didn't let anyone treat him the way that Brydon did and it made the lion's blood burn just a little bit hotter when he thought about it.

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If there was such thing as gay by occasion, Athelstan was sure he would label himself with it. He had not chosen one way to swing yet, and he did not feel like he had to make this decision. Stan liked the attention he received from both sides, and currently he was enjoying the attention Brydon was giving him. But what was going on between Bry and him had nothing to do with being attracted to boys or girls - they would be each other’s wingman any time, just the way this game had started by pointing out girls to each other. They would recommend ladies to each other and give the five star rating Stan had been joking about any time as well, but it never changed that those moments of drunk bliss were still happening, and that the snake allowed his friends to do things no one else was allowed to. Athelstan Lancelot Munn might be a wild spirit, a Puck without an Oberon to keep him at bay - yet he was also controlled in his decisions, and determined in those things he chose to do. With Brydon, he did not have to be in charge - he could just let go.

Not every move he made was deliberately - he was drunk enough to lose control over his coordination, yet he could see the reaction he got from his best friend, the way the smallest of gestures were affecting him. They had played this game before, getting each other riled up enough with nothing but unobtrusive gestures and teasing words - it was an old dance, something that was hard to forget. The snake shivered under Brydon’s touch, feeling goosebumps covering his bare arms within seconds while he tried to keep his breath cool and composed - there was no time for hectic breaths now, no reason to show how much he wanted all of this already. “You had more experience, you would be the m-main author,” Stan stated, the short tremble in his voice unavoidable while his spine seemed to ache for those fingers.

Kitten. The word felt like a taser touching his skin - the electric fence again, the sensation most children (even the pureblood ones) had experienced at some point of their childhood. Stan’s eyes widened, lips parting while his hand fell back onto his stomach, curling into his own shirt for a second because he needed to hold onto something. Those moments were a lot like he imagined free falling without a safety net - no consequences left to face, no fucks to give any more. Athelstan wanted to move against those teasing fingers, or just pull Bry down enough to kiss him - but he couldn’t, no matter how much he wanted to, because he had to keep pretending they were just idly chatting with each other. “Why later?” he asked just a little breathless, batting his lashes at his friend.

He had to get away from Brydon or the Munn reputation would drown in a lake of beer and more questionable liquids. Athelstan moved gracelessly, arms hovering through the air for a moment before he supported himself against Bry’s shoulder, dazed gaze settled on the boy as he stood - swaying, and definitely not capable of dancing. “Let’s get out of here?” he suggested, index finger finding his bottom lip and innocently tapping on it, while his outreached hand was lingering in the distance between them. It could be disguised support, to hold the lion’s hand, while Stan just wanted to have this hand on his backside again, making sure he was claimed for the night and wouldn’t go anywhere without Brydon’s permission.

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It might be that Athelstan would always house a special place in the lion's life - for he was the only boy that Brydon had ever wanted between the silky sheets of a bed. Before the snake had transferred to Hogwarts, there had been no one that had captured the Gryffindor, nor had their been a boy since. The fact that the boy chose to bed girls other than Stan was not consciously thought about, nor was his preference. The other boy was his wingman; with or without the drunken night of fun and bliss, they would spend time together, would always point females out to one another and would rate them on the five star scale that Stan had made up long ago. Maybe one day they would write that book after all; they both were decent enough in their school work to be able to pull off such a feat, weren't they? Maybe. Maybe if they could keep their hands off of each other long enough and on their quills, anyways.

There was something about the fact that Stan let Brydon touch the snake in ways that no one else was allowed to that made the lion's blood hotter - the soft caresses, the fact that when Stan wanted to be petted like the kitten he was he came to the lion - these things did not escape the young man that was letting his lap be used as a convenient pillow as his fingers caressed the other boy's body in the most innocent and wicked ways that he could in a public place where reputations were on the line. It was the game that the two boys played often; one that Brydon enjoyed a lot. He would try to beat how long it had taken before Stan had given up the game last time each time that they started this little bit of fun. This time seemed to be the record, as the snake's hand fell to his stomach and Bry watched his friend try to suppress that moan that was bubbling up within him.

In the end, it was the pet name did the trick; especially after the small stutter that happened in the snake's voice. He grinned victoriously, fingers of one hand stroking through the soft black locks of his friend hair as his other hand toyed with the waistband of the other boy's jeans on his backside. It was the not a name that Brydon used for Stan outside of the bedroom very often, but when he did, it always had the most amazing response, in his opinion, as if the simple name could lure the other boy into the exact state that the lion wanted him in. The grin only widened as the pretty boy in his lap batted his lashes at him and practically begged for it to be time to leave the dancing people and flashing lights behind.

