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Hockey and Kisses | Parster

CHARACTERS: Kent Parson and Adam Birkholtz LOCATION: Haus Attic DATE: Jan. 22, 2016 (During Epikegster, directly after “K-I-S-S-I-N-G”) NOTES: Holster takes Kent up to the attic where they make out and gossip about the Dallas Stars.

KENT Well. Something was clearly going on with Holster and Ransom. And possibly March? Whatever it was, it was obviously causing some tension in and Kent thought it might be good to get Holster somewhere quiet. He eyed the crowd with a grimace. "Uh, yeah. I think I'd rather go upstairs. I'm not really in the mood to sign any more autographs, man."

HOLSTER Holster considered the crowded party for a moment, glancing between Kent and the door. "Okay, we need to make a play. It's late enough in the party that I don't think anyone will notice if we're quick." He said, holding out his hand for Kent to take. He knew he was overthinking this, but he had to focus on anything besides Ransom and March ducking away to fuck. "Let's just make a break for it."

KENT Kent laughed. "This seems like a bad idea, dude, but I'm gonna trust you." He turned his hat around and pulled the bill down over his eyes, then took Holster's hand. "Let's do this shit."

HOLSTER Holster hummed thoughtfully, glad for a specific problem he could solve. He poked his head out from behind the kitchen door, making sure Kent was still hidden. "Hey!" He boomed, voice carrying over the music. "Kent Parson's taking shirtless selfies in the front yard!" When the crowd turned to look out the front windows Holster pulled Kent though the kitchen and up the stairs, knowing the partygoers wouldn't be able to see them once they were halfway up.

KENT "Shit!" Kent yelled, laughing as he followed Holster up the stairs. Once they were out of the crowd's line of sight he pushed Holster against the wall and leaned his forehead against his chest, trying to subdue his laughter. "Oh my god, man, that was fucking amazing. Jesus." He squeezed the other man's hand. "So did you say we're going up to the attic?"

HOLSTER Kent's laughter was infectious. Holster settled his free hand on the shorter man's waist as they laughed together, the noise of the party below them. It felt good to laugh, to balance out the see saw of emotions he'd been on for the last half hour. "Yeah, if you want. Just so you know I don't, like, expect sex or anything. We can just hang out or make out or chill out or whatever you want. Any of the outs are up for grabs."

KENT Kent felt his cheeks heat up. "Ah. Thanks, man. I'm totally up for the various outs." He placed his hand on Holster's chest, glanced around to make sure nobody was watching and then leaned up to kiss him quickly. "Now take me to this attic, Birkholtz."

HOLSTER The kiss was short, only a peck, really, but each little bit of contact was slowly making Holster feel more at ease. "Bossy," he observed. "Not that surprising, actually." He tugged on Kent's hand to lead him up the rest of the steps up to his room. "So, uh," he swept out an arm, gesturing widely. "Attic sweet attic."

KENT Kent looked around the attic bedroom and nodded appreciatively. "Looks nice. More spacious than just a regular bedroom. And--" he cut himself off with a laugh "--oh my god, bunk beds. You sleep in a bunk bed?" He walked over and plopped himself down on the bottom mattress, bouncing a little, and stretched out on top of the bedding. "Shit, dude, how to you sleep in this thing? I can barely fit and you're like a giant compared to me."

HOLSTER Holster grinned, glad that Kent was just as enthused about the sleeping arrangements as he and Rans - as he had been. He crawled over Kent, hovering over him for a moment before flopping onto his side, squeezed against the wall and the hockey player. "I don't fit super well, to be honest, but I've kind of gotten used to being too big." He placed a hand on Kent's chest, propping his head up with the other.

KENT Kent snorted. "I feel like there's a dirty joke in there somewhere." He bit his lip, considering, and then nudged Holster's leg with his foot. "Everything okay, man? You can tell me it's none of my business if you want, but...things seemed a little tense back there."

HOLSTER "There's always a dirty joke if you believe in yourself." Holster replied, feeling a bit lighter. The sensation lasted only a few moments, however. He sighed, face falling. "Yeah, I'm sorry about that." He said softly. "I - things are - weird. It's weird. Ransom and I...We've been hooking up for the past few weeks. I thought we were going to, date or be together or" He cut himself off, unable to continue. "But he's apparently dating March. I don't know for how long."

KENT Kent turned over to face Holster and laid his hand on his side. His fingers brushed gently over the skin (holy shit he was totally bringing the 90s back with that crop top) and he hummed. "That sounds rough, man. Have you guys talked about it? I don't know about you or Ransom, but you know it's an option to date multiple people, right? I mean, I have a boyfriend and I'm also dating March. And making out with people and stuff. You just have to communicate, you know?"

HOLSTER Holster shrugged, trying to focus on anything but the distracting hand on his side. "I know what polyamory is, I just don't know if that's me." It might be possible, sure, but he doubted March and Ransom were interested in him or in that kind of arrangement. "I literally just found out they were dating downstairs. Ransom hadn't said anything about it. I didn't know you and March were dating, either." He huffed out a laugh, the sound tinged with sadness. "I'm out of the loop, bro. That's pretty indicative, I think."

KENT "Oh shit. That's kind of a crappy way to find out that your best bro who you've been hooking up with has a girlfriend." Kent slipped his fingers up Holster's side, tracing the skin underneath his shirt. "And March isn't my girlfriend at this point, but yeah we've been seeing each other. I can't speak for Ransom, obviously, but that makes me think that he'd probably be open to dating both of you." His hand slid around to Holster's back and he bit his lip again, admiring the well-toned muscles under his fingers. "I think you need to talk to him, man. Find out what's on the table."

HOLSTER Kent's hands on his sides made Holster shiver, even though the attic was pleasantly warm. "Yeah, it sucked." He said honestly, shifting just a bit closer. "I dunno, man. He might be open to dating someone else but that doesn't mean he'll want me." He cast his eyes down, wetting his lips. "I don't want to talk to him. Or her. Not for a while, anyway."

KENT Kent laid his hand on Holster's cheek. "Well you don't have to talk to them. You can talk to me. And we don't have to talk about them, either. We can talk about..." He brushed his thumb across the other man's bottom lip. "Anything you want, man."

HOLSTER Holster grinned, relived that Kent was letting him off the hook. "How about," he ducked down so his head was resting on the pillow beside Kent's. "We make out for a bit, and then talk?" He knew he was being direct, probably too direct, but Kent seemed to be the kind of person who appreciated that. "I kind of just want to kiss you and then gossip about the Dallas Stars."

KENT Kent smiled and leaned his head forward, brushing his nose against Holster's. "My dude, I would fucking love that." He pressed their lips together, humming happily, and ran his fingers through the other man's soft hair. It was nice. Kissing was just so nice. Kent could kiss somebody for hours with absolutely zero complaints. He pulled back when he had a concerning thought. "You're not thinking about going with the Stars, are you? I know Seguin has a pretty face but that is not a good reason to sign with a franchise, man."

HOLSTER Although Holster could still hear the sounds of the kegster below them, the attic felt worlds away from the rest of the people in the Haus. Holster tipped his head forward, meeting Kent halfway. He'd just placed his hand on Kent's hip when the other man pulled back, and Holster couldn't help but chuckle. "Nah, no way. Even if the Stars were interested I wouldn't drag my ass to Texas for Seguin, of all people. Jordie Benn, maybe, but not Seguin."

KENT "Dude, you're trying to tell me you would pick Jordie Benn over Tyler Fucking Seguin?" Kent shook his head. "That is absolutely tragic." He leaned back into the kiss and ran his tongue along Holster's bottom lip. He rested his free hand on Holster's chest and scooted in a little closer.

HOLSTER Holster nodded, unfazed by Kent's dismissal. "Seguin is hot, yes, but I'd like to be in a Benn brother sandwich ASAP." He barely got the words out before Kent kissed him again, but Holster couldn't bring himself to care. He slid his hand up Kent's side, feeling the hard muscle through his shirt as he deepened the kiss.

KENT "Mmm, I'd like to see that sandwich," Kent murmured against Holster's lips. He shivered under the other man's touch, reveling in Holster's warm, large hand. "Fuck, you are so big, though," he said, clutching his shirt against his chest.

HOLSTER "Even though you just dragged Jordie Benn?" Holster asked, slipping his hand around to Kent's back. "Now that's a cue for a dirty joke." He teased, using the hand on Kent's back to pull him closer. "Hate to break it to you, bro, but maybe you're just small."

