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Title: A High School Prom
Movie: Drillbit Taylor
Pairing: Ronnie Lampanelli/Terry Filkins
Rated: M

Summary: Ronnie has always wanted to tell Terry how he feels. He discovers that actions speak louder than words, especially when alcohol is involved.

The party had been a huge success. It wasn't every day that you graduated from high school, after all, and more than that, it wasn't every day that you decided to confess your feelings to your best friend. But Ronnie had determined that tonight was the night. He had consumed mass quantities of alcohol under the adage of Dutch courage, never thinking about the fact that both he and Filkins would end up drunk and therefore, words wouldn't have much of an impact.

The party guests had all gone, leaving the Filkins manor a disaster. However, the two remaining teenagers had no interest in cleaning at the moment.

Ronnie laughed as he and Filkins stumbled up the stairs to Filkins' bedroom. He fought off a wave of dizziness and dragged his hand along the wall for balance, clutching on to Filkins with his other hand. Filkins' answering laugh caused a bolt of arousal to course through Ronnie's overheated body.

Finally reaching Filkins' bedroom, Ronnie pulled Filkins through the door and led him over to the king-size bed, where they both toppled in a mess of limbs. Filkins managed to disentangle himself from Ronnie and lay down, pulling Ronnie to lay beside him.

"You better not leave me or I'll kick your ass," Filkins demanded while petting Ronnie's arm. "My dad will yell at me if you don't stay."

"Your dad went back to Japan, Filkins," Ronnie slurred while nuzzling into Filkins' neck. "Eberybody..." That wasn't right. He shook his head to make the letters fall into the correct order on his tongue. "Evryboby..." Ronnie sighed heavily in frustration. "No one's here but us," he finally managed.

Ronnie paused as that realization swam through his impaired thinking.

"Filkins, hey Filkins," Ronnie whispered into his companion's ear while pulling on Filkins' arm. "There's somethin' I hafta tell Filkins... uh, tell you, but I don't want you to hit me, okay?"

Filkins slowly dragged his head to look at Ronnie, his eyes having trouble focusing. "Hmm? You say somethin', dude? Don't leave, okay?"

"I love you, Terry," Ronnie confessed solemnly, hoping that Filkins wouldn't laugh or be disgusted or even worse, bring out his Samurai sword.

"I love you, too, Ronnie," Filkins promised, but Ronnie knew that Filkins wasn't understanding and shook his head.

"No, I love you more than friends. Okay?" He punctuated his question with a kiss to Filkins' neck and more nuzzling.

Filkins was nodding his head yes and petting Ronnie's cheek, causing him to blush. "Love you, too."

Ronnie decided that words weren't getting his point across, prompting him to lean in and kiss Filkins' soft, warm lips.

Filkins moaned into the kiss and opened under the gentle insistence of Ronnie's tongue. For seemingly endless minutes, they kissed, the slow slide of tongues causing pulses to race in lust and excitement, hands groping and digging under clothes to reach bare, hot skin.

Ronnie broke away from the kiss, sliding his hands under Filkins' t-shirt. Pushing the soft material up and off, Ronnie dragged his tongue up Filkins' chest, pausing to kiss and nip, reaching Filkins' neck and sucking a bruise into the pale skin.

"Shit. Ronnie," Filkins moaned, running his hand through Ronnie's hair. Ronnie leaned back to meet Filkins' lust-blown pupils with his own. They grinned stupidly at each other before Filkins practically ripped Ronnie's shirt in his haste to remove it. He immediately licked a hot stripe across Ronnie's collarbones. "Taste so good," he murmured.

Ronnie choked in a breath at the feel of Filkins' tongue. "Want you so bad." He pushed Filkins back and fumbled to unbutton his jeans. Filkins' hands slid over Ronnie's back and around to stroke his abs, watching the muscles contract. He seemed fascinated with the canvas of warm, toned skin in front of him.

"Want you, too," he eventually responded as Ronnie finally got the button undone and dragged down the zipper.

Ronnie tugged on Filkins' jeans, succeeding in dragging them and his boxers down, freeing Filkins' cock to the cool air. Filkins' kicked them off the rest of the way as Ronnie stared, seemingly mesmerized, before bringing his mouth down over the tip, licking under the sensitive ridge and tonguing the bead of pre-come from the slit.

Filkins clutched at the sheets, planting his feet on the mattress and bending his knees to give Ronnie more room. His moans spurred Ronnie on until he had taken as much as he could. He tried to swallow Filkins down to the base, but couldn't, so he settled for using his hand.

Filkins tried to focus on the hot-as-hell sight of Ronnie's mouth swallowing him down. He brought his left hand up to slide his fingers through Ronnie's hair. He wanted to touch Ronnie everywhere. He dragged his thumb against Ronnie's flushed cheek before settling his hand against his neck. Filkins' pulse leaped against the pads of Filkins' fingers, competing with the feel of his throat muscles working.

Ronnie stroked Filkins' hipbone, getting lost in Filkins' unique scent and the delicious sounds coming from his throat.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion. Filkins collapsed back on the bed and let his eyes drift shut as the pleasure swept through his body, skittering down his spine and increasing the pressure in his cock.

"Ronnie...Ron," Filkins tried to warn Ronnie that he was about to come, but couldn't form the words through the haze of intoxication.

Ronnie continued, wanting everything that Filkins would give him. He sucked harder, startling as Filkins' release hit the back of his throat. He pulled back enough so that he wouldn't choke and greedily swallowed the hot ribbons of come.

