MIDNIGHT MAYHEM {open to all}

[carson cain walker]

<sup>Carson looked up to the stage as Kholden mentioned that it was a good to have Peter do the music. It was a momentary truce in effect only for the night. He didn’t want Peter thinking that this meant he would soften up forever. But, as much as Carson sometimes hated to admit, Peter was an amazing musician. The thought hadn’t crossed his mind in years after their father had destroyed his guitar. Peter had rightly named his guitar Eleanor and Carson remembered that. It was a moment as brothers Carson chose to remember forever. He could remember sitting with Peter in their room, marveling over the guitars that they had to buy with money they raised from doing odd jobs around the neighborhood when their father wasn’t home, and discussing with Peter the fact that every great guitarist should name their first guitar. Because The Beatles were their main inspirations; Peter chose Eleanor from Eleanor Rigby and Carson chose Penny Lane. Unfortunately, Penny Lane met an early demise and as Carson could see… Eleanor went on to better things considering she was sitting up on stage in Peter’s arms. It always occurred to him that things could have gone the other way, and sometimes Carson wondered if music was the reason Peter turned out to be the nicer twin. But that was a thought to build on another day.

Nodding in response, Carson went to trying to ignore the fact that his roommate had decided to crash the party. Really, it was open invitation, anyone could come, but Carson just wished Bible Ben would stay in the church where he belonged. “It’s not his scene.” Carson said dryly. “I’m surprised he didn’t cross himself as soon as he came in.” Ben just… it wouldn’t be so freaking bad if Ben weren’t constantly on his case about things. That was what killed him the most. Carson didn’t think that Ben had the right to call him out on anything. Carson just figured that if God was real, then he would answer to God when the time came. Until then, Carson didn’t want to think about religious nonsense. He didn’t believe that any part of him was willing to become a better person for anyone that wasn’t his best friend. Kholden was the only one that managed to bring out the best in him and that was only because he didn’t try to change him. Carson licked his lips, trying to get the thoughts out of his head. He needed to keep a clear mind for the most part. There would be no use in screwing up the party yet. Hah- yet… as if it would actually happen.

The next few actions of his were very surprising to him. Carson could have just asked Kholden to distract him without the touching, but the thing was that Carson, when drunk, did have a tendency to get a little touchy-feely. He had thought it was over when he turned away. Carson figured that Kholden might say something or do something that would distract him, but he did not in any form expect to feel Kholden’s hand rest on his hip with a squeeze… or was it a pinch? Carson didn’t care. When he felt Kholden’s breath against his ear Carson wanted to lose it really bad. He wanted to get out of there and take Kholden with him, but that wasn’t appropriate. Carson bit his lower lip, pretending that the reason he was standing so close to Kholden was because it was too damn crowded. Turning to face Kholden, Carson raised an eyebrow. “If you keep doing that kind of stuff we’d have to leave the party early.” He replied in a lowered tone of voice. It wasn’t right. Carson had spent so long convincing himself that he was straighter than an arrow, only to have Kholden curve his course. It did appear that even Carson had some weaknesses. The bad thing was that Kholden knew all of them… or close to all of them. Again, Carson didn’t really care.

Carson looked up only to see the scene at the bar. Bitchface, Blondie, Bible Ben, and new chick didn’t exist to Carson. All he could see was Ashton lip locked with his brother. His dark eyes narrowed into a hateful glare, one that Carson was well practiced at. Carson wanted to kill Ashton. The bet had to be over. Ashton lost. That was it. The bet wasn’t just talking, as Carson had specified, but Peter was not supposed to exist to Ashton. His fist tightened at his side as he finished off the rest of the beer. “Looks like I just won me a bet.” Carson looked at his watch: 11:55. Only five more minutes and Ashton would have been in the clear. He shook his head, releasing a dark chuckle. He pulled his phone out and snapped a picture, which luckily included a clock with the time, and shoved his phone back in his pocket. “Tonight is going to be a fucking good night.” Carson reached out, tugging on Kholden’s sleeve. “Look, most of the action is at the bar.”</sup>

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[kholden phinneaus jackson]

<sup>kholden couldnt help but chuckle and carsons comment about ben crossing himself before he came in. "yeah.. well.. i mean... its not his scene, but maybe... he studied ben for a bit. He doesnt look like hes preaching to people about being here or drinking or any of that. Maybe hes... maybe we should wait and see what he does, you know. Maybe hes just out to enjoy the party. I dont think the kids got any friends... unless he does I dont know hes your roomate he looked at car. 'maybe hes seen the error of his way..he said in his best kind of priesty voice.

kholden smirked. "ah.. well..' he said his eyes dropping from carsons eyes to his lips and then back up to his eyes. His fingers were kneading into the spot they were resting on. "We cant have that. The partys practically just started... and you're the host..' he slid his hand down over Carsons rear, he orginally planned on smacking it but decided that giving it a quick little pinch was a little more subtle so thats what he did. Kholden laughed lightly as he stepped back, head tilted just slightly before bringing his beer up to take a drink.

He saw Carsons attention on something and he turned, following carsons gaze to find Ashton and Pete kissing. Wow! well.. now he wasnt expecting that. Licking his lips a bit he let out a small breath. .. fucking hot..' he muttered aloud without realizing it. Kholden didnt mind seeing other people make out, but it was definitly a lot better when the ones making out actually looked good together when they did it, and those two seemed to actually look good making out with each other. Totally intensified the hotness of it for him.