KENT "I only dragged him because you implied that he is more attractive than Seguin, and I honestly don't know if there's anyone in the league who's more attractive than Seguin. But I wouldn't pass up feasting my eyes on a Benn-Birkholtz-Benn sandwich." Kent leaned into the pressure of Homster's hand on his back and rolled his eyes. "Pfft. That was too easy. No creativity at all. You can do better than that, man." He sucked in a breath as Holster pulled him closer and dug his fingers a little deeper into his hair, huffing at the man's words. "Excuse me. I am not small. I am perfectly average in every way and if you're lucky some day I'll prove it to you."

HOLSTER Holster laughed, rolling his eyes. "Bro, you're the hottest player in the league, hands down." He shifted, moving so he was hovering over Kent again. He dropped kisses to his neck, lightly moving down the column of his throat. "I'm a little distracted, if you haven't noticed. Do you want me to be funny or someone you want to make out with?" He bit down lightly on Kent's shoulder, trying to gauge how he liked it. "'I'm perfectly average,' says the Stanley Cup winner and NHL All Star. What kind of modest bullshit is that?" Holster asked, lifting his head to level an unimpressed look at Kent.

KENT Kent flushed at the compliment. "Thanks, dude," he said, and then he winked. "I'll have some competition in that department next season though, bro." He licked his lips and let his hands fall to Holster's waist, shivering a little at the sensation of being surrounded by the large d-man. (He liked his hockey players big, apparently.) "Oh," he gasped, the scrape of teeth sending warm ripples throughout his body. He groaned quietly, just enough to be heard, and said, "Someone to make out with. Definitely. Please."

HOLSTER Holster rolled his eyes but blushed nevertheless. "You can't use my own line against me, bro. That's so unfair." He smiled against Kent's skin, pleased by his reaction. He dropped a kiss to the place he'd just bit before moving back up to press their lips together. Part of him couldn't believe how ridiculous his life had become. "I can do that." He mumbled between kisses.

KENT Kent let himself relax into the kisses, making quiet little noises whenever Holster did something particularly nice. He slid his hands up the other man's back and dragged his nails gently against his skin. God, he was good at this. Kent hoped that this would be something they could continue in the future (probably after Holster and Ransom worked their shit out).

HOLSTER Each little sound Kent made made something warm unfurl in the pit of Holster's stomach. He shivered under the athlete's hands, pleased by how willing he was to explore. It was nice, Holster realized, to make out with no expectation of going further. It was relaxing and fun, and Holster enjoyed watching the flush on Kent's cheeks spread. "You know," He said, pulling back for just a moment. "If I play for the Aces, this can be a regular thing. Winning games and shit would be regular, too, but this would definitely be on the table."

KENT "Dude," Kent said, grinning. "That would be amazing." He pulled Holster's lip between his teeth and sucked for a moment before pausing again. "You know. That actually won't be possible if you sign with the Aces. I'm...I've got a buddy on the Bruins who says they'll definitely free up cap space for me. And I can't officially talk to them this early, but. It's basically a done deal as far as I'm concerned."

HOLSTER Holster sat up, shifting so he was sitting on Kent's hips with his knees on either side. "The Bruins?" He asked, beaming down at him. "They're seriously considering me, bro. Could we actually be like, teammates?" The weight of the evening is slowly lifting off his shoulders as he considers the future. Living in Boston could be amazing, and he loved the Bruins and their style of play. "How do you feel about leave Vegas?"

KENT Kent wasn't sure what exactly did it, but somehow his mention of playing for the Bruins completely changed Holster's demeanor. He laid his hand on Holster's thigh and smiled back. "Dude. That would be so fuckin' awesome." He squeezed Holster's leg. "Let me know if you need help with anything, okay? I've been around the block a few times and I basically know everyone in the pro hockey world." He licked his lips and considered the answer to Holster's question. "I'm gonna miss my boys. I have a few really good friends that I hate to leave, but...I know I'll be happier out here. I'll have my mom and Al--uh, my boyfriend nearby and I just miss the vibe, you know? It's home."

