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( open ) let's dance

Who: the teen population of the Moira
When: at some point after arriving at the Luminous Sea, late afternoon/evening
Where: recreation area
What: a very 80's party thrown by Peter

takeitslow! Is your character currently a teenager? If yes, then assume they have somehow magically gotten an invitation and come party with us!
Warnings: none for the moment, will change if necessary

So maybe there's a lot of young people suddenly around the Moira. The best way to deal with it is obviously by throwing a party. Because adults are boring people who can't have fun and how can you not go wild at a party with a disco ball?

The rec area has been decorated just a bit for the occasion: there's a few tables with quick snacks, sweets and drinks, and 80's music playing from some strategically placed speakers. A good portion of the area is unimpeded so people can dance, and there are balloons of different colors a little bit all over.

The pool's decorated with tiny glitter confetti too, so it gives off a very glow-y vibe. Probably not a good idea to jump in but hey, you do you.

People are free to start up their own activities during the party, be it games like Spin the Bottle or Never Have I Ever, or something like attempting synchronized dancing. Seriously, go wild! (Not too wild, though. Just because there are no parents around doesn't mean you all should do whatever the hell you want. ~~Yes it does.~~)

(Everyone feel free to put up specific starters for your characters, or for 'group' activities, go ahead and put up a top level so that everyone who wants to can jump in!)

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[ Oh, damn. Eggsy really isn't helping with this whole distraction thing. Or he is, but he's distracting in a very different way than Bruce was aiming for.

Part of him feels like running away and hiding right now, the other part is kind of frozen in place, lost between sheer embarrassment and the simple fact that he's actually enjoying this little moment. ]

It's... [ He trails off, eyes closing, lips pressing tightly so he doesn't let out a sigh when Eggsy's fingers sift through his hair. It's pretty obvious he enjoys that a lot, though. ] I go by my middle name, actually. First one's, uh... Robert.

[ He's not really sure why he's sharing that, but it's probably some instinctive reaction, almost like a defensive mechanism in response to the light kiss. It leaves his skin tingling, an itch that travels down his neck and makes his whole face burn up. ]

I like Gary. It's, um. A nice name.

[Oh. Eggsy lets out a sigh of his own, a soft puff of warm air against the same spot he's just kissed. Bruce likes the fingers in his hair, and Eggsy enjoys the way his hair feels, so he continues to runs his fingers through the dark locks, nails scratching gently here or there and the tips brushing lightly against his scalp.]

Gary's alright, but it don't feel like my name.

[Just like Robert was an alright name, but didn't really feel like it belonged to Bruce.]

I wanna kiss you.

[He really wants to kiss him, but Eggsy can't get past the part of him that has to know one hundred percent that someone wants that. Eggsy smooths his other hand up and down Bruce's back, tipping back so he can meet Bruce's eyes.]

Yeah?

[Just put him out of his misery, Bruce. A kiss or no kisses. More of the way they're moving against each other. Anything.]

[ Bruce is inclined to agree, even if he hasn't even met Eggsy that long. Gary just doesn't have the same ring to it, the same presence. But it's nice to know it anyway, even if he doesn't particularly know why knowing such a small thing pleases him.

He has a bit of a delayed reaction when Eggsy tells him what he wants to do, which is in good part due the fact that the hand on his hair is incredibly distracting, making him feel a little too light. His eyes are darker when Eggsy leans back to look at him, pupils a little wider, eyelids lifting in surprise.

He can feel his skin all warm and tingly and his breath too hot in his throat and he doesn't know what it is. Maybe it's the bit of alcohol he doesn't realize he's been drinking, or maybe he's just getting carried away with his party, because he's only really known Eggsy for ten minutes at best, but he can't imagine answering that request with anything other than a resounding, ] Yes.

[ And then he's leaning in, breath ghosting Eggsy's lips, though not quite kissing him yet. ]

[Yes.

That's all Eggsy wanted to hear and it flips a switch inside him. The hand at Bruce's back comes up to cup the side of his face, his thumb pressing gently just underneath Bruce's lower lip. Then Bruce is leaning in so close and that's so hot, and Eggsy wants to be a gentleman and go slow, but he's not really good at either of those things.