He stood, bracing himself against the wall for support for a moment - of the two of them, he was probably the one that was the least drunk, but that didn't mean that getting up suddenly wouldn't make his head spin. Stan was already reaching for him, already wanting his touch again, Brydon knew. Now came the next bit of the routine that the boys knew so well. "Woah," the lion smirked at his friend, his voice slightly louder as he moved his body snuggling up against the snake's. "Careful now, don't you fall over while I get you to bed to sleep this off." To anyone that overheard, the lion was the nice friend that was taking his buddy somewhere to sleep off the alcohol that he had consumed that night.

It was an easy cover, one that would lead anyone that could see the two off track. Never mind the fact that his hand had just purposely squeezed Stan's ass before making its way around his waist. "Be careful, now," he continued, letting his friend lean against him as they moved. His arm was around Stan's waist now in the most innocent of ways, at least to the eyes that might be watching them. There was no way in hell that sleep was coming soon for either of them. Not when the possessive bastard had Stan at his fingertips like the putty - or submissive kitten - that the snake really was.

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Names and reputation had always been what guided each of Athelstan’s move - and all he had to do was to follow these guidelines, the yellow brick road towards his destination. But in nights like this, he did not care quite as much what his father would think, and as intoxicated as he was right now, he did not even care enough what Archibald thought, although his brother was usually the guiding star on the boy’s sky, the one fix point in his life that never strayed away. Stan just found it so hard to focus on anything while there were still flashing lights painting the ceiling, the walls and the floor the two of them were sitting on in all the colours of the rainbow, charmed orbs of light serving as perfect imitation for disco lights. He wanted to speak up, laugh into Brydon’s face with crooked, vampire-like teeth and tell him that it would take a bit more to seduce him - but was it not what people said, that those who were drunk and innocent always told the truth? Athelstan couldn’t lie to his best friend right now, not when he was basically melting chocolate in the lion’s hands.

It was not weakness - at least not in Stan’s eyes, to admit that he was comfortable enough with someone to let all his guards down and follow him without questioning his motifs. Especially because he just knew Bry’s motifs, as they had gone through the motions of this often enough now. It always started so innocently before hands began to wander, and lips were bitten in order to tease and prevent at the same time. Why was Stan even still fighting it? He just wanted to leave this crowded room with girls who did not know how to move to a certain song and danced crookedly instead, as if they had been having too much beer too. Even in his more than tipsy state, the snake knew that Brydon Wilkins was fully aware of what he was doing to him - and yet he would rather die than admit how much it really affected him, how much he loved being petted like an overgrown cat and how the nickname sent shivers down his spine.

With his gaze clouded from both want and alcohol, he watched his friend get up to, wondering how the fuck Bry intended to get him anywhere when he couldn’t quite stand straight all by himself, either. It was not really Athelstan’s problem, as he knew what would follow: the loud announcement that one was going to help the other to find his way back to bed now - never mentioning that they were going to end up in this bed together. Still Stan yelped a little as his backside was grabbed for a moment, almost stumbling over his own feet while he was trying to keep what little integrity was left. “Sleep is for the weak!” he yelled just for good measure, high-fiving the boy who walked past him and hollered in agreement before he grinned back at his best friend, knowing that in moments like this, there was something like jealousy and possessiveness playing in their interactions, too.

But he was relieved when they finally left the room on top of the abandoned tower and Brydon’s arm was still around his waist. Then again it was not good because they had to walk down all those stairs and then decide whether it would be Stan’s or Bry’s dorm - or the room of requirement, as it was Athelstan’s new favourite place in the entire castle, apparently. Just as they were standing on the stairs, he turned in his friend’s grip just enough to face Brydon and tilt his head a little, raising a brow. “Are you really going to wait til I get a kiss?” he asked bluntly, biting his lip once more just for good measure.

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 Posted: May 1 2017, 04:18 PM
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At what point in time had he come to live a life that was like this? The Wilkins name was highly known throughout the country, even if Brydon did not know exactly why his name was so well known. As far as he knew he was a pureblood; no mother had ever claimed to be his mother so the boy did not know. Judging by Jim Wilkins' history and name however, this was as a rather safe assumption, one that the wizarding world and Brydon both shared. It only made sense that his best friend was also a pureblood and the name was well known, whether or not either boy actually cared about blood status. Yet, the lion knew that his friend also got along with his father, unlike the Wilkins' child that had gone to duel his father in his mansion the previous summer. Jim Wilkins' was currently in Azkaban, as child abuse was unraveled when authorities came that day.

