Jacks of all trades (Noah)

[ETHAN HARRINGTON LEMMONS]

Ethan stood in the room of his apartment getting ready to go out partying tonight with his best friend Noah. That guy was always busy at nights so they rarely went out clubbing but when they did they were the life of the party. Standing in front of his full length mirror in only his boxers, a blunt in his mouth, he chuckled and blew smoke at himself. Walking from the mirror he searched through his closet for something to wear. It was a simple night, simple in the fact they were just going to the club to get drunk and hang out. Pulling from what little clothing he had he concluded with a simple white button up, jeans, and a black tie to classy it up. Inhaling from his joint once again the twenty year old stoner put the blunt down in the ash tray on the table. Standing in front of the mirror again he blew out smoke as he pulled shirt over his body. Buttoning up his shirt he watched his reflection in the mirror finding it quiet hilarious it was doing all the same things he was. Making a silly face only made him laugh more, the reflection looked so stupid. Ethan rolled up his sleeve and straightened the shirt. It only took a few seconds for the pants, them only a having one button. The blazed, dark haired Ethan laughed again as the reflection danced at him. One would think his tie would be the hardest thing to put on but Ethan surprisingly managed with ease. One last check in the mirror and a slight tossle of the hair and Ethan was ready. He grabbed his watch, phone, keys, wallet, and joint before walking out of the one roomed apartment and out of the building all together.

Ethan leaned against the bus stop pole, his joint between his fingers as he took a drag on it and blew the smoke into the night air. Turning his wrist so the face of the watch could be seen Ethan predicted the bus would be here in a few minutes. Thankfully buses were predictable because they ran the same time all the time. Within a few minutes, like Ethan thought, the bus arrived. Walking up the steps he put change in the change box and began walking back when the bus driver stopped him. "Hey, kid. You got to put that out." Ethan looked at the rather larger bus driver and blew out smoke. "Right daddy-o" He then laughed, finding it hilarious, before putting out the joint and placing it in his pocket. It was a waste just to throw half a wrap away considering what Ethan paid for this. The bus ride to the club seemed short, maybe because Ethan laughing to himself, high off his ass. "Get off kid." The guy shouted and Ethan only laughed more before standing and walking off the bus. "Peace out." The dark haired boy said as the doors to the bus closed. Turning around in a full three hundred and sixty degree circle the boy walked the last hundred yards to the club entrance. Now to find Noah. He took out his phone and opened, punching in Noah's number then bringing it to his ear. "Pick up you sexy hunk of a man god." Noah said laughing at the phone rang in his ear. Pulling out the blunt from his pocket he pushed the ringing phone between his shoulder and ear before searching for his lighter. When it was no where to be found he groaned. "Shit..." He said and lifted his head holding the phone again, the blunt still in his other hand. "How long does his phone ring? What the hell." Ethan said chuckling.

tags: NOAH && OPEN
listening to: NOTHING
other notes: NOTHING
word count: 660
outfit: here

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[NOAH SAMUEL RADLEY]

Noah was never one to arrive on time, unless it was for a job and then he would always be early. He was professional like that. Ethan wasn’t a job though, he was a wanker who Noah called his best friend. He wasn’t complaining, he was just as much of a prick himself. Tonight was the night of the century, or more so the night to get absolutely bladdered and pull. It didn’t take him too long to get ready, especially that he wasn’t really wearing all too much. He had been originally. He’d been wearing a white tee and his pants, only in the time it had taken him to walk from his apartment to the club his clothing items had lessened. It usually did happen when Noah had a can, and he often always had a can when he was going out. It didn’t take much to get him drunk – something which not a lot of people knew – but a couple of cans would do it. He stumbled along the street and had misplaced his tee and shoes. It didn’t particularly matter though, not to Noah. He could always get new clothes, as long as he had his phone and his money and his keys. Usually he gave those to Ethan when he found him. Noah wasn’t too responsible, especially not when drunk. He became a sexual predator.

His phone was ringing. He could feel it vibrating in his hand, Lady Gaga singing loudly ‘Let’s have some fun, this beat is sick, I wanna take a ride on your discostick’. It was Ethan’s personal ringtone and Noah had a thing with taking it out of Ethan, especially when it came to sexuality. He would get off with him at times, not because he was gay Noah was straight, but just for the simple point of it. He was sure it annoyed Ethan and if it did then that was his intentions. But he liked to tease him about things. The ringtone was perfect, especially now, can in hand as his soggy socks walked through the wet ground, a cigarette erupting from his mouth as he was surrounded by a cloud of smoke.