He applies a little pressure to Bruce's chin, causing his mouth to open, and the hand in Bruce's hair angles his head back.]

Yeah.

[He's a little breathless when he says it, and then he closes that space between them, slotting their mouths together. Eggsy takes a moment to let Bruce adjust and then he's licking into his mouth, groaning low in his throat. He tastes like whatever drink he's had, and even though they're already at the edge of the party, Eggsy slowly, without breaking their kiss, walks him backwards.]

[ Well, he's not sure what he was expecting, but he sure wasn't expecting this. Something slower, probably, gentler too, kind of like the small kisses he shared during the game. Those had been enough to leave him fumbling for words as it was, so this... overwhelms him entirely.

He gasps audibly when Eggsy tugs his head back, fingers fisting the back of Eggsy's polo at the feeling of his tongue sliding past his parted lips. He has no idea how to kiss like this, but it does feel really good, so he ends up not doing much of anything except hold his mouth open for Eggsy, his eyebrows knit together like he's trying to focus really hard on something. (That something happens to be breathing.)

For a moment he doesn't move even when Eggsy guides him backwards, too afraid of tripping all over his own feet. Eventually he takes a step back, then another, clumsy and slow and only managing to stay upright because of how tightly he's clinging onto Eggsy, letting him guide him pretty much wherever he wants to. ]

[Eggsy's never really kissed anyone like Bruce before. He'd kissed a few blokes, birds more often, but it's the sweetness and how loose and pliant Bruce has gone in his arms that he's never experienced. He doesn't know why it is, but it makes him feel special that this shy guy decided to let Eggsy kiss him this way and fuck, the nerves and fingers twisting into the back of his polo turn him on.

He moves his hand when the wall presses to Bruce's back, and the music, the people, everything fades away as he focuses on what this feels like, focuses on making Bruce feel good.]

You're fuckin' gorgeous. [He presses a kiss to the corner of Bruce's mouth, runs his hands down his side, rucking his shirt up to brush his fingers across Bruce's hip.] Don't wanna stop kissin' or touchin' you ever.

[Eggsy kisses down Bruce's throat, gently nipping the dip where neck meets shoulder, sucking over the spot and rocking forward on his toes so he's pressed close again.]

[ Bruce feels like he's sloppy and a mess, honestly. He's not even sure why Eggsy's still kissing him, because while the other guy's making him feel pretty wonderful right now, he's sure he's a terrible kisser. He lacks the experience, the knowledge, and to add to that, he has no idea what to do with his hands or the rest of himself.

Not like Eggsy does, anyway, whose hands seem to know very well where they're going. As does his mouth. ]

God.

[ Oh, he just— he just said that out loud. Eyes closing, he presses his lips into a tight line, a hand moving up to cover his own mouth. Not that helps much, but... well. ]

E-Eggsy... [ The name is little more than a gasp. He's not even sure what he's asking here: a pause for breath, or for him not to stop. It's one of those, probably. But Bruce can't even string his thoughts together coherently enough, and the way his body tenses and arches to meet Eggsy's pretty much speaks for itself. ]

[Eggsy groans against Bruce’s throat, a hand sliding up his shirt a bit farther at the sound of his name coming from Bruce’s lips sounding like that. Then he’s arching into Eggsy and Eggsy’s suddenly thinking of a thousand things he wants to do to Bruce, namely a lot more kisses, but he doesn’t want Bruce to get freaked if he remembers where they are.

He reaches up and pulls Bruce’s hand from his mouth, rocking his hips forward and grinding them lightly together.]

Like the way it sounds when you say my name, yeah?

[Another soft gasp, breath warm and sweet against Bruce’s lips.]

Can we go somewhere else? We don’t have to do anythin’ you don’t want. We can just keep kissin’.

[ Bruce's head feels too light on his shoulders, and his body too hot, skin practically itching. It's only by a little that he doesn't nearly moan when he feels Eggsy's fingers across his skin, matched with the way he rolls his hips against him. He's not even remotely aware of where they are right now— that is, until Eggsy mentions going elsewhere, and Bruce blinks his eyes slowly and looks just over Eggsy's shoulder, at the party right across the pool.

He's suddenly much more mortified, but also very grateful that Eggsy at least has more presence of mind than he does right now. Hands moving to rest on Eggsy's chest instead, he ducks his head low, cheek brushing against Eggsy's lips, and finally he nods. ]

Please— yeah. We should... find some other place. [ Preferably private and completely deserted. The thought of saying 'no' doesn't even cross his mind at this point. ]

[Eggsy presses soft kisses to Bruce's jaw, his cheeks, and finally his mouth. Eggsy doesn't want him to be embarrassed, fuck, he was the one that had Bruce pinned to the wall, kissing him like he's never kissed anyone else before. Might as well have been the first time with how good it felt.]

Yeah, alright. [He leans back, and slides his hand out from under Bruce's shirt, reaching for his hand.] I got a room.

[He doesn't recognize any of the stuff in it, but it's private and that's the important part. Eggsy tosses his arm around Bruce, trying to make it look less like they're running out of the party to do exactly what they were just doing but alone, and more like two pals going for a walk. With how disheveled they look, it's probably not convincing but he's trying.

They move through the party to the door, and then through the ship.]

Unless you've got one.

[ Bruce's expression probably isn't particularly convincing either, as he ducks his head and more or less tries to hide himself against Eggsy's side. Luckily, whether it's because no one sees them or no one bothers, they manage to walk out of the party without being intercepted, and once they're out on the much quieter hallway, Bruce relaxes a little and lets out a soft sigh.

Okay, good. Now he can go back to being weirdly nervous about what they're going to do. Whatever that ends up being. ]

No. No, I don't... I've been staying at the science department.

[ He's just going to skip on explaining his rooming situation right now, because it's just... too complicated. He kind of has to remind himself that this is not cheating because he's not really dating Trish at this point, but it's still not a conversation he wants to have with Eggsy. Not that he's hiding something or feeling guilty, but it's too weird. ]

Your room's fine.

[Eggsy keeps his arm wrapped around Bruce, enjoying the way he’s pressed close, and even out in the hallway, he keeps him right where he is.]

Science department? Was there nowhere else for ya to sleep or?

[For all he knows, the guy doesn’t need to sleep or he likes hanging around there. It might not even be his business. They had just been making out and grinding on each other and Eggsy wants to continue that, but he also wants to know him some. As much as Bruce wants. He listens to whatever Bruce has to say as they get into an elevator and go to Eggsy’s deck, and after unlocking his door, he gently pushes Bruce into his room.]

Looks like I’m just movin’ in, yeah?

[Well, there’s all kinds of stuff that’s not his but this room had his name on it so he doesn’t know. Eggsy locks the door and steps up close to Bruce, running his palms across his shoulders, down his arms to his hands, fingers twining together loosely.]

Biggest room I’ve ever lived in.

I could ask for a room, I guess, [ He shrugs. ] But I like the department. It's where older me worked, and it's got a really nice couch there. Maybe I'll just ask for a bed to put there.

[ That would make him pretty happy, actually. The smaller office looks pretty much like the kind of bedroom he'd keep, except more futuristic, besides he'd have the entirety of the department right next to him. So he can't complain.

The rest of the walk goes by quickly— almost quicker than Bruce can handle. He tries to relax against Eggsy but he can't kick the underlying excitement and nervousness that thrums away just underneath his ribcage, his stomach twisting, his neck and face warm.

He manages to distract himself a little once they get to Eggsy's room, looking around and focusing on the small details here and there. But it's only a few seconds before Eggsy's standing in front of him again, sliding those hands down his arms, threading their fingers together. Bruce looks up slowly, cheeks warm all over again, but at least he manages to look at Eggsy and not completely embarrass himself. ]

I never had a big room either.

You should. 'Specially if you like it so much there.

[Eggsy figures if it makes Bruce happy, then that's all that really matters. It might not be an actual bedroom, but that doesn't mean it's not just as good as.]

Feels like too much space for one person.

