Skylar could feel the moment getting more heated and intense than he had planned. He couldn't stop himself. Earlier in the night, he told himself he wouldn't let things come to this, but here he was. Forgetting about everything else, he didn't try to stop kissing Alex. Instead, Skylar started running his hands all over Alex's body, teasing him. Sky smiled into the kiss, not daring to pull away. The alcohol was making him forget about everything he had told himself not to do. He didn't care, he craved this more than anything, and he could only feel himself getting more excited.

Alex knew that he should stop now before things got any more heated and carried away than they already were. After all, he wasn't ready to really do anything more than make out, and yet here he was, throwing caution to the wind. He wasn't thinking about the consequences of his actions, about what he might think or feel when the alcohol wore off. All he was thinking about was how amazing it was to kiss Skylar like this, to run his hands through his hair, and to feel Skylar's own hands roaming over his body. He wanted Skylar, that was a truth he'd known since the night they'd first kissed, and yet he hadn't had the courage to do more than kiss. The alcohol certainly seemed to be helping with that. The only thing that existed to him at that moment was Alex, the world had fallen away, and his fears and cautions with it. As the kiss continued he trailed the hand that he'd let rest on Skylar's neck toward the hem of Sky's shirt, fully intending to slip it beneath the fabric of his shirt.

Skylar was doing what he was doing, but nothing more in that moment. He was unsure if Alex wanted to do anything more than kiss, so he didn't push it. That was until Alex's hands threatened to slip beneath the fabric of his shirt. Smirking into the kiss, Skylar pushed Alex closer to him. He did it so that Alex could feel just how he was making him feel. Pulling away, he looked up into Alex's eyes before letting his hands roam his body again. Grabbing his waist, he began to move Alex, tipping his head back and closing his eyes. He let the smallest groan fall past his lips before looking back at Alex.

(this is so bad omg)

When his hand reached the hem of Skylar's shirt he hesitated just a moment before moving to slip his fingers beneath it and begin letting his hand traverse over Sky's abdomen and chest. The moment that he felt himself being pulled closer though, felt what the kiss was doing to Skylar, and ultimately to himself his hand came to an abrupt halt. Fuck... He thought and then when Skylar pulled away he looked at him, his blue eyes meeting vibrant green, like the sky gazing into the canopy of a thousand trees. God, he could so easily get lost in those brilliant and beautiful eyes. And he had, he realized because he hadn't seen or felt Skylar grab his waist, wasn't aware of it until he felt himself being moved. His breath caught, despite the fact that he'd been slightly panting only seconds before, and he found himself clenching his jaw in an attempt to keep himself from groaning along with Skylar.

((omg this is so bad. lmao. I keep wanting to and being terrified of breaking wp rules with this rp rn. lmao))

Skylar stopped moving Alex, letting his hands trail up the male's shirt, feeling his body. He didn't do it for long, taking his hands out and grabbing Alex's face again. He then pulled him in to kiss him again. If that was all Alex wanted to do, then that's all they were going to do. Sky just wanted to show what Alex was doing to him, it was Alex's turn to make the next move. He smiled against the kiss, wanting Alex to start moving on his own. He silently pleaded that he did, but it was fine if he didn't. Sky didn't want to push Alex whatsoever, he was sure the alcohol would have no problem doing it for him.

When Skylar's hands trailed up along his shirt, the weight of them on his body he hummed softly. The moment Skylar's lips were on his own he was falling into the kiss, melting into Skylar. His hand he let continue to move over his body and then with a faint smirk, and with the buzz of the alcohol pushing him to do more, to allow himself to act on desire and impulse instead of logic and reason. So, he began to move without the help of Skylar, and as he did so he didn't once break the kiss. Instead, he deepened it, this time letting a soft and quiet moan fall into it. He didn't pull away for several moments, not until he couldn't stand that damn shirt staying on Skylar a moment longer. So pulling back with an intake of breath, he stopped moving and instead returned his hands to the hem of Skylar's shirt. Grabbing it he let his eyes meet Skylars before he smirked and moved to pull Sky's shirt off.

Skylar let a small noise fall past his lips when he felt Alex begin to do what he wanted by himself. He smiled into the kiss even more. Then, when Alex pulled away, he chased his lips before pulling back himself. With the kiss stopping, Alex's movements also stopped. He shook his head slightly with a smile, and the next thing he knew, his shirt was being pulled up and over his head. For some odd reason, Sky made it easier for Alex to do. It was for sure the alcohol, because if Sky was fully sober, he would have never let that happen. Once his shirt was off, it was almost like something in his brain switched, like he sobered up immediately. He internally panicked and quickly brought his arms down and wrapped them around Alex's waist, hoping he had seen nothing.

The alcohol had taken full effect pushing Alex to commit to actions and do things he wouldn't have ever done before. Like kissing and moving as he had, or pulling Skylar's shirt off with such fervency that he hadn't asked if it was okay. And yet despite the fact that he was wasted, his eyes hadn't failed to spot the scars and cuts on Sky's forearms before he tried to hide them by wrapping them around his waist. Seeing them he'd frozen his eyes widening in shock and his brain feeling as though it were short-circuiting as he tried to come to terms with what he had just seen. Had it been real? Maybe he'd just imagined it, and yet he couldn't shake the image, or how swiftly Skylar had tried to hide his arms from him. His drunken state seemed to dissipate immediately, his logical and reasoning self returning as he let his eyes meet Skylars, searching them as if they had an answer for what he thought he had seen. He parted his lips to say something before he thought better of it and instead looked down to the arms wrapping around his waist.

Skylar didn't know what to do, and he didn't know if Alex had seen or not. The next few moments gave him his answer. Swallowing thickly, he wished he drank more. His heart sped up, and he didn't know how to feel. He simply shook his head when Alex's eyes met his. When he for sure Alex had seen, he wondered if there was any point in covering them, but he didn't want Alex to see. Pushing Alex off of him, he quickly grabbed his sweater and pulled it over his head. Alex is drunk, surely he won't remember this in the morning. Sky thought to himself, his gaze returning to Alex once his sweater was on. Now what? Could Sky just go back to kissing Alex, or was Alex going to freak out? Skylar didn't know, but he was internally freaking out himself.

Honestly, Alex wasn't sure what to do or how to react. There had been cuts there, on Skylar's forearms. The longer he thought about it the more he was sure, and yet he couldn't bring himself to ask, or to grab one of Skylar's arms from around him and look. He was scared, he realized, of what he would see. Of what that would mean if they were real. He was snapped from his thoughts, from his attempts to process what he'd seen when Skylar pushed him off and quickly grabbed his sweater. Moving to stand, far too hastily for someone as intoxicated as he was, and stumbled slightly before he reached a hand-out, grabbing hold of Skylar's hand. "What... happened?" He asked, a part of him the foolish ignorant part, wanted to believe that maybe it had been an accident. Or maybe something else had happened despite the reality of it staring him in the face.