Spin The Bottle.

Breccan immediately tensed up when Roci gave the bottle a spin. He hadn't really wanted the boy to spin it of course. He didn't want to have to watch him kiss someone else. He could only hope the bottle really landed on him.
Unfortunately, Roci nudged it just a bit too far. It landed on the person two spots away, Ouija.
"Well shit, looks like it's my damn lucky day." The mind reader grinned slyly. Ouija was close with both Breccan and Roci and he'd always found Roci completely adorable.

"What in the holy fucking shit is that supposed to mean?" Parker was snapping immediately, his elbow harsh as he nailed the mind reader in his ribcage, upper lip already curled into his famed hateful scowl. "Your lucky day? I ought to kick your ass right now, bastard." The shorter werewolf was lashing out from hurt and nothing more.  He'd gone years watching Ouija fondle and fuck.  He'd finally thought that he was keeping the mind reader happy...That he was enough.
His lucky day.
It made Parker want to barf. 
Rocinante had always loved Ouija.  The mind reader was a wonder with his rare ability, and he'd always been the young wolfs definition of a cool guy.  But even so, Ouija had never been mean to him.  In fact, the mind reader had only ever been warm and joking.
It wasn't bad.
But for Rocinante, it wasn't exactly good either.  His hold on Breccan tightened as if that would save him from having to go through with it. 
As if Breccan gave a damn.
"Im lucky, yoi?"  The boy rattled off nervously, eyes darting around in something akin to panic. He didn't want to move but he'd already gotten himself into this...
Finally Rocinante gave in, huffing softly as he nudged Breccan.  "Lemme up sugar smacks."

"Will you calm the hell down, Park?" Ouija cursed softly as the boy elbowed him. "It means the kid is cute, that's it. We're gonna kiss, not fuck. Although I mean, I wouldn't be complaining if he was interested." He was joking, of course. He wouldn't cheat on Parker in a million years. But he was a flirt and he always would be. As he stood up, he walked over to give Roci a hand. "Well don't look so excited, Roci." He spoke sarcastically, his ego a bit wounded at the disappointment on the boy's face. A quick peek in the boy's mind told him all he needed to know though. "We don't have to do this if you're not feeling me, kid."

"I...."  Rocinante looked over to Breccan, as if the boy would say something to him, anything.
Nothing.
"Come on, Ouija! You know im down with it, yoi! Kissing you is like, a once in a life time experience I hear." The young werewolf didn't want to look like a pathetic fool in front of the entire pack, even though by now it seemed to be common knowledge that he harbored feelings for his best friend. "Who would pass that up? Not I!"  Rocinante gave a jittery laugh as he pushed himself up.  He wanted to stop the trembling in his fingers but he couldnt seem to manage. He wanted Breccan.
But at least Ouija was a close friend, someone he loved and thought of fondly. It could have been worse.
Parker had reached out as though he were going to stop Ouija, but at the last moment his hand had faltered and instead dropped lamely back to his side.  If thats what his mate wanted then so be it.  He'd been eating the boys shit for years now.  A little more wouldnt completely kill him.
Except it was.
Fuck, how he wanted to be enough for Ouija. 
And damnit, he hated everyone and everything  because he was failing.

Ouija moved forward, taking Roci's face in his hands, glancing into the boy's eyes to get a clear read on his thoughts. Roci wanted to make Breccan jealous. Ouija could definitely help him out with that. He leaned in, pretending to be kissing the boy's jaw as he murmured in his ear, low enough that no one else could hear.
"Just follow my lead if you want to piss him off." He pulled back then, smiling at Roci before leaning in and kissing him deeply. It was a much longer kiss than necessary, his hands even moving to roam down the boy's sides, one coming to rest on his ass, pulling him in close so their bodies were pressed flush against each other.

"H-Hey! Yoi!"  Rocinante nearly jumped out of his skin at the feeling of Ouija's hands on him, tailing all over and landing at his ass.  He didn't want to piss his best friend off or upset him...He just wanted Breccan to like him back, and he was hoping that maybe....if Breccan could just see him with someone else...Maybe he would realize that they had something special together.
Maybe he'd stop brushing Rocinante off. 
The boy pressed back against Ouija, his lips burning and clumsy while his arms had actually wound around the mind readers neck, his fingers entangling in the boys hair.
"Alright damnit! You mother fucking bitches!"  Parker snatched the bottle up from the middle of their circle, his fangs bared maliciously as he chunked it towards his mate and Rocinante.  The glass landed against the middle of Ouija's shoulders, but didn't quite break even as it hit the ground.
Parker was slightly disappointed by that but the werewolf pushed through. "This shit is over right now or im going to taste blood, you bastards."  He couldn't watch it anymore, his chest was already heaving with hurt and his stomach, fuck, he'd never had such bad stomach cramps. He had to make this stop, or else that damn sting in his eyes would progress and he'd...
"Just cut it the fuck out, you damned nasty fuckers!"

Ouija groaned in his head as he felt the bottle hitting his back, hearing Parker's complaints. He'd been trying to piss Breccan off, not his own lover. Luckily, Breccan spoke up as well then.
"Yeah, you're supposed to fucking kiss not grope each other in the middle of the damn room." The young fighter grunted softly. Truly, he thought he might be about to vomit. He couldn't watch someone with their hands all over his Rosie like that. It hurt. And Roci was responding.
Ouija pulled back then after Breccan interjected, smirking lightly at Roci as if to assure him he had known what he was talking about.
"Yeah that was fucking enough." Jace growled softly, having risen to his feet to break the two apart before Ouija did. "Ever put your hands anywhere on him and I'll mount your head on my damn wall, hear me?" He bared his fangs threateningly at the boy.

"Momma J!!"  Rocinante immediately wrapped his arms around his mothers waist, holding the boy flush against his chest until his father was there to take Jace off his hands. 
"Jace Daniel, calm down shawty!"  Piper pulled his lover back over to their seats, his arms winding protectively around the boy. "He seemed like he was chill with it, so you be chill with it.  Not like they're fucking." 
"Coulda fooled me."  Parker was still glowering at Ouija, his eyes hateful in a way they had never been before. "Fucking bastard."  It was all he could say just about.  With Ouija ability to read minds, Parker had thought the boy would think more before breaking him down in such a way.
But no.
Of course not.
Ouija never thought that far ahead.
His claws were out as his fingers curled around Ouija's neck, jerking the tattooed mind reader back until they were once again seated. 
He didnt have anything else to say, far more concerned with keeping the hurt off of his face. 
Rocinante turned around now to settle his low burning gaze on Breccan, his lips rising into a hopeful smile.
"See there patty cakes? If you would just give me your sugar, I wouldnt need anymore from anyone yoi!" The werewolf plopped clumsily back down beside Breccan, leaning until his height shifted and he fell completely over onto the fighters shoulder.  "Would it really be so bad to kiss your rosie?" He gently nudged the boy, awaiting an answer with baited breath.

Breccan could only glance over at his friend, blinking at him for a moment.
"Shit, Rosie, of course it wouldn't be that bad." He was extremely confused. He couldn't figure Roci out today. Roci was acting jealous almost. But the boy couldn't like him. If Roci liked him he would know by now, Roci couldn't keep a secret to save his life. Maybe he was really just upset Breccan would kiss Sawyer but not him. Maybe he just wanted a friendly kiss. That had to be it. "You can have a kiss if you want one... I didn't think you were serious." He admitted. He knew it would only hurt worse if he finally got a kiss with the boy only to have to go back to pretending he didn't have feelings for him, but maybe it would be worth it.
Ouija was leaning back into his lover, rolling his eyes lightly. But he took the boy's face in his hands, forcing Parker to look at him.
"Hey, will you calm the hell down? It's just a game, babe. Not like I'm gonna screw him."

"You never think im serious, yoi!"  Rocinante huffed softly, moved to pulled Breccan so that the boy was sitting in his lap, chest to chest against him. His slender fingers trailed up the fighters neck and along his jaw until finally he was able to run his thumb across the freckle on Breccan's bottom lip. "And honestly im starting to think that you're ignoring me, patty cakes." The young wolf leaned forward, allowing their foreheads to rest together. