[Possible Future][C] Clint Eastwood

Christopher was naive enough about what went on at parties to not have a clue as to what was happening right now.

He swallowed his last bite of sandwich thickly as Darragh knelt between his legs.

He could admit that this was a hot sight, it only solidified the fact that he was definitely and irreversibly gay.

"I...don't want to drink."

He muttered, not knowing what that meant he would have to do.

Darragh gave a wide, crooked grin and leaned down to press a kiss to the boy's thigh.

"That's all right, I'll do the drinking."

His hands slid up Chris' thighs to begin pushing up the boy's shirt. "Off. Its so much easier when you don't have your shirt on."

Around them, men and women alike were stripping of their shirts and bras, flirting and playing with each other as they got ready to start doing shots.

Christopher's cheeks went pink as Darragh kissed his thigh, having a man's head so close to his crotch wasn't making this situation very comfortable.

He jerked when hands slid up his shirt, sitting up a little straighter so the man's hands weren't so far up his torso.

"What?"

He stuttered as he looked around as a bunch of people were stripping off.

What the hell had he gotten himself into?

"No...I...I don't..."

He muttered, gripping the hem of his shirt and holding it down so it couldn't be lifted, he didn't want to play this game.

The boy was shy. Darragh's lips curled into an involuntary little grin. "Cute."

The man stood, though, and patted Chris' shoulder as he moved to take the seat next to him that Jermain had abandoned.

"We don't have to do it if it makes you uncomfortable. S'pose I'll just be doing ordinary shots." Yeah, he was a little disappointed, but Darragh was never one to try and force someone to do something through peer pressure.

"That or you can take the shot from me." Darragh grinned down at the boy. "If you're so inclined to take one shot. I'm not shy."

He had tried so hard to hide his sexuality and it was all falling apart, if he took part in tonight he didn't know if he would be able to keep hiding it from his parents.

As Darragh sat down he felt a pang of guilt, he was dampening this man's fun when he had been nothing but nice about everything.

He looked around the room, everyone seemed to be having so much fun flirting and drinking and here he was being miserable.

"Just one?"

He asked, looking up at the older man through his fringe.

"Unless you enjoy yourself," was Darragh's reply as he gave a wide grin.

He ruffled the boy's hair as he stood again.

"Who's taking the shot?" he asked, planting his hands on his hips and tilting his head a little. He wouldn't mind either way.

Licking a cute boy or having a cute boy lick him? It was a win-win situation.

He chewed his lip a little as Darragh ruffled his hair, getting to his feet as well.

He looked up at the man, he didn't know what was more confronting, taking his shirt off and have a shot taken off of him or the other way around.

Hesitantly he pulled off his shirt, though he still held it against his chest nervously.

"You can..."

He muttered, one shot, that was all, he could do that.

Darragh's grin widened. "Awesome."

Immediately he stuck his arm up. "We're taking the table," he declared, pushing through the crowd towards the wooden table out on the patio.

That was about the time Tilly returned with a tray of cut up limes.

She set the tray on the table and leant against it as she began chatting with Darragh idly. Everyone else was finding their own space to set up.

Tilly gave a loud gasp at something Darragh said and stuck her arm up in the same way Darragh had. "Darragh's not getting a shot taken off him. Who wants a shot off Darragh?"

Almost everyone stuck their hand up for that.

"Okay then, everyone do your pairs and then we'll all have shots off Darragh." She clapped her hands together excitedly before dancing off to Jermain.

Chris looked around as everyone put their hands up, he was the only person he kept his hand firmly down.

It seemed like the man was really popular amongst the group, it didn't surprise him, he wasn't exactly hard on the eyes, plus he was talented and kind.

The boy gave a soft sigh and grudgingly moved toward the table and perching himself on it awkwardly.

No one was watching them when Chris sat at the table.

"You don't have to do this," Darragh reminded the boy. "Honest, I won't be offended. I don't want to make you feel awkward or anything."

He didn't want to make the boy any more awkward than he already felt.

Just as Darragh was about to step towards the boy, Tilly appeared again. "I need to talk to my brother. Go set up Jermain for me?" she asked, sending Darragh off.

"Chris, this is your chance. Don't blow it, please." She looked up at her brother and reached out for his hand. "Fucking be happy for once. You're always a miserable asshole, but letting lose and having fun might do you some good. Who cares what people think of you?" She stared at him firmly. "Do what you want to do, not what you think people expect of you."

After her almost uncharacteristic firm advice, the woman gave a cheery smile. "Now I've got a big black cock waiting for me, so ta~"

Chris was about to reply to Darragh and back out of it before his sister arrived.

He was surprised as she took his hand and talked to him so firmly, normally she was such a bitchy air head.

Though as she stared at him he couldn't help but smile, out of everyone in their family it really was her that cared about what was best for him.

He couldn't help the soft chuckle as she smiled and pranced off, she was right for once, why shouldn't he have fun?

His demeanor sitting up on the table changed after that, he swung his legs a little, his lips curling into a soft smile as some of his nerves melted away.

Darragh returned to Chris, looking a little confused as he ran a hand through his long hair, ruffling his fringe.

"You're sister's a strange one." How could you describe Tilly but strange? Especially with the way she was running around like she was.

"So, you wanna get this show on the road?" he asked, quirking his brow as his lips curled into a grin again.

Chris gave a laugh as he nodded.

"You don't know the half of it."

Calling Tilly strange was putting it lightly, she was mad as a hatter.

"Sounds good."

He replied with a small nod, he wasn't going to over think this, just going to chill out and have a bit of fun.

