altimit | POST-GAME IRL PARTY LOG

POST-GAME IRL PARTY LOG

Who: All the living players
What: Reunion party
When: Post-game
Where: ?
Warnings: none for now

[ It has been several months since the incident. Recovering from your body being in disuse for around two months must have been hefty, as well as your other commitments as well. Hopefully, everyone has recovered to an extent, because no matter where you are, the living players will receive the following in their mailbox: an invitation to a reunion party at a location near the beach between the ex-beta testers of Fragment, a bank card, and a 4-digit pin to said card from "Oriade". The invitation card will mention the following:

- A very convenient location nearby you with access to a small, private plane. For security purposes, you'll be told to list your in-game name, real name, and class before boarding.

- The bank card contains $10,000 as some sort of "compensation" for everything that happened because of the Fragment incident. He knows it can't replace everything (like lost lives), but he hopes this will help some people (because some people live paycheck to paycheck and he understands that). Access will be revoked in a month, so you better withdraw it all while you still can. Any unused funds will be returned. The bank will not question you withdrawing all the money from that account nor exchanging it all with foreign currency. (But-- no buts)

- The servers have been located and he knows how much you guys want to destroy these, so the server bash (literally) will happen some time during the party.

Being rich has its benefits, surely. When the plane lands with their luggage and all (if you brought any. please bring some), they'll be taken to a house that doesn't seem like much, but once they walk inside, it is actually very big! There are numerous rooms inside the house. The kitchen is stocked with everything you can think of with some dude(?) preparing all the food (he's the chef. don't worry about him). There is sure to be loads of different kinds of food that can cater to everyone's tastes. Yes, there is alcohol. Get some free rich ass liquor. No, you cannot smuggle any. That dude(?) will be keeping tabs. Sometimes there's a maid or two(? or is that the same one) running around and cleaning up after everyone. If you want something, go get it yourself. Self-service only.

There's a walkway in the backyard that's also wheelchair-accessible that leads to the beach! Enjoy that too.

But for the main attraction, the server burning. ]

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[ Well, no. But now that Owen brings up the possibility, yes. And so for those three seconds before his answer, Mehmet worries that Owen's like, seventeen, or something.

But he's thirty. Phew. The relief is obvious on his face, and he laughs a little bit. ]

Oh, congrats, then. You're only five years younger than me. [ Sexy. ] That's not bad.

[ And he leaves that there, grinning at Owen. Does he want another kiss? He better come get it. ]

[There's a valiant effort not to laugh at the relief on Mehmet's face, but ultimately Owen fails when Mehmet himself laughs.]

No, five years isn't that bad at all.

[Amon is even younger, but Owen doesn't think 27 is too young for the two of them. He's smarter than Owen and Mehmet combined, anyways, so there's nothing to worry about.

But then he's just grinning at them, and they're already so close, so Owen leans in for another kiss. This one is much softer, gentler, even though it's very tempting to just make out on the couch like horny teenagers who've been left unsupervised. Some things need to be saved for later.

Also, there's a part of Owen that craves sweetness. That sort of affection is still so foreign to him - a nice departure from the infrequent but rough affection he's used to. A novelty, if you want to look at it like that, so Owen is going to bask in these softer, fluffier feelings and touches while he can.

He doesn't leave much space between them when he pulls back from the kiss.]

Though I'm still going to call you an old man, of course.

[ Why save for later when there can be more kisses now? Mehmet still remembers seeing Owen's corpse, and he still faintly remembers the look on Owen's face in the moments before his own death. Having experienced both, knowing that this would not be happening if any of those things happened in real life, Mehmet finds it hard to come up with excuses to save any of this for later. Who cares if they even have a later? Past thirty, he doesn't care if he looks like a horny teenager anymore. He doesn't have shame anymore. Doesn't Owen know this already?

All to say, in short, once Owen pulls back from the kiss, Mehmet dives in again for one deeper, greedier and hungrier. He wants to taste his lips and the inside of his mouth, and as he drinks him in he kind of remembers why he took Owen home all those years ago.

It's only after he breaks the kiss, with great regret, that he bothers answering. ]

Sure, but only if I get to call you "old man" when you're my age.