HOLSTER Having something to focus on besides the clusterfuck downstairs gave Holster the second wind he needed. Possibly playing on his favorite team with Kent Parson? That was a future he could live with, even if he and Ransom didn't get together. He just had to focus on the positives. "Yeah, 'course. I just want to be there for training camp so I have more time to prove myself." He explained. His hands settled on Kent's chest as he spoke and he leaned down to kiss him, unable to help himself. "It sounds like you've thought a lot about this. I'm sure you Mom and your boyfriend will be excited to have you close again."

KENT Kent smiled up at Holster and laid his hands on his waist, tracing the skin with his thumbs. "You'll be great, man. I know it." He licked his lips and nodded. "Yeah, I think they'll be happy. I'm gonna go talk to Al--to my boyfriend tomorrow about it. He knows that I want to come out here but we haven't really discussed it yet so." He shrugged, his eyes on the bunk above them. "We'll see."

HOLSTER Holster bent down, planting his hands on ether side of Kent's head. "Bro, next season is going to be so tight. I'm already excited for it." He pressed their lips together again, letting himself believe in the future they're constructing. "Cool, let me know when or if I can meet him. He sounds like a cool guy, since he's dating you and all."

KENT Kent squeezed his waist and winked. "It's gonna be awesome. I'll introduce you to all the coolest guys in the league, too. We kind of have an unofficial network of queer players that I can bring you in on, too, if you want." He sighed and bit his lip. "He's in the league, too, actually. I think you guys will get along--I'll see if he's up for meeting people soon." He tilted his head to the side, his cheek resting on one of Holster's hands. "This is great, man. I'm glad we got to hang tonight. It'll be cool knowing someone on the team who hasn't been a rival for the last eight years."

HOLSTER "Hell yeah I want to hang out with the queer NHL." He shifted again, returning to place soft kisses along the column of Kent's throat. "Oh, cool. I'd love to meet him whenever he's ready." Holster said between kisses, only looking up when he felt pressure on one of his hands. "Bro, we're gonna have the best fucking time. If it happens. Your shit is more likely than mine, but I'll do everything I can to meet you in Boston."

KENT "We're a pretty cool group." Kent winked. "You're gonna make it," he said, tugging gently on Holster's hair to pull him back in for another kiss. After a moment he pushed at the other man's shoulder and rolled them onto their sides, his ass nearly hanging off the side of the bed. He scooted closer and pressed a kiss to Holster's neck. "You okay if I crash here, man?

HOLSTER Holster grinned, unable to hide how happy Kent's confidence made him. It was one thing to consider playing in the NHL and another to have one of the best players in the league say that he had an actual shot. He slipped his arm around Kent's waist, pulling him close so they were both on the bed. "Yeah, of course. I'll take you to Jerry's tomorrow for brunch if you want?" He offered, settling back onto the pillows. He tugged the comforter over them before twisting just a bit into a more comfortable position. "Night, bro. Thanks for sticking around."

KENT "Yeah, man, brunch sounds great." Kent snuggled in under the blanket and tucked his head against Holster's chest. He yawned. "Good night. Thanks for letting me stay, dude."

HOLSTER Already half asleep, Holster patted the top of Kent's head. "Night," he mumbled, before slipping into a dreamless sleep.

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K-I-S-S-I-N-G | Parched Holsom

CHARACTERS: Kent Parson, March Anderson, Justin Oluransi, and Adam Birkholtz LOCATION: Haus Kitchen DATE: Jan. 22, 2016 (Epikegster) NOTES: Lots of kissing and some angst! (Written off-site.)

KENT Kent managed to finally escape the line of fans and slipped into the kitchen for a water refill. He smiled when he saw March talking to Ransom and slid his arm around her waist, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "Hey there, cutie."

MARCH Feeling an arm around her waist, March turned and came face to face with none other than Kent Parson. Her face widened into a smile as she wrapped her arms around his neck in an embrace. "Hey! I was wondering when I'd get to see you." Pulling away, she smiled over at Ransom. "Kent, Ransom. Ransom, Kent."

RANSOM One minute Ransom was just hanging out with his girl in the kitchen eating a quesadilla, and the next Stanley Cup Champion Kent Parson was there. The ridiculous amount of alcohol on his breath made him feel a little trashy, but he tried to sit up straighter and give Kent a Cool Nod. "Hey dude," he smiled, holding up an unopened beer, "can I top you off?"