"I don't think I wanna know the half of it. Now, lay your pretty self back and we'll get you set up."

They were lucky they had claimed the table. It would be easy to set up on the table. And they had everything that they needed at their fingertips; with the tequila, salt and limes all set out on the end of the table for them.

Darragh scraped his hair back over his shoulders and pulled a band off his wrist to tie it back loosely with. He always had hairbands on his wrist. Life was way more simple if he had them around.

Chris lay down, pulling his shirt away from his and instead propping it under his head as he lay there comfortably.

So far this wasn't much of a big deal, every seemed preoccupied in their sections of the patio.

He looked up at Darragh through his glasses, watching the man as he tied back his long hair.

"Now, how are we gonna set up?" Darragh mused.

His fingers stroked over the boy's stomach and up to his chest, grazing over one nipple for a moment.

Darragh leaned down, dragging his tongue slowly from the centre of the boy's chest to his navel. "I think that's perfect," he decided as he reached for the salt, to sprinkle it over the wet path he'd just left behind.

When the salt strip was done, he held out a lime for Chris to bite into. "Hold it there."

Then he poured tequila into the boy's belly button.

"Ready?" he asked as he passed the bottle off to one of the guys .

Chris had to bite in inside of his lip to stop himself from moaning as he watching Darragh lick a trail from his chest to his navel.

A soft shiver ran through him though and he knew well enough that he was hard, he just hoped that it was hidden under his jeans and underwear.

He bit into the lime, at the very least that would keep him quiet.

He gave a nod to indicate that he was ready, keeping as still as possible so he didn't spill the tequila.

Darragh was perfectly slow and paced as he leaned down to lick up the salt then suck up the tequila.

His hand rested on Chris' thigh, dangerously close to his crotch (which Darragh had noticed), as he leaned up to bite into the lime and suck.

The young man pulled back slightly and licked his lips slowly.

His hand began rubbing the boy's thigh slowly.

"Your turn next?"

Watching Darragh and feeling the man's touches to his body made him shiver, the hand on his thigh wasn't helping either as he tried to stay calm.

By the time Darragh pulled away Chris was panting softly, a blush on his cheek as he nodded.

After that he felt like he needed a drink and the thought of sucking it off of the man was definitely appealing.

"Awesome."

He pulled the lime out of Chris' mouth and tossed it aside. Tilly could clean it up in the morning.

"Looks like I won't have to share with everyone else."

Darragh pulled his shirt over his head, revealing the winged coffin and roses tattooed on his chest, and losing his beanie in the process. He tossed the lump of material on a chair and stretched.

"My body is all yours."

Chris traced each of Darragh's tattoos with his gaze, he had never liked tattoos but seeing one on someone this close, he was see all the beautiful details put into it.

Seeing on on Darragh's body he immediately understood the appeal.

The man was tall and lean though his chest and stomach were well toned, he looked like he belonged in a magazine.

"Lay down."

He muttered with a little smile as he slid off of the table so the man could lay out as he stood.

Darragh moved obediently to lay back on the table.

He stretched out again, arching his back and striking a cheesy pose. "Draw me like one of your French girls," he chuckled. He didn't even know if someone as young as Chris would even understand that reference.

After a little chuckle, he settled back down for Christ to set his body up.

The first thing the boy would notice was that Darragh's belts, and the buttons of his jeans, were undone. He'd gone to the bathroom earlier and just hadn't been bothered to button and belt up again, so had left it all open. Which gave the boy a much better view of his navel than he would have otherwise seen. Darragh's skin was tanned, all the way down. He wore no underwear and that was obvious. His pubic hair was trimmed short and neat. And he was currently sporting something very similar to Chris, which you could see rather clearly. His jeans weren't hiding much.

Chris was well read and he watched a lot of old movies, he got the reference and laughed as he shook his head at the man, for someone so naturally cool he seemed like a bit of a dork.

As he looked down he was sure he face grew a few shades darker, he could see everything, his jeans weren't hiding anything being open like that.

He gave a nervous cough before getting the salt, he could feel himself freezing up as he thought of where to put it all.

Taking a deep breath he poured some tequila into the man's navel, the same as Darragh had done, also pressing the wedge of lime to the man's lips.

He licked his lips slowly as he thought of where to put the salt. As if on instinct, or desire he slowly drew a circle around Darragh's navel with his tongue and once it was down he went down a little further, not all the way to his pelvis, just down his stomach.

Once he was salted he lapped it up again before sucking up the tequila, cringing a little at the taste before going for the lime.

Darragh was definitely a dork. He wouldn't ever be able to deny it. Especially with a mother and father like he had. There was no way he could not be a dork with everything they exposed him to.

Darragh held still as the tequila was poured and the wedge was presented to him. His tongue flicked over the boy's fingertips before he caught the wedge between his teeth.

Body shots were designed for people to flirt mercilessly and dammit Darragh was going to do the same. The boy was hot and flirting with him wouldn't be a bad thing.

His eyes slid shut as he felt the tongue trace around his navel then travel further.

He held back a shiver of anticipation, though was a little disappointed when the boy stopped to pull away. Shame. He would have been more than happy to have the boy's tongue just a little lower.

Darragh chuckled around the lime piece as the boy cringed. New to tequila. His arms raised so he could run his fingers through Chris' hair when he leaned up for the lime.

As he bit into the lime he understood why people had tequila this way, it took the end off.

To be able to reach Darragh's mouth Chris had practically crawled onto the table and leaned over him.

He sucked on the piece of citrus for a moment, staring down at Darragh as the man played with his hair.

He gave a soft shiver of his own at the contact now that the both of them were shirtless and hard.