He licked Filkins' spent length until Filkins gave a whimper at the overstimulation, pulling Ronnie up into a messy kiss.

As they continued to kiss leisurely, stroking hips, backs and anywhere their wandering fingers traveled, Ronnie felt the increasing need for release. His cock throbbed against his stomach, begging to be touched or, better yet, buried deep inside Filkins.

"Terry, I need you now," he murmured in between kisses.

"Yes. Fuck, yes, Ron." Filkins reached over to his bedside table, fumbling to find something. In his haste, he pulled the drawer all the way out, sending it crashing to the floor.

Ronnie turned Filkins' head back to face him. "Nevermind," he assured, eyes flashing fire as a small bottle of lube appeared on the bed.

"Turn over," he gently demanded and Filkins hurried to comply. Filkins bent his left knee, holding his leg tight to his side and opening himself for Ronnie.

Ronnie took a moment to admire the delicious offering in front of him, running his hand over Filkins' ass. He lowered himself until he was settled between Filkins' legs and mouthed at the ring of muscle. Filkins shuddered as Ronnie began licking at his entrance, trying not to writhe against the intense pleasure. His cock was already hard again, and the friction as he rubbed against the soft sheets was almost too much.

"Now, Ron. Fuck me now," Filkins practically begged.

Ronnie pulled back and grabbed the bottle of lube. With a snick, he opened it and coated his fingers, rubbing them together to warm the slick liquid. Slowly, he pushed two fingers into Filkins, causing a loud moan from deep in Filkins' throat and an answering throb from his own cock.

"More," Filkins demanded and Ronnie was helpless to resist. He added a third finger, twisting and rubbing, trying to find the spot that would drive Filkins crazy. All of a sudden, Filkins let out a choking sound and bucked his hips. Ronnie grinned in euphoric success. He pressed repeatedly against the gland, dropping a kiss against the small of Filkins' back.

Filkins mumbled an unintelligible string of words, prompting Ronnie to pull out his fingers. Filkins turned his head to stare at Ronnie, their eyes meeting briefly. Breaking the moment of intensity, Ronnie lined himself up and pushed slowly, not wanting to hurt Filkins. He felt the ring of tight muscle give and continued pushing, spurred on by Filkins pants and small gasps of 'yes'.

Finally, he was seated completely inside and the heat and pressure were almost overwhelming, causing him to begin a slow grind. Pulling almost all the way out, he pushed back in almost roughly, causing Filkins to grunt. He gripped Filkins' hip and worked to focus through the remaining fog of inebriation, easing into a gentler rhythm.

As he rocked into Filkins, he bent down to lay hot, messy kisses across Filkins' shoulders and back. Filkins twisted his head so he could watch Ronnie, the blue of his irises almost swallowed by the pupil, leaving a pale ring. As their eyes met and held, feelings and promises were communicated in the space of a few seconds. Ronnie reached his left hand up to intertwine their fingers.

Filkins' eyes fluttered shut once again as Ronnie shifted, the head of his cock dragging against Filkins' prostate on every upstroke.

No words were spoken, the only sounds filling the room that of breathing and flesh meeting over and over.

Ronnie's pace became sloppy as his balls drew up tight. He let go of Filkins' hand, reaching around to pump Filkins' erection, wanting them to come together.

Filkins gave a hoarse shout as he coated Ronnie's fist, his insides squeezing Ronnie's cock, causing him to come deep inside Filkins. Panting heavily, they stayed locked together until Filkins grunted out his discomfort. Ronnie pulled out slowly and fell to the side. Filkins weakly leaned over and pressed his lips to Ronnie's. They smiled at each other and promptly faded into sleep.

Ronnie moaned and turned to hide his face from the sun shining through the window. His head was throbbing and he was momentarily confused. What happened last night? He slowly opened his eyes and jumped in surprise to see Filkins lying completely naked next to him, grinning like he had a secret.

"What the fuck happened?" Ronnie asked, rubbing his eyes.

"Well, from what I remember, we came up here to crash after the party." Ronnie nodded that he recalled that much. "Then you told me you love me and proceeded to fuck my brains out."

Filkins laughed out loud as Ronnie blanched, his face hot with embarrassment. "Wh-what?" Ronnie managed, feeling like his stomach had dropped to his feet. He looked down to see that yes, he was in fact, completely naked. Turning to see a gentle smile on Filkins' face, he cautiously reached over to run his fingers over the bruise he faintly remembered sucking into Filkins' neck.

"Oh, God," he moaned, completely mortified. Before Ronnie could hide his face, Filkins leaned over and gently kissed him, grasping the back of Ronnie's neck to prevent him from running away from this.

They finally separated and Filkins gave Ronnie a smile that caused his heart to clench and butterflies to take flight in his stomach. He reached forward and laced his fingers with Filkins', giving him a shy smile in return. "I remember more now. I was determined to tell you how I felt last night."

"I'd say mission accomplished," Filkins replied with a chuckle. "And just in case it isn't obvious? I love you, too, dumbass."

They grinned at each other and leaned into another kiss. Filkins ran his fingers through Ronnie's hair and brought their foreheads together. "How about we grab a shower and get some breakfast? Then maybe after that, we can have a repeat of last night?"

Ronnie chuckled and nodded, reaching to grab his boxers from the floor.

"And this time, I'm on top!"

The End

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