Kholden blinked and looked over at Carson Bet?" he asked then stopped looking back over. ah... .. oh.. he remembered that ashton wasnt suppose to even talk or acknowledge pete. AT first hed been pissed thinking ashton had done it on purpose when hed been on one night with them. Maybe it was the night hed invited pete over for a shower. He couldnt remember. But then he found out it was a bet, made sense. he kept his mouth shut thought, he always was good at that.

Kholden snorted a bit and nodded. Yeah guess so.. he said. You know... I could have you enjoy yourself without you needing them to make your night good.' he smirked and took another drink before turning his gaze to the bar. "so it seems... at what are you thinking?" he asked looking back at carson.</sup>

[peter bergan walker]

<sup>Ashton still hadn't reacted when as he spoke and that worried Peter a little bit. Maybe that was it... maybe Ashton just didn't want anything to do with him anymore. That thought was a little sad to Peter. He liked being around Ashton. It wasn't just the making out. That was a plus, sure, but Peter thought Ashton was great beyond that. Sometimes Peter hated how easily he got attached to people. Any normal person would be able to make out with someone and let it go, but Peter wasn't like that. But it seemed like Ashton was like that... about to make out with someone then pretend they don't exist. Peter kind of felt played, but he didn't make a big deal about it. He didn't yell and scream and carry on about Ashton not paying him any attention. That wasn't Peter. He wasn't angry at Ashton... which was another Peter-like trait. It was hard for Peter to really get mad at anyone.

As Peter turned away from Ashton he thought that was it. Peter figured that was the last time he would be seeing or speaking to Ashton again. But he was surprised to find that someone had grabbed his arm. Peter was about to say something in protest, but before he knew it Ashton's lips were on his. Well, it wasn't speaking, but it was something. At first Peter was a little tense, not knowing fully how to react or what to do, but after a second or two Peter was relaxing, turning his body so that it was easier to kiss Ashton. It wasn't hard really with Ashton's hand gripping his shirt. Peter brought one hand up, placing it on Ashton's neck as the other clawed onto Ashton's hip. What was he doing? Making out in public? That wasn't very Peter-like. Then again... Ashton made him do a lot of things that just weren't very Peter-like at all.

Public affection was something that Peter wasn't used to. Blaine would never do anything with him in public so this was kind of different to Peter. But the more Peter was lost in the kiss, the less he realized anyone else was there with them. It was relieving knowing that Ashton realized he existed. Peter wasn't quite sure why he wanted it do bad, but he did. The bad thing about Peter actually thinking about things was the fact that he thought about them too much and ended up stopping things he really wanted to do. Peter pulled away from the kiss, letting his hands drop to his side. His lips firmed as he tilted his head. "I REALLY don't get you." He said finally. Peter desperately wanted to pull Ashton back into a kiss and just forget about all the stuff bothering him. That would be the ideal thing to do. Peter just didn't know what he would do.

It was kind of scary... not being in control of the things he said and did. But Peter finally came to a conclusion. He didn't like being ignored by Ashton and if kissing were the only way Peter could keep that attention... then so be it. Peter finally gave in to that deeper urge and stepped back up close to Ashton, his hands moving to Ashton's hips as his leaned up and pressed his lips to Ashton's. Part of him felt weird, knowing people would be watching, but another part of him told him that nothing was wrong with what he was doing. All he was doing was...well... maybe there was a little something wrong with it, but Peter didn't care about that at the moment.</sup>

[ashton cole johnson]

<sup>Ashton wasnt sure what to expect, he kind of thought pete would push him away, maybe smack... or punch him. Though he was definitely not going to disagree with what Pete actually did; returning the kiss. He could feel his hands on him at his neck on his hips. He loved the last place the best, whether it was his own hips or petes. He just really liked the feel of touching there and being touched. He liked following the hip lines down as well. Ashtons hand stopped gripping his shirt and instead loosened till it was laying flat open on his chest.

Ashton didnt care about PDA. Its not like they were oogling and cannoodling all lovey dovey and creepy like. IT was them just... kissing and really it was a pretty hot kiss if he did say so himself. so it was more like eye candy if you asked him. If someone else was doing this and was worth looking at hell hed be watching. Besides it was such a big crowd he doubted anyone was paying attention, a lot were drinking and were probably too drunk to care.

One minute they were kissing the next Petes pulling back from him. He frowned and then smirked again. What arent you getting?" he asked Maybe i can spell it out a little better mm? He didnt notice carson looking at them, or taking a picture. Whatever, he didnt care. Let carson say something if he did. This was Ashton not caring and not letting Carson artfully make him do things to his whim.

He almost thought that Pete would actually answer him, really he thought he was the type, but pete surprised him by stepping back into his space, his hands on his waist and kissing him again. yeah okay, this works. Hed rather be doing this then talking anyway. Talking didnt get you anywhere, just in trouble or well Ashton just believed he was better off not talking and did he ever mention how good of a kisser Pete was.

Ashton moved his hands to his waist as well his other coming up to cup the back of his head, his fingers threading through the hair there. He tilted his hed for a better angle his tongue coming out not asking for entrance instead pushing past his lips his fingers at his waist rubbing his fingers where they settled.</sup>

((NOT DONE ))