Sunday of Mardi Gras
We sat in the bleachers and watched couples have sex.
We walked around outside hand in hand and got propositioned.
We dropped more pills at 3am as the party pumped. We snorted speed bumps too. We were rocket ships half an hour later. Daniel’s eyes rolled back into his head, my teeth chattered. We danced in our bubble of allure, seemingly only having eyes for my brother, and Daniel for his.
We chewed on our teeth, until our jaws ached, I’d forgotten about that.
We drank water nonstop and pissed regularly. Daniel wandered off, accidently, into the back room in the downstairs toilet, I only managed to grab him when a momentary flash of light shone on his red shorts.
“What the fuck were they all doing?”
“Oh Daniel, what do you think?”
I led him away and to the brief line up for the urinal.”
Daniel was still looking back like his head was on a spring. “Seriously?”
“Seriously,” I said. “Remember, no judgment.”
“No judgment, just fascination.”
We dropped more pills just before 5am when it was starting to get into the morning wind down, my favourite time at the party.
Some guys tried to come onto Daniel, but mostly, I think they thought we were boyfriends and they just flirted gently. One guy pulled Daniel’s shorts out from his flat abdomen, I pretended to be the jealous boyfriend. It made me laugh
We did the slow grind to the final bell, always my favourite few hours. The dance floors had cleared somewhat by that time, and it was the true enthusiasts, or those who could afford more drugs, and everyone just falls into a dance rhythm and it is gay tribal until the last songs stops.
We were walking out of the show grounds. “You guys want to come home with me?”
“We’re brothers,” I said.
“Even better,” the guy said.
“He’s straight.”
“OMG, I think I just came in my pants,” the guy then said.
7am. We got back to the hotel.
Nick picked up someone and disappeared. We walked back with Mike and Mick. We met up with Bruno and Murry on the way.
“We didn’t see you all night,” said Bruno.
“It’s amazing how you see some people the whole night,” I said. “And others you don’t see at all.”
“Did you have a good time?” Bruno asked Daniel.
“Yeah, sure,” Daniel slurred.
“OMG,” said Murray. “How much of a good time have you clearly had?”
“A great time,” Daniel said.
Daniel and I smoked pot on the balcony with Bruno and Murry and Mike and Mick. Bruno bought speed. Mick bought K.
Bruno and Murray headed to their room around 10am.
Mike went to recoveries with Mick.
Daniel and I sat for some time just staring into space, as our music played. After that we decided to crash.
We had showers. The water felt amazing. The towels the softest I’d ever experienced.
I'd forgotten how hot Daniel was, until he was dancing at the end of the bed in his jocks, as the sun started to shine through the hotel window. I’m sure it was just the drugs fuddling my brain. Yeah, he's really handsome, my brother.
It was 10am, end of the.... I’m not sure what 10am is the end of? We were both really out of it. Daniel was saying something about what a great time he’d had when he caught me looking at the bulge in his jocks.
"Little bro?" he said with raised eyebrows. He smiled and moved his hand down over the front of his trunks. He looked back at me with a cheeky grin. There was an acknowledgement in his exclamation. I felt embarrassed, I didn't really mean to look, but you know, you do.
He got into bed. He took me in his arms, spooning, me in front, him behind. He kissed my neck.
"Luv you buddy," he said.
I pushed my back up against his chest, it felt good. My heart was racing, I thought I'd never sleep like that. Silly really, for a grown man.
And that's how I ended the night, in the dusky aroma of my big brother’s arms. I rubbed his forearm.
"This feels nice," I whispered, kind of slurring, even I could hear it.
He grunted soft and low.
Then he was asleep on my shoulder, his warm breath in my ear, pretty soon after that. I rubbed my arse against his cock, on his squashy bulge, which felt good, momentarily. For a millisecond. Bad Joshua, as Amanda would say. I thought of him as I gazed out into the dimly lit room. I slipped my hand onto his hand which was around me.