[Okay, fine, he can be on board for more kisses right now. No more thinking, just kissing.

Though if Mehmet is going to kiss him like that, it's going to make him want more. Why stop at kissing? Who cares if they're in a room where anyone could wander by? So once the kiss breaks, Owen huffs and moves without caring about dislodging Mehmet's hands, because he's sure Mehmet will prefer it when Owen gets settled on his lap, straddling his legs.]

An acceptable tradeoff.

[Is he out of breath? Christ, he's really got to get back into better shape.]

I'll just have to come up with something better to call you when you hit 40.

[Grandpa? That might work. Maybe he'll actually be a grandpa by then, considering his psuedo-kids...]

[ Their kids are NOT going to be parents at age three!!!!!

But oh— Mehmet isn't really expecting this (maybe he should have). He gazes up at Owen with wide eyes for a brief moment, before they fall lidded. He exhales. ]

You've got five years to think on it. [ He says with a little chuckle, one of his hands drifting down to cup the curve of Owen's ass. ] You better impress me.

[ What's more impressive is how Owen looks from this angle... Whew. Mehmet doesn't reach for him this time, no—instead, he motions for him to lean over and come to him instead. More kisses. Now. ]

[unkie i meant levi and kara u dweeb]

Impressing you shouldn't be that difficult... You're an easy man to please.

[Owen's getting smug now... watch out!

He grins down at Mehmet, cupping his cheek with one hand as the other rests on the top of the couch, caging Mehmet in. His thumb strokes over his stubble, but after being beckoned he closes the distance for a kiss - a chaste peck.]

But maybe you'll prove me wrong.

[Before Mehmet can answer him, there's another kiss, and another, each deeper and hungrier than the last until Owen is satisfied and leans back, breathing noticeably heavier.]

[ o h

Look, Mehmet's not going to argue with that, because he is. He likes Owen. Owen is impressive. Therefore, the many things he does is impressive. Like the way he straddles him like this, or the way he kisses him, needier and needier every time, or the way each kiss leaves him more and more breathless. His other hand eventually finds its way to Owen's lower back to press him closer, if he can.

When they're done, Mehmet looks up at him with a lidded gaze, his own lips still parted and wanting. This man is beautiful—he thought this that night, all those years ago, and it's still true today. Their thirties be damned.

The temptation to keep kissing is real, but they should stop at some point. Amon's face plays in the back of Mehmet's mind and brings him to a halt. But it isn't enough to stop him from digging his fingers into Owen's skin, dragging him down as he flexes his hips upward. Feel that, bb? ]

[Are they really going to do this? Fuck on the couch in front of god and everyone? Without Amon?

Well. It's not like they're forbidden from having sex without him, right? But it does feel strange to not have him there, after all the talk of threesomes. (Okay, it was one talk six months ago, but it still feels important enough to give Owen reason to pause.)

They've already gotten this far, though...]

Fuck.

[Eloquently said.

Owen presses his forehead to Mehmet's shoulder to curb the impulse to kiss him again, grinding down against him even as he tries to be the reasonable one after getting them into this.]

We should, ah, we should wait...

[Or they could Not wait? They could do that, too!!]

[ Owen presses down onto him and Mehmet exhales low into his ear, breath hot. Fingers dig into the flesh of his rear and his other hand tangles with Owen's hair, keeping him firmly in the crook of his neck.

God. He knew he liked Owen, but it seems he likes him way more than he realized. Months away will do stuff like this to a guy, huh? ]

Yeah... We should wait...

[ His voice is quiet, too, though with the sultry tone of a man who's having a hard time convincing himself he needs to wait to rail the guy on top of him now. For one last, good measure, he flexes his hips upward again and sighs.

Except with an abrupt inhale, he pats at Owen's ass and shifts his shoulder, encouraging him up. ]

Later.

[ Later!! ]

[Mehmet agreeing should make it easier to pull himself off of his lap, but it really doesn't. Still, he can control himself enough even if he grumbles as he slips back off, collapsing back onto the couch. He's going to hold Mehmet to the promise of later, because after so long without any touches it's hard to keep waiting. He would have thought the months alone would have made it easier to wait just a few more hours, but here he is, face flushed and feeling desperate.

