billy had been embarrassed enough with the small peck he’d given elliott. this was a far cry from the parties he’d used to go to back home in connecticut -- though he tried to simply be happy to be socialising at all. he liked elliott, and hoped that he wouldn’t feel too out of place.
it couldn’t be any worse than school, at least.
and he’s hardly going to complain when the bottle lands on elliott, he feels a little comforted, in fact, not to have to kiss a stranger. he keeps it short and sweet, happy to move on and watch the rest of the party, until elliott gets another idea.
suddenly there’s a hand in his hair, and he feels his small body almost flying into contact with elliott’s. oh god. he almost buckles, despite being knelt on the floor, from the shock of it all. his tongue moves a little more cautiously (with a little less experience, billy assumes) until he’s finally given a chance to breathe again. when he does, it comes heavily. blinking as he moves back into the circle, eyes locked on elliott.
holy shit. he needs a drink. @gonnabiteya