I loved that feeling of being held. Safe.
His broad chest felt good against my back,
His hard abdomen skin, the prickliness of the flush of pubic hair on his stomach just managing to spread up his body, was against my lower back.
I wondered if I was weird thinking that.
I rubbed my fingertips absentmindedly on his forearm.
I pushed back into him, ever so gently, and he made a soft moan and tightened his grip, it felt good. I pushed back again gently, and he hugged me tighter and kissed the back of my neck in his sleep.
I reckon he thought I was Claire.
I contemplated doing it some more, but, then I got nervous and just lay still. We’re not kids any more, we're all grown up now. I chastised myself for being such a.... what exactly? I don’t know, what? A lover of cuddles?
I pulled his arm tight around me and he groaned a sleepy groan. I thought what a lucky girl Claire is, I wondered if she was missing him?
I was thinking to myself that I could tell him how much I liked being held in the morning which he’d think was okay. An admission of sorts would make my somewhat questionable actions okay. I could, you know, he’d just smile. He’s really laid back, like me.
Then I must have fallen asleep.
7pm
We woke late. There was messages from Nick, did we want to head out. I replied no.
We ordered room service. We had warm chicken salad delivered.
Nick came to double check if we were going to recoveries. He jumped into the double bed between Daniel and I.
“Are you sure you won’t come out?”
“No,” said Daniel.
“No.”
“I’ve got pills.” Nick held up a small plastic bag full of pills.
“Jesus, why have you got so many left?”
“Minimum drugs, maximum fun,” said Nick.
“No,” said Daniel.
“No,” I said.
“All I am hearing here is nos.”
“Yeah, no,” I said.
“I couldn’t,” said Daniel.
Nick called Mike and Mick and went to recoveries. “Okay, the party is somewhere else, bye bitches.”
Daniel and I sat up in bed and watched TV, maybe not so “Mardi Gras” but it was nice.
We’d run out onto the balcony and smoke pot in between shows.
We fell asleep in our trackies and t-shirts.
We walked around outside hand in hand and got propositioned.
We dropped more pills at 3am as the party pumped. We snorted speed bumps too. We were rocket ships half an hour later. Daniel’s eyes rolled back into his head, my teeth chattered. We danced in our bubble of allure, seemingly only having eyes for my brother, and Daniel for his.
We chewed on our teeth, until our jaws ached, I’d forgotten about that.
We drank water nonstop and pissed regularly. Daniel wandered off, accidently, into the back room in the downstairs toilet, I only managed to grab him when a momentary flash of light shone on his red shorts.
“What the fuck were they all doing?”
“Oh Daniel, what do you think?”
I led him away and to the brief line up for the urinal.”
Daniel was still looking back like his head was on a spring. “Seriously?”
“Seriously,” I said. “Remember, no judgment.”
“No judgment, just fascination.”
We dropped more pills just before 5am when it was starting to get into the morning wind down, my favourite time at the party.
Some guys tried to come onto Daniel, but mostly, I think they thought we were boyfriends and they just flirted gently. One guy pulled Daniel’s shorts out from his flat abdomen, I pretended to be the jealous boyfriend. It made me laugh
We did the slow grind to the final bell, always my favourite few hours. The dance floors had cleared somewhat by that time, and it was the true enthusiasts, or those who could afford more drugs, and everyone just falls into a dance rhythm and it is gay tribal until the last songs stops.
We were walking out of the show grounds. “You guys want to come home with me?”
“We’re brothers,” I said.
“Even better,” the guy said.
“He’s straight.”
“OMG, I think I just came in my pants,” the guy then said.
7am. We got back to the hotel.
Nick picked up someone and disappeared. We walked back with Mike and Mick. We met up with Bruno and Murry on the way.
“We didn’t see you all night,” said Bruno.
“It’s amazing how you see some people the whole night,” I said. “And others you don’t see at all.”
“Did you have a good time?” Bruno asked Daniel.