HOLSTER Planning and maintaining the perfect party atmosphere took work, damn it, and Holster had been doing everything he could to make sure everyone was having a great time. He'd just slammed back a few shots with various guests when he wandered into the kitchen, greeting everyone with a shout. "Bros, is this Kegster fucking lit or is it fucking lit?" He wrapped an arm around Kent's shoulders, leaning against him.

KENT "Thanks, man, but I'm gonna stick to water for now. I drank that weird-colored shit earlier and I don't think I can handle much more." Especially not if he was going to make out with the frankly gorgeous man in front of him. He definitely wanted to be mostly sober for that. Kent laughed when Holster burst in and patted his shoulder. "Absolutely fucking LIT, man!"

MARCH March couldn’t help herself and giggled into her fist, watching Ransom freak out over Kent was probably one of the best things to happen that night. "Tub juice," March said with a nod. "It'll fuck you up, be careful." She added before Holster came in. "Did you get bombarded by any fans?"

RANSOM Ransom took a pensive bite of his quesadilla, abruptly trying not to choke on it when Holster burst into the room. He wanted to say something or tackle Holster or find some way to act normal, but he couldn’t. He just stayed where he was perched on the island, sneaker thumping into the cabinet behind him. "Haha, yeah, that shit hits you hard. Bitty made a ton of food so feel free to eat whatever. Helps with the burn a little."

HOLSTER Holster beamed, pleased that they'd delivered a quality Kegster experience to Kent. He turned his attention to the hockey player, trying not to focus too much on how closely March and Ransom were standing. They were friends, was all, or that was the mantra he repeated to himself even as he reached around Kent to grab himself a bottle of water. "Yeah, food is key. Tub juice's primary function is to fuck you up."

KENT "I've signed sixteen Solo cups, eight random pieces of paper, two hats, and one arm." Kent rolled his eyes. "The dude wanted to get my signature tattooed." He grabbed a skewer filled with tater tots and popped a couple into his mouth. "I also took twenty-seven selfies," he said, doing his best to avoid spewing food while he talked. He swallowed quickly and nodded at the tub juice observations, laughing. "Yeah, I really don't want to get fucked up tonight."

MARCH "I've already had too much. That being, two cups of Tub Juice." March giggled as she leaned on Ransom for support. "I'm so glad you came, and that you're like having a great time. Even if all those people asked you for stuff." After March peeled a piece of Ransom's quesadilla and popped it into her mouth, she remembered. "Remember that time Kent wanted to make out with Ransom." She mentioned casually.

RANSOM If Ransom had been taking a sip of his LaCroix (which he maybe put a little gin in? Details were getting fuzzy), he would have choked on it. He pinched March's butt in what he hoped was a somewhat subtle move, outwardly flashing her and then Kent his best Someday I'm Going to Be a Rich Doctor Smile. "That was like, three thousand years ago, Starfish. Don't hold him to it. Especially if he's had Tub Juice and the alcoholic cupcakes."

HOLSTER Holster knew he was generally a loud person, but his laughter echoed around the kitchen and drew the attention of a few other partygoers. "If by three thousand years you mean two weeks, then yeah, sure." He loosened his grip on Kent, placing his hand on the counter beside Ransom's hip to crowd close to him. "C'mon, bro, I know you know what to do. Practice makes perfect."

KENT Kent's eyes go wide and he shot a glare at March, whispering a furious, "Fuck you oh my god." He laughed nervously and took a sip of his water. The thing was, he definitely did want to make out with Ransom. The guy was fuckin' ripped and his face was so pretty and he really wanted to find out what his lips felt like. But also he wanted to kick March in the shin for not being cool. And then Holster got all up in Ransom's space and...okay, that wasn't the worst sight in the world.

RANSOM So that was two times Ransom would have choked in the last five minutes. Were they all trying to kill him? He could feel Holster's breath on his neck and it was kind of turning him on, but he refused to look. He knew he'd just want to kiss him, and that was not the arrangement. Instead, Ransom took a very generous sip (chugged, he fucking chugged it) of his mostly-gin-a-little-Lacroix, and said, "Anyways, if one of you doesn't kiss me in the next couple minutes I'm literally going to riot."