[But he's not by himself in it, and he's got Bruce right there in front of him. Eggsy slides his hands underneath Bruce's arms to his elbows, stepping in as he guides Bruce to grip Eggsy's shoulders. He wraps his arms around Bruce's waist, a hand to the small of his back, the other a little lower. Eggsy starts to move them to the beat of the music they'd just been listening to.]

Good thing we ain't alone.

[He's in no rush, they can start to dance again. See where that takes them now that they are by themselves.]

[ It's what Bruce figured, anyway. It's rare for him to find a place where he's comfortable, and the fact that he has so quickly after ending up on the Moira is nothing but a source of relief for him. Even if he had the option of getting an actual room, he still thinks he'd prefer the department.

His hands rest more comfortably on Eggsy's shoulders this time around, although his breath hitches when one of those hands settles on a spot a little lower than the small of his back. His eyes widen a bit and his cheeks flush all over again. Damn it, just when he was starting to get a better grip on this whole thing. (No he wasn't.) ]

I don't know— it's kind of nice having a lot of room to fill with your favorite things, no?

[ Bruce sure wouldn't have complained about some extra space. His bedroom back home was nice and a safe space, but it was a little cramped with how much stuff he had in there. ]

This is kind of weird. [ He smiles lopsidedly. ] Dancing without music.

Yeah, would be nice.

[He tucks Bruce closer, moving them around in another circle. His hands are a little more mobile than they had been, the one slipping up and down Bruce’s spine, fingers dancing in time to a beat only he can hear. Eggsy leans in and presses a soft kiss to Bruce’s jaw, his other hand ghosting a little lower.]

Didn’t wanna go too fast.

[Maybe it is kind of weird but Eggsy likes having Bruce pressed close without having to worry about anybody else but the two of them. More than that, he likes that lopsided smile so he presses his own to Bruce’s, kissing him with a lot more heat than he had been.

Eggsy, in a bit of a repeat from before, begins to walk Bruce backwards, but this time towards his bed. His hand slips back underneath Bruce’s shirt, hiking it up to feel skin on skin.]

Gonna take this off now, yeah?

[ Everything Eggsy does feels so much more intense now, when there's no music to drown out his breath, when there's no party and no people around them. Nothing else to distract his senses, to tune him out of everything Eggsy's doing, even if only a little.

He's not really sure if the lightheadedness that comes from being that aware and sensitive is a good or a bad thing, and his stomach twists and flips as fast as his heart thumps against his chest. When the back of his legs hits the bed and he looks over, he lets out a gasp before he can stop himself, his hand reaching for Eggsy's wrists and holding on tight. ]

W-wait— [ His voice comes out a little heavy and breathless, and he tries desperately to clear his mind but completely fails to do so. Everything seems to be spinning dangerously out of control right now, and he feels that if he doesn't get a grip on it now, he never will.

(He tries not to think much about the fact that he doesn't want to get a grip. Another kiss or another touch, and he could just let it all go.) ]

I've never— n-never done anything. I'd never even kissed someone like that, and I'm, uh... [ God, he sucks at this. He's not even sure what point he's trying to make anymore. ] I don't know what I'm doing.

[Eggsy freezes, hands stilling and stopping their journey to remove Bruce of his shirt. His pupils are blown, eyes wide, and his face is flushed, breathing erratic. He slips his hands out of Bruce’s shirt and nudges him back to sit on the bed, coming down beside him with no space in between. He twists the hand at his wrist around so that their fingers are tangled together.]

Do you wanna do this?

[He’d thought Bruce hadn’t done this a lot before, at least not with guys, and as much as Eggsy does want to continue, he’s not a creep.]

There ain’t no reason why we can’t stop. [A beat.] But if you want keep goin’, there ain’t no reason why we can’t do whatever we want. A lot, a little.

[He lifts Bruce’s hand and kisses the inside of his wrist, over his pulse point.]

Wouldn’t even care if you said you just wanted a cuddle.

[ Bruce is thankful for the pause, if anything because it allows him to breathe deep and clear his head just a little. He's still flushed all the way down his neck and shoulders, but at least he doesn't feel like everything's spiralling too quickly out of his control.