“Yeah, sure,” Daniel slurred.
“OMG,” said Murray. “How much of a good time have you clearly had?”
“A great time,” Daniel said.
Daniel and I smoked pot on the balcony with Bruno and Murry and Mike and Mick. Bruno bought speed. Mick bought K.
Bruno and Murray headed to their room around 10am.
Mike went to recoveries with Mick.
Daniel and I sat for some time just staring into space, as our music played. After that we decided to crash.
We had showers. The water felt amazing. The towels the softest I’d ever experienced.
I'd forgotten how hot Daniel was, until he was dancing at the end of the bed in his jocks, as the sun started to shine through the hotel window. I’m sure it was just the drugs fuddling my brain. Yeah, he's really handsome, my brother.
It was 10am, end of the.... I’m not sure what 10am is the end of? We were both really out of it. Daniel was saying something about what a great time he’d had when he caught me looking at the bulge in his jocks.
"Little bro?" he said with raised eyebrows. He smiled and moved his hand down over the front of his trunks. He looked back at me with a cheeky grin. There was an acknowledgement in his exclamation. I felt embarrassed, I didn't really mean to look, but you know, you do.
He got into bed. He took me in his arms, spooning, me in front, him behind. He kissed my neck.
"Luv you buddy," he said.
I pushed my back up against his chest, it felt good. My heart was racing, I thought I'd never sleep like that. Silly really, for a grown man.
And that's how I ended the night, in the dusky aroma of my big brother’s arms. I rubbed his forearm.
"This feels nice," I whispered, kind of slurring, even I could hear it.
He grunted soft and low.
Then he was asleep on my shoulder, his warm breath in my ear, pretty soon after that. I rubbed my arse against his cock, on his squashy bulge, which felt good, momentarily. For a millisecond. Bad Joshua, as Amanda would say. I thought of him as I gazed out into the dimly lit room. I slipped my hand onto his hand which was around me.
I loved that feeling of being held. Safe.
His broad chest felt good against my back,
His hard abdomen skin, the prickliness of the flush of pubic hair on his stomach just managing to spread up his body, was against my lower back.
I wondered if I was weird thinking that.
I rubbed my fingertips absentmindedly on his forearm.
I pushed back into him, ever so gently, and he made a soft moan and tightened his grip, it felt good. I pushed back again gently, and he hugged me tighter and kissed the back of my neck in his sleep.
I reckon he thought I was Claire.
I contemplated doing it some more, but, then I got nervous and just lay still. We’re not kids any more, we're all grown up now. I chastised myself for being such a.... what exactly? I don’t know, what? A lover of cuddles?
I pulled his arm tight around me and he groaned a sleepy groan. I thought what a lucky girl Claire is, I wondered if she was missing him?
I was thinking to myself that I could tell him how much I liked being held in the morning which he’d think was okay. An admission of sorts would make my somewhat questionable actions okay. I could, you know, he’d just smile. He’s really laid back, like me.
Then I must have fallen asleep.
7pm
We woke late. There was messages from Nick, did we want to head out. I replied no.
We ordered room service. We had warm chicken salad delivered.
Nick came to double check if we were going to recoveries. He jumped into the double bed between Daniel and I.
“Are you sure you won’t come out?”
“No,” said Daniel.
“No.”
“I’ve got pills.” Nick held up a small plastic bag full of pills.
“Jesus, why have you got so many left?”
“Minimum drugs, maximum fun,” said Nick.
“No,” said Daniel.
“No,” I said.
“All I am hearing here is nos.”
“Yeah, no,” I said.
“I couldn’t,” said Daniel.
Nick called Mike and Mick and went to recoveries. “Okay, the party is somewhere else, bye bitches.”
Daniel and I sat up in bed and watched TV, maybe not so “Mardi Gras” but it was nice.
We’d run out onto the balcony and smoke pot in between shows.
We fell asleep in our trackies and t-shirts.
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