Stan, however, looked up to both his father and his brother, which was why no one knew any different that the youngest Munn child and his best friend were sometimes more than just friends; that when they announced to the room that they were going to find a bed to sleep it off, they were doing so much more than just sleeping. It was not something that bothered the lion however; as far as he knew, the only boy that the snake had ever allowed to touch him was Bry - and this was the part that Brydon liked very much. As long as there were no other boys involved, the lion could keep the pretense in his head that his best friend was also his submissive kitten, that really, there was that dedication to Brydon, it just came after the show of living up to the Munn name. Maybe one day it would be more of a concern to the young man, but for now, the lion enjoyed the arrangement that they had.

In was in these movements that Stan had - high-fives with another boy on their way past - that made Bry's lip curl. Internally, he was scolding at the other boy, even if there was a broad grin resting on his face. His fingers curled around hhis friend's hip rather tightly in the next moment however and his lips came dangerously close to Stan's ear. "I can go find a girl instead," he threatened softly in the other boy's ear - not that it was a real threat - at this point in the night, the lion would only think of Stan if he left his side. But that did not stop the possessive bastard try and make the kitten behave just a little bit better. It was all part of the game anyways; the possessiveness and jealousy sparks that the two shared. Later on, Stan would be rewarded or punished based on his behavior at this time in the night and Bry knew that his friend was going to push all the buttons that he could until the last straw hit. It was then that the snake would turn into a docile kitten and listened to whatever the lion might want.

Fingers only tightened around his friend's waist as they left the party behind, sliding higher to under the t-shirt that Stan wore, grazing along bare skin lightly. It was only moments before the other boy turned to him and pouted to be kissed and that sweet biting of the bottom lip that Stan was doing as he sent him puppy eyes was not helping matters in the least. Still, Bry held his reserve, watching his friend, tracing soft skin along his ribs as they stood there, inches apart. His voice was barely above a whisper when he finally spoke, licking his red lips, "You know the rules." They would wait until they were someplace safe, because even if they were both drunk, it still mattered to him that Stan did not wreck his life in one moment. His sister had done that already and it had showed how horrendous it might be for a Munn child.

His other hand came down and landed on the other boy's ass once more, strong fingers caressing through the jeans as they stood there on the steps. "My dorm is only a bit away, now," he added, watching for his friend's reaction to the extra touches. There was no one around at the moment and he could risk these touches before his hands slide from the other boy's body once more; resuming the previous position where it looked like he was only supporting his friend on their way back to a bed for the night. "Once we're there, all bets are off," the lion breathed into his friend's ear. "Clearly you need a lesson in manners, Stanboy."

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It was safe to say that Brydon cared more about the Munn reputation than Athelstan currently did himself, and yet he wondered how the fuck his best friend had managed to stay just a little more sober than he had, given they had approximately consumed the exact same amount of beer. Stan gazed back to the spot on the floor the two boys had been sprawled on, and eventually, he spotted more beer cans than he could remember having opened. There was something about Bry that always made him keep the upper hand, even when being as intoxicated as they currently were. At this point it did not dawn on him that he was always drawn to such strong personalities, leaders at heart - his own brother being a prime example for this, as well as his choice of friends. Little did he know what was going on in his friend's head at this moment as the two of them left, because he was too busy with his own excitement, goosebumps still covering the back of his neck where Bry's fingers had lingered not so long ago, and his bare arms. It was funny how he knew what was going to happen, and yet he was still anticipating every step until it was actually going to happen.

Things with Brydon were special in every way - those were not the hours spent with Lynn, not the kisses stolen from Stan's lips by Martín. Too tipsy too care - and all too bothered with suppressing the urge to scream Gaelic profanities at no one in particular. Once the high five had been executed, he felt those fingers - familiar, yet still exciting - digging into his hips, wondering whether it would bruise or whether it would take more than the pressure currently applied to his skin. He liked finding those random marks on his skin, always placed where no one but those who would see him naked could spot them - little secrets drawn onto his skin. Still, Athelstan just grinned and looked up to his taller friend, shaking his head softly. "You'd be thinking of me anyway, don't kid yourself," he said way too triumphantly, knowing he was right - and it was the kind of knowledge that kept him going. He had made it a habit to push all boundaries before giving in - a cat that scratched until petted in the right ways.

He shivered under touch of fingertips underneath his shirt, wondering where Brydon took all his self-control from when Stan himself was tempted to beg him to get at least one kiss before they arrived at the dorm. Athelstan was not usually so desperate, but he became more clingy when drunk - and even more so when it came to his friend. "But this is an empty corridor, Bry, no one's gonna see us," he pleaded quietly, hands resting on the taller boy's chest for a moment and playfully digging in his shirt - a gesture that could be easily mistaken for seeking support while being utterly drunk. He always liked to bend these so-called rules in his favour, knowing that the lion would let him do so until a certainn point was reached. It was a constant challenge, yet Stan was an ambitious boy - he aimed to annoy as much as he aimed to please.

In those moments it was easy to forget Alvyna had almost been disowned for the fact she had been caught with a girl - and there was nothing telling Athelstan that the same wouldn't happen to him when he would be caught with a boy. Somehow it did not click for him that this was just the same - that Brydon and him would be seen as the same scandalous connection as Alvyna and her girlfriend. Yet Stan hated not being able to cling, groaning in annoyance and still leaning into the touches that were offered. "Try me," he breathed back, a mischievous grin on his lips before he almost missed one of the steps, catching himself last minute. Brydon Wilkins was most definitely ruining all his cool.

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Did Brydon care about his friend's reputation? To the outsider, it probably seemed that way; it might even have seemed that way to Stan, who knew. The truth of the matter was, that the lion had spent so many years trying to please his father that he had a small idea of what it was like to be in his friend's shoes. The difference was that Athelstan had a much better relationship with not only his father, but especially the older brother that Bry knew meant everything in the world to the snake. It was why, even when he was drunk, he would keep his hands off of his friend in the public areas where anyone could see them. Stan had long ago told him of the scandal that had dispelled her from the Munn family and the lion was not about to let that happen to the boy that he cared so much about as well. One of them needed to stay on the families good side and that was not going to be Brydon, after the stunt that he had pulled and his father was sent to Azkaban.

It wasn't a conscious thought that Stan meant more to him than anyone else - because that fact was a given. Stan was his right hand man and that had been established long before these games of cat and mouse had - or was it dog and cat, since Stan was clearly the kitten in the relationship? It had been this way from the beginning. Even if Stan was the kitten in the relationship, it was clear that Brydon also took care of him, just the way that one should be taken care of. Even when drunk and in need, Stan's well-being was the first thing on his mind. It would stay that way, the lion was sure. His fingers clutched at his friend's hip was probably going to leave those sweet marks that later his tongue would trace, that later, teeth marks would also bruise the smooth skin. It was all part of what the two boys did together, behind the doors that no one ever suspected that they were more than just best friends that drank and pointed girls out to one another.

Stan was like a stray cat that needed to be coaxed into taming, petted and groomed carefully into becoming a domesticated kitten rather than the fierce one that he tried to present to the world.It was just as well for the lion - he enjoyed the fact that his friend only allowed him to do the taming. Athelstan might look tough on the outside, but when it came to Brydon, the lion knew that even now, as his friend pleaded with him, the other boy would only put up a fight until he laid down the rules and laws. Fingers ran down his friend's thigh lightly, a gentle sweep that would not be seen by anyone other than the pleading boy that wanted a kiss, "Patience, kitten," he smiled at the snake before his hand dropped again and both sets of fingers pulled Stan's from his chest and moved them towards the railing. His chest already missed the pressure, but now was not the time for that.

He seemed too late, however, as Stan took a misstep and nearly fell - until long arms of the lion surrounded him, pulling him back, tight and snug against his body. Perhaps that had been a part of the snake's plan, to have Brydon holding him like this. His mouth pressed to the back of Stan's neck and he was tempted to bite hard - it would be a small punishment for his friend to have to wear shirts that covered the mark for a while. With this wicked thought, Bry sunk his teeth into the skin as his hand came up, steadying his friend. "Now walk," he hissed in his friend's ear, his patience growing thinner with this game as it continued. His hands moved back to the other boy's waist and as as they finished the steps, Bry came to that position that looked as though he was holding his drunk friend up once more, but the glint in his eyes that was starting to form was sure tell Stan that the game coming to an end, that the rules being bent were going to a very strong halt soon.

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Whether the world turned slower or faster when Athelstan was drunk, he could not tell - but he knew that it turned in different ways, crookedly enough to throw him off his course, no matter whether he wanted to or not. It was not a bad feeling, yet also not one he needed to survive. He did not drink to forget or to drown any kind of sorrows, he merely drank because he liked the taste of beer and because he liked the way all boundaries between him and Brydon seemed to disappear as soon as they were intoxicated enough for such stunts. Stan’s whole body felt light and heavy at the same time, making him wonder whether flying without a broom would be possible now - but the closest he came to flying was stumbling, and that was not pleasant at all. No, maybe it was pleasant, at least when Bry’s arms wrapped around him to kept him steady, making him just a little as he leaned against the taller boy’s frame and hummed contently for a moment.