MARCH March snorted and pushed herself up onto the counter. All of these guys were taller than her and whatever happened next she didn't want to have to strain her neck that much. "I'm a very sharing girlfriend," She smiled as she leaned back on her hands. "He's a great kisser by the way." March said, her words directed at Kent, though her eyes fell on Holster instead.

HOLSTER The words hit him like a physical blow; a brutal cross check that any fair referee would call a penalty. This wasn’t a game, though, but Holster responds like he always did. He squared his shoulders and pushed back, a bright, believable smile plastered on his face so he didn’t have the chance to express anything other than joy. His teeth were grinding together painfully and a painful knot had tangled itself in his throat, but he wouldn’t break. He never did and never would. "Of course he is." Holster said, slipping his hand around the back of Ransom's neck. "Rans is great at everything." He turned towards Kent, snagging the front of his shirt in one big hand. "Get over here, bro. I can't kiss him for you." Once he deemed Kent and Ransom close enough he took a step back, thrusting his hands in his pockets to hide the trembling.

KENT Kent's eyes went wide at the sudden manhandling. What? This was...this was weird, right? The whole point was to make out with Ransom. He licked his lips and huffed out a little breath. "Um," he said. What was he supposed to do? He turned to March, eyes wide, pleading silently for help.

MARCH With her teeth bitten down on her tongue, her eyes flickered to Holster before an uneasy feeling hit her. Not sure how to approach the situation, she pushed it to the farthest corner of her mind. Her shoulders raised up to her ears before falling, her head tilted to the side. "First kisses are always a little awk."

RANSOM He was…not mad, exactly, but frustrated with both of them, for making this awkward and being weird and territorial and dragging poor Kent Parson into all of it. None of that night was going to plan (in fact, none of Ransom's romantic life in general was going to plan) but the one thing he knew for certain was that the only person who hadn't tried to stir up drama that night was Kent Parson. So he shoved his quesadilla and his disgusting drink away, pulled Parse flush up against him, and kissed him like they were in a dirty Pimms fanfic.

HOLSTER Ah, fuck. As Holster looked between the three faces staring back at him he could see that he'd made a mistake. He'd wanted to smooth things over, to distract from the stupid, idiotic dejected faces he might make if he lost control, but what he'd hoped would move things along seemed to have stagnated them awfully. He was about to apologize and get the hell out of Dodge when Ransom suddenly surged forward to kiss Kent. It looked incredible, if Holster was being honest with himself, but it didn’t feel like he'd thought it would. Instead, he was too acutely aware of the dull thudding in his chest, suddenly too bare in his thin shirt. He shouldn't be here, he realized. They didn’t need him and he needed to get used to not needing them, either.

KENT Kent didn't think it was possible for his eyes to go wider, but Ransom proved him wrong. And then his wide eyes fell shut and he sank into the other man because damn those lips were softer than he had expected. He hummed and settled his hands on Ransoms biceps, appreciating the way they flexed under his fingers. This was definitely a good idea.

MARCH The thoughts that had been rolling around her mind for the ten minutes halted once Kent and Ransom kissed. She watched as their lips moved against each other’s and her cheeks started to flare. Part of her wanted to look away, but the way they kissed, she couldn't deny herself the satisfaction.

RANSOM Ransom thought, with a mixture of smugness and anxiety, that he had officially made out with every single person currently in that room, and enjoyed it thoroughly. Despite the fact there were about a thousand thoughts concerning the abrupt way March had divulged their relationship and the look on Holster's face after she'd done it, kissing Kent Parson made it all go away. So he enjoyed that for a few minutes, his arms slung loosely around Kent's neck and his lips already feeling a little bruised.

But he couldn't let himself exist in that floaty space forever. With great difficulty he pulled back and fixed Kent with a soft smile, bracing his hands against the counter behind him. "That was good, right? They didn't talk me up for no reason?"

HOLSTER It took all of Holster's self-control to remain in the kitchen. Every inch of him wanted to run and hide away in the attic (nothing bad happens in the attic) but some dark part of him knew he needed to see this if only to build up a tolerance. He and Ransom weren't together and never would be, not with someone like March in the picture. He forced his hand out of his pocket to grab the water bottle he'd set on the counter, taking a long swig of the cool liquid to give himself something to do as Ransom broke the kiss. Idly, he wondered when the best time to leave would be—now that they were talking again, it might seem more natural?