He goes along as Eggsy guides him, taking a seat by the edge of the bed. He doesn't pull his hand from Eggsy's, his fingers too curling around his, a little for support or just because he likes that contact. ]

I know.

[ He knows Eggsy wasn't forcing him into anything, either. He's not stupid, he knows why Eggsy invited him here, and he came along willingly anyway. Still, he's glad for the opportunity to slow things down, and he ducks his head a little when Eggsy kisses the inside of his wrist, his skin sensitive there. ]

I.... I liked the kissing.

Let’s do that for a bit then, yeah?

[Eggsy releases Bruce’s wrist, and kicks his shoes off before rolling over onto the bed. On his side, he reaches out for Bruce, tugging him close until he’s on his back and Eggsy’s leaning over him. He runs his fingers down Bruce’s side, smiling fondly.]

Tip your head to the side.

[He gently nudges his chin away from Eggsy.]

I’ll show you my favorite way to be kissed and then, if you’re feelin’ it, you can do it to me.

[There’s a light kiss pressed to the corner of Bruce’s mouth, his jaw, below his ear, and lower, down his throat until he can taste his heart beating under his lips. Eggsy opens his mouth and gently sucks on the spot, working it carefully with his teeth and tracing it with his tongue.]

[ Taking Eggsy's lead, Bruce takes off his own shoes, then follows Eggsy onto the bed. He can easily get him on his back like this, even as his eyes stare up at Eggsy a little wide, his skin flushed all the way down his neck. ]

... okay.

[ His head tips to the other side, his eyes closing as he bites on his lower lip. Eggsy's lips are soft and warm, and this feels different enough from the way they kissed before that Bruce feels like he could just melt into a pool on that mattress.

A hand settles on Eggsy's front, just below his chest, fingers lightly fisting his polo. His head tips a little more to the side, silently inviting Eggsy to continue, his lips parting eventually in a very soft and quiet gasp. ]

[Eggsy groans as Bruce tilts his head back, nipping and kissing all over his throat. With a small smile, he draws back, fingers splayed over the base of Bruce’s neck.]

Are ya feelin’ it?

[He’s propped up on an elbow, head tipped to the side as he traces his fingertips in small circles, playing with the collar of Bruce’s shirt.]

Or do you want me to keep on goin’?

[His tone suggests that he’d be good with either way.]

[ The question has Bruce tipping his head back down to look at Eggsy, feeling his face hot even around his eyes and up to his ears, his throat a little dry. He nods, though, managing in a weak voice. ]

That's... uh, okay. Yeah.

[ Bruce licks his lips, gaze dropping in a show of embarrassment, feeling particularly awkward when he speaks up again. ]

Is this okay? I'm not even doing anything.

[Eggsy tips up and kisses Bruce, hoping to kiss away that embarrassment and any lingering shyness. He knows that this is all about learning each other, and if Bruce isn’t ready for more than Eggsy kissing and touching him right now, that’s what’ll happen.]

You don’t have to.

[He kisses Bruce’s jaw.]

Ain’t gotta. I can.

[Angling his body closer, he trails back down Bruce’s throat. He skips over the mark he’d made and goes a little lower, sliding his hand down to Bruce’s hip, fingers splayed out.]

[ Well, good luck with that. That's a lifetime of awkwardness and embarrassment that seems to be culminating into this moment, although Bruce is perfectly aware that he's not uncomfortable with any of this. If he were, he'd have said something, because somehow he just knows that would be perfectly fine with Eggsy. That of all people, this one guy he supposedly barely knows is someone he can trust completely. ]

No, but I... I want to. [ He manages that a little shakily, closing his eyes again and swallowing dryly as Eggsy's lips trail farther down his throat, his hips shifting on the bed in response to the hand settling on his side. ]

I just don't know how— I mean, what you like. [ Okay yes, this is particularly embarrassing. Bruce just takes comfort in the fact Eggsy's not actually looking him in the eye and exhales audibly before he goes on. ] How I should touch you. If you show me, I... I'll do it.

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