That was until the lion literally dug his teeth into his skin, making Stan inhale sharply and yet he stayed perfectly still, despite the slight jolts of pain that were sent through the boy’s body when he could feel the moment of the bite, how it went through his skin and seemed to tug straight on his nerves. And even in his drunken state he realized that he was about to take their game too far, that Brydon’s patience was not going to last much longer. In this moment, he did not even think about his own patience and how it had been running out as well, how much he wanted to give into the crude desires the Gods had placed upon humans - kissing, touching, dancing, drinking, making out. Was it too much to ask for? Maybe it was why he liked drinking, because he could forget who he was for a while and pretend that he could be whoever he wanted to be instead.

Right now, Athelstan eventually wanted to be that kitten, body still and breath heavy until his best friend pulled away again - and in this very moment, the snake did not even dare to reach out and run his fingers over the sore skin on the back of his neck. Now walk. It was an easy order, yet when did Stan ever do as he was told? Only when he was with Brydon, of course, and he sent the boy a questioning gaze, making sure that everything was alright between the two of them as he did walk - not quite as straight and confident as usual, yet well enough if one ignored the slight beelines. “So your dorm it is?” he asked, his tone changed a little - more meek, more submissive than he usually was, although the beer in his blood system was still daring him to yell profanities and wake up every single portrait they passed. He didn’t do so - Munn self-control didn’t fade that fast.

He felt feverish, and the easiest way to endure such feelings was to pretend the beer was to blame. The boy hummed quietly to himself while walking along the corridor, hazel eyes still hazy and his sight blurred slightly while long, elegant fingers reached out to push the dark curls out of his face again because they kept falling there. “You could just carry me,” he suggested helpfully, gazing at his friend again with a grin. His heart screamed piggy backrides! while his mind said behave! - and Athelstan hadn’t decided yet whether he was a heart or a mind person, as the heart was an organ of fire. And fire needed to be appreciated whenever it was burning.

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Brydon did not go out to get drunk in order to gain confidence or to have a night to enjoy himself - he simply liked the parties, liked the flashing lights, the girls curves that seemed to enhance and sharpen as the night wore on. Yet it was in the middle of the night, in a drunken state that he would reach for his best friend instead, as was there custom. At some point the tables had turned and the lion enjoyed the company that Athelstan gave him; he didn't need to worry about what his friend might think of him the next day, or wonder if he had been too hard, or any of the other nonsense that Bry was forced to think about when going to a private area with a female. Stan woul take anything that the lion was going to give him - not that he'd go further than what the snake wanted as well, for Brydon knew that his best friend loved their little game just the way that he did.

It was evident in how still Stan become as his neck was attacked and bruised that he knew that the game was changing, that Bry's patience was about to thin. The other boy's tone changed accordingly, enough to calm the raging beast that was starting to swell up within the taller boy. Athelstan had a fleeting questioning glance and Bry's response was to put his hand on his friend's back, in the middle. To anyone else, it was a guiding hand - to the boys that were walking down the corridor together, it was a hand that was signalling that they needed to get moving, that the end of patience was nearing and that it was time to turn the tables into what they both really wanted, even if they both also enjoyed this pregame.

"Yes," he responded, his tone of much more authority and power than during the days that shared with his friend. This game did not hinder their relationship during the day hours and once more, the lion thought of how nice it was that when with Stan, he didn't have to worry about the bullshit that also came along with such things. They both had wants and needs; with the alcohol swirling in their limbs and minds, the two boys were able to do the dance and show for each other and the people that might see them just long enough before they got behind closed doors. Later, Bry would tell Stan to keep the mark that he had left him on his neck, with no healing charms. Let his kitten squirm a little with the thought of another person finding it - that too, was part of the game that the two played.

His fingers clenched in Stan's shirt at the soft request - on one hand, it sounded very nice indeed, on the other, it nearly sounded as if the other boy was pushing the limits again. Debate swirled within the alcohol filled mind and Brydon pursed his lips. He was not in the mood for this; wanted to get back to the dorm as quickly as possible, but yet the sound of having Stan on his back was a very nice one. Stopping at the end of this corridor, he shifted into a squat so that Stan could clamor on. At least this way, they would get to the dorm faster and this little episode of acting like they were nothing more than two drunk best friends would end - he would be able to push Stan down on the bed and kiss him until the other boy couldn't remember where he was. It would be long night for the boy that had pushed the lion's buttons just a little too far.

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