He gropes for one of the pillows on the couch, dropping it over Mehmet's lap.]

Couldn't really explain that away if someone walked in right now, could you?

[He's out of breath... He needs a moment to compose himself, rein himself back in before he kisses Mehmet again. He also wouldn't be able to explain his blush, but hopefully that will fade soon enough.]

[ This definitely isn't any easier for Mehmet. He almost has half a mind to pull Owen back onto his lap and just go for it, but he has self restraint. Not that he totally lets go of Owen, though, because he still grips at his shirt. ]

Oof.

[ He flinches when the pillow falls on him. Hello? He's sensitive??

He looks a little offended when he turns to look at Owen, but the flush is cute. What if he teases him long enough to keep it on his face? What if he doesn't want to wait for him to compose himself before he kisses him again? What if, huh? What's Owen gonna do about it?

Anyway, Mehmet does all of the above, scarcely contained grin on his lips as he gives Owen a little parting kiss. ]

Heh.

[Zero remorse or sympathy for any boner-related sensitivities... There's a lopsided grin on his face at Mehmet's offended look - and it's obvious he's not that mad if he's kissing Owen again.

Which, really? How is Owen supposed to wait if he's going to be like this?]

I'm getting some mixed messages, dear...

[He puts a hand on top of the one holding onto his shirt, raising an eyebrow at him. What's your next move, Mehmet? He's still got that flush on his face, so you've achieved that much...]

[ And it's really not hard to contain his joy. Mehmet beams, chuckles, all of the above as he pulls back again, eyes darting between Owen's own heterochromic ones. Who decided it was okay to make him this good looking?

Dear, though. He likes that. ]

I can still like you, even if we're putting it off. [ He debates kissing him again, but they'd just be caught in an eternal loop if he does. So with great regret, he pulls back, putting a little more than just a hair's breadth between them. ] I'd just hate for our third to feel left out.

[ I mean, even if Amon did happen to walk in on them, Mehmet would probably just ask him to join in. ]

[It would be incredibly fortuitous if Amon walked in on them right now... He probably won't get that lucky, though, so he settles for leaning back against the couch, a smug grin on his face.]

Ohhh? Ranger Reza likes me?

[His voice takes on a higher, more girlish register as he teases Mehmet.]

Amon's not going to believe this when he hears it.

[He'll have to settle for this kind of bullying, now.]

[ Mehmet mirrors Owen, leaning against the opposite end of the couch. ]

Oh, come on. Of course I do.

[ Nooo, he's taking it in the most embarrassing way... So Mehmet pouts, of course, and he'll deny up and down that there's any red on his face. He reaches out to lightly shove Owen's arm. ]

And I like him, too. You can tell him that next time you see him.

[ Didn't they agree to a threesome?! He's not leaving either out of the equation, at least for now. ]

[Awww, he's blushing! That makes the childish teasing even better, and the grin on Owen's face even wider.]

Oh, I will. I'll tell him all about him, and maybe in exchange he'll tell me something interesting I don't already know...

[Mehmet should probably be worried for his dignity.]

I haven't asked him for any intimate details, but it could be illuminating...

[ Mm, Mehmet's pretty weak to teasing. As Owen's grin widens, Mehmet's pout deepens, and he sinks deeper into the couch.

...He couldn't tell, for the life of him, why he always has to make things easy for whoever's teasing him, but he can never help mouthing back. ]

Okay, but you can just ask me, too.

[ Barring the fact that his memory's been shoddy... And let's face it, his dignity has never been in tact. ]

[He really shouldn't give Owen so much to work with, but here they are.]

Oh? Can I?

[He's so ready to bully this man.]

Well, I'm all ears. What did his face look like as you fucked him?

[A pause.]

Unless all of your trysts he was the one in charge. I don't need much help imagining that, though.

[ Oh, this is not helping his boner at all. Mehmet shifts on the couch, pressing the pillow harder onto his crotch. Please.

But then again, is it really his fault that Owen's hot when he's bullying him? No, so. ]

Exquisite.

[ He remembers what Amon's face looked like in the ski lodge firelight as Mehmet fucked his brains out...along with all the other anxiety and uncertainty that came with the realization they were stuck in the game, so he puts that thought aside. He's trying to flirt, here.

He leans his head against his own shoulder. ]

What, you don't think I can top?

[ Because he can, ]

[He notices the shifting, and it takes a lot to keep from laughing in Mehmet's face. He's the one who asked for this, so he can just suffer through it.

He can't hold back the snort at the thought of Mehmet topping, though.]

Oh, I'm sure you love having your dick inside someone as much as any man, but there's a difference between that and taking full, total control.

[He flicks the pillow over Mehmet's crotch with a finger.]

I think you're too soft to truly dominate someone.

[ Mehmet instinctively flinches when Owen flicks the pillow, even though he can't feel anything. Dude?! He swats his hand away, even if Owen's already gone by then.

Anyway, attempt failed, and now he's back to pouting. Is that all these people want out of him? This little pout?? ]

That's not true. I can be dominant when I want to be.

[ It certainly sounds like he believes himself... Is the question, then, that he never wants to be? ]

[Well, the little pout is adorable, so can he really blame Owen for wanting to see it?]

Mhmm. And is there ever a time you want to, dear?

[The evil hamster that ratatouilles Owen is spinning it's wheels, and he leans in close.]

Are you afraid of what would happen if you did?

[This is, probably, a button Owen shouldn't be pushing - not that he's sure he's on the right track, but Owen has never been one to handle things with any amount of grace. The intrusive thoughts will always win.]

[ Oh, that evil hamster... Mehmet is going to crush it in his hands one day (when he's strong enough to crush things in his hands again).

The playful flirting leaves a pleasant buzz in his head, his chest, and deep in his gut. He opens his mouth, about to assert his own dominant personality, only for Owen to flip it on its head and draw out memories that area little too real.

The pout leaves him for a genuine frown, and the horny feeling in his gut quickly changes to gut-lurching anxiety. Vague memories of a time long passed roll through his mind, and he sinks deeper into the couch and farther away from Owen.

these silver haired motherfuckers.................................... ]

Owen.

[ Stop. ]

[Owen, shockingly, does know when he's crossed a line - does this mean he's going to ease up? No! That would probably be the smart thing to do, and Owen is not a smart man.

Though it's also, in his eyes, an inevitable conversation. Even though he knows it's unlikely Mehmet remembers every little thing, it's hard to forget when someone breaks your nose. He doesn't have all of the pieces, but he's not blind. He knows there's something haunting Mehmet and something that makes him unpredictable - which is, unfortunately, something that intrigues Owen. He wants to know what it is, instead of only having vague ideas and guesses, but beyond that...

Owen doesn't care if there's something about Mehmet that could put him in danger. Any sort of dark secret he has isn't irrelevant, but it's not like Owen could ever be afraid of him.]

Mehmet.

[His voice is soft, but it's clear that he's not joking anymore.]

You know there's things about each other we'll have to reveal eventually if we want anything more than fucking around.

[Even if he can concede now isn't the time for it, but! He's helping. Nobody's horny anymore.]

I don't know if you're afraid of admitting it to yourself or to me, but we can just leave this here.

[For now.]

[ When Owen says his name like that, Mehmet's frown deepens. He feels open and exposed, and not in a really good way. He feels the buzz of the arousal fade as Owen's sincerity settles in his heart, and he doesn't really notice the way he grips at the pillow, still on his lap.

More than fucking around has him stiffen, slightly afraid. He thinks Owen is cute, and he very obviously likes him very much, but the tiny glimmer of a thought of a relationship, one he really hadn't given much thought before this, makes him feel...weird. He knows this is what drove him and Leo apart, ultimately, so...

He doesn't say anything, for the moment. He just stares at Owen, partially in a frown, partially like an animal in the face of a predator. ]

...Please. For now.

[ This is not something he wants to deal with at this happy reunion party. He's alive, for fuck's sake. They should be concentrating on that.

He reaches out to lightly brush his thumb over Owen's cheek. ]

I just want to celebrate with you right now.

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