Hit the dance floor running

[Logan Go]

Everything was different. Different. Weird. Not bad weird, though. If his body had any say in it, everything felt pretty warm. Pleasant. Hot. Everything felt hot. Like his face felt flushed with heat. His lower body. His everything. Even his heart felt hot. Not heartburn. Something else. Maybe it beat too quickly. Was that a thing? Idly, he wondered if that was the real cause of spontaneous human combustion. But he knew it wasn't. It was magic. It was witches. It was... tales that he heard whispered in the corners of the parties he went to. It was in the news, too. Not always outright saying it but...

This place was weird. Maybe it made him weird too. He still felt too light and too heavy. His head felt like it was floating away but his limbs felt so heavy as they dragged over Sean's body. His fingers were light, though. They were careful. They were curious. And there was no way to disguise the sound that came out of him when Sean angled his body against Logan's in a distinctly sexual way. Not unlike the way his body moved when he danced, when he stripped. The sound felt like it came from deep inside, like he'd been holding it in for too long. Maybe since the club. Maybe since the weird feeling stole over him.

It was so something in that drink. That bartender...

total

witch.

His body pressed against Sean's too eagerly and then a hand was slipping between them, fingers clumsily going for buttons. His buttons, Sean's buttons, didn't matter. He just needed to free all that trapped heat... and he needed to feel it from Sean, too--in order to know he wasn't alone in this.

[Sean Yun]

"Ey... ey!" There was a hand doing things to his buttons that confused Sean. It was all good when he was grinding up against Logan but the hand pawing at his crotch sorta struck a weird note with him. He didn't even know why; just a minute ago, his body was all for the shenanigans.

Maybe it was just the fact that things were getting serious, that startled some sense into him. A little slowly, he reached down to halt Logan's hand. He was slow because his reaction time was waaaay off but some tiny voice of reason in the back of his head was trying to make itself known. Sean frowned, perplexedly. His body was still all warm, and certain parts of him were aching and throbbing, but... This wasn't normal for them.

Their interactions didn't usually consist of grinding and touching below the belt. Logan certainly never tried to get Sean's pants off and Sean didn't grope Logan's ass like he wanted it. "Hey... Logan..." His voice was thick and slurred, uncertainty punctuating each word. Sean wiggled a little bit, trying to get away. "Logan. Yo."

[Logan Go]

Now what? His frustrated little brain fell onto pause as he stopped moving his hands. Really, only because somebody was stopping him and when he looked up, it was because Sean was stopping him. They were Sean's hands stopping him, although it had been Sean's body only moments ago pressing up against him. Blinking sluggishly, Logan moved his hands away. It was weird hearing his name in a voice like that. It only made that ache inside of him burn all the more.

"What?" he asked, feeling somewhat put out now that he'd been rejected. Surely that was what this was. Slowly, he rolled off Sean, banging his head against a chair leg in the process. And then banging his head on the chair again as he tried to sit up. Damn, his head would not stop spinning like son of a bitch. It made him feel sick to his stomach and he pulled a leg toward himself as he swallowed hard.

Sweeping a hand over his face and through his hair, he turned away from Sean. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath.

[Sean Yun]

Groggily, Sean sat up too but did so without concussing himself on a chair. He rubbed a hand up and down his face, feeling haggard and confused. What... just happened? Lazily his gaze shifted down to his own crotch, with the zipper of his jeans down and the top button undone. Almost absently, Sean reached down to zip up his pants.

It still sorta didn't fully connect, what he and Logan were about to do. Pants being unbuttoned didn't necessarily correlate with Logan doing the unbuttoning. Sean just stupidly sat there for some long moments, looking at Logan's back, trying to make sense of their evening. There was food. There was beer. Then there was hard liquor and they were just starting to have fun when...

"How'd we end up on the floor?" he asked, totally confused. At some point they ended up on the kitchen floor instead of staying in their chairs. Sean rubbed the back of his neck where a tense crick was beginning to form. Some sort of muffled horror was beginning to dawn on him and he was trying his damned hardest to not let it fully take control.

Because he just remembered hands, all over him. Hands making him feel hot from head to toe. Hands at his pants, trying to reach underneath them.

"...I gotta... go." He struggled to get up.

[Logan Go]

"Drinking," he said, because that was how it happened. "Laughing," he added, as if to validate it. As if drinking and laughing were good enough reasons for what transpired afterward. It's not like we did anything. But the way Sean was looking, it was like they did and suddenly, all the laughter and alcohol seemed... not so great anymore.

"What?"

The world spun but it was not for a good reason. Why was Sean leaving?

"You know my couch is your couch," he said, but the words were distracted as he suddenly stumbled up to his feet, barely making it to the sink before he was sick into it. Drinking and churning stomach? Did not equal good times. And he knew he had way too much too drink, even just from a glance at the bottles on the table and the handful that had fallen to the ground.

[Sean Yun]

Watching Logan gunning it for the sink and hearing the sounds of him throwing up made Sean want to hurl--and he had a pretty tough stomach. Feeling queasy, he slowly got up and used the table to brace himself. Admittedly, he wanted to drop somewhere and sleep off the booze and the weirdness. But sleeping here? Where the weirdness happened only a few minutes ago?

"Uh." He took a few unsteady steps towards Logan, frowning. "I'll take a cab home." Sobriety had returned in some small measure--enough for him to realize that he needed to not be here. Here as in alone. With Logan. All alone.

"I'll call you tomorrow man," was his exit line, as he took advantage of Logan's disadvantaged state and slid out. The whole world spun with the first step, but he forced himself to keep taking them, slithering out the door before Logan could grab him or... whatever. Cause the last thing Sean wanted, or needed, or desired, was to be all alone with Logan, after what happened--that his brain was trying its best to repress, to spare him the horror of it all.