KENT "Definitely good," Kent said, winking. "Ten out of ten. Would kiss again." He glanced over at March, her pretty lips calling to him, and he couldn't resist—he laid his hand on her cheek and pulled her into a deep kiss. He hummed happily and pulled back. "Yep. Also very kissable. Definitely would repeat." He turned to Holster. "Sorry, bro, but I have to have as much data as possible, so—" he tugged him forward by the front of his shirt (turnabout was fair play and all that) and stood on his toes to reach the taller man's lips.

MARCH Her cheeks still burned red, only to have them get warmer when Kent placed his hand on her cheek. Sitting up slightly from the slouched position she was in, her eyes fluttered closed as Kent pulled her in for a kiss. Bringing a hand up to his neck, she grazed the skin with her thumb before March let out a content sigh. She giggled as they pulled away and watched the Kent and Holster kiss, her eyes bigger than she was sure they'd ever been.

RANSOM Ransom watched Kent kiss March (and it was hot) and then Ransom watched Kent kiss Holster (and it was also hot), but the idea that he wouldn't get a turn when Kent wrapped it up was...unsettling. And frustrating. The idea that the last time he kissed Holster was probably the last time ever was an additional slightly anxiety-inducing thought. And then he had a quarter of a boner and he was pretty annoyed and he just wanted to get out of what was suddenly an extremely hot kitchen. "Hey," he muttered to March, placing his hand maybe a little dangerously low on her back, "you wanna get out of here? Go back to your place?"

HOLSTER Holster was, in a word, overwhelmed. The skin-too-hot-too-tight feeling was back, and the lump in his throat resided slightly as Kent kissed him. He hadn't been prepared for this, and all the panic and fear he felt manifested into a deep, desperate kiss. He cupped Kent's jaw, pulling him close. He could hear Ransom speak and it only made him kiss Kent harder.

KENT Kent wrapped his arms around Holster's broad shoulders and groaned at being kissed so thoroughly. He hadn't really meant to kiss so many people in such a short timeframe but he had absolutely zero regrets. As his fingers found their way into Holster's hair he felt a little shiver run through his body. He pulled back to briefly to catch his breath and grinned at the taller man. "Yeah, you definitely present a challenge to these two." He glanced back at March and Ransom, who looked cozier than they had a few minutes ago, and wiggled his eyebrows. "You two can go have some fun. I'll keep this one—" he gestured toward Holster "—occupied." His eyes went a little soft and he smiled at March. "See you later, babe?"

MARCH She watched as Kent continued to kiss Holster, her head tilted to the side to catch a better look. Then suddenly Ransom moved closer to her side, the hand on her back, her head turned toward him, as she attempted to concentrate on what he had just said. March blinked before Kent spoke, her head turned toward him and Holster once again. "Yeah," She nodded, her voice came out soft and scratchy. March hopped off the counter, walked over to Kent and wrapped her arms around his torso in a tight hug. "Don't get into too much trouble, yeah?" She tried to make the mood lighter before she raised herself on her toes and gave Kent a soft kiss on the cheek. Then she turned to Ransom and reached for his arm, waiting for his lead.

RANSOM Ransom's stomach dropped and it felt a little like some sort of wild animal was burrowing its way into his chest. Kent Parson was a cool dude and a great kisser but at that particular moment, all Ransom wanted to do was break something. Maybe over his head. But he refused to let it show on his face, plastering on a halfhearted smirk and clinging to March's hand for dear life.

As March and Kent kissed, Ransom locked eyes with Holster, trying his best not to look like a jealous asshole. "Have fun, bro," he said quietly, offering the hand not wrapped around March's for a fist bump. "Attic's all yours tonight."

HOLSTER His big thumb brushed over Kent's cheek before pulling back, a casual smile plastered on his face. "Sure," he said easily, trying to keep his voice light. He felt...he didn’t know how he felt. It was frightening to be so undone in such a public setting. He took a step back from Kent, eyeing Ransom's fist warily, not reaching out to accept the bump for the first time in their friendship. "Have fun with your girlfriend." He said, tension apparent in his shoulders and jaw. Holster turned away, placing a large hand on Kent's shoulder. "Ready to brave that crowd again, bro? We can head upstairs anytime." He glanced at Ransom and March as they headed out the door, trying to focus on anything but them.

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