Noah began to slur out the words of Ethan’s ringtone as he approached his friend. He knew it was Ethan, he could always tell. He always knew which one Ethan was. He was his best friend, best friend of all friends. As he found him, his arms fell around his neck. It was safe to say Noah was out of it, but he was wild and when he was drunk he only got wilder, even if it was difficult to keep himself upright. Lightweight, what could you do?! “Ethan, fuck! I love your ringtone. You should just keep ringing me, like all fucking night!” he shouted aloud with a loud lease of laughter. Noah inhaled a long breath of smoke before leaning in and pressurising his lips upon Ethan. Noah rived his tongue inside of Ethan’s mouth and lapped it against his own. He knew he would have to be careful, after all Ethan would probably bite his tongue off if he could. Pulling out quickly Noah licked the side of his face. “All I want to do is ride your disco stick! Ha!” he cheered playfully. He was comfortable with his sexuality. He knew he was straight. At the end of the day though a kiss was a kiss and Ethan was his best friend, it meant nothing. He pulled back from Ethan’s form and looked at his outfit. It was well planned, a lot better than Noahs. He wasn’t too sure how he did it, how he could go out so dressed up and end up coming home in just his boxer shorts. He knew that by the end of the night the pants would probably go, just not yet, not now. “Eth, I’m totally staying at yours tonight. I get drunk too easily. I want to pull a sixty year old. I’m fucking deformed!” he inhaled from the cigarette again. Noah loved smoking, he loved smoking and drink and sex. All of the things which he supposed he’d been kicked out from his parents for. He didn’t have much self respect when it came down to it. On the other hand Noah just figured he’d gotten in too deep. He always had Ethan though, Ethan was his bit stuff, his little chicken rabbit that he could go to when he was feeling stupid or silly or up for a wild time and some trouble.


other notes: oh no, i'm a bit tipsy so i don't know what i'm writing. haha.
outfit: theonewithtrousersonlol

[ETHAN HARRINGTON LEMMONS]

The ringing finally stopped and it went to Noah's voice mail. Ethan chuckled and shook his head. "What a dick. He's messing with me again." Ethan combed his fingers through his hair then looked at the hand with the blunt in it. Shit he wanted to finish it so bad. Out of no where Noah's arms were around his neck. This action only caused Ethan to chuckled and look at the obviously drunk Noah. He was half naked and boozed up with a cigarette hanging from his lips. "Hello sexy." Ethan said chuckling. Noah even smelled like booze and tobacco. Ethan could handle the booze but cigarettes smelled disgusting to him; weed was more his thing. Noah's lips suddenly to his and his tongue playing in his mouth sent Ethan over the edge. The two boys got stares from the onlookers waiting to get in the club. The two boys were definately confident in their sexuality because they acted gay all the time with each other. That's what you did with your best friend; your partner in crime. Not many people put up with Ethan the way Noah did but that was probably because Noah was in the same boat. When Noah finally released him Ethan chuckled and shoved the other male. "I told you not in public! Save it for when we get home." Ethan winked and laughed even louder. Between Ethan being high as a kite and Noah being drunk as a skunk the two were a riot.

The dark haired boy winked and held onto Noah's hand. "Come on dick. We got to get you some clothes so you can get a girl to take them off. We got to get laid tonight." Ethan said chuckling as they walked into the club. "Oh. Speaking of which." Ethan said turning around and reaching into Noah's pant pulling out his lighter. Bringing the rest of his blunt to his lips he lit it and inhaled. Blowing smoke he smiled and sighed. "Oh yeah baby." The boy said and looked to Noah. "Come on dude. We got to get you a shirt." Ethan looked down at Noah's feet. "And shoes. Man you're a mess. How many you drink before you got here?" Ethan asked chuckling and inhaling again. This always happened. Noah would show up half dressed and they would search for a while to get him dressed only for the two to get drunk and high and hook up with some girls who'd only take off his clothes later. Noah was more of a playboy than Ethan, probably because he was a porn star; Ethan didn't care though. Secretly the dark haired boy was looking for a relationship any way and it was hard to do so while around Noah. His best friend was horrible influence on him but it didn't matter because they always had fun. While searching for clothing for the half dressed drunk Ethan was also checking out the girls in the club.


tags: NOAH && OPEN
listening to: NOTHING
other notes: SORRY IT KIND OF SUCKS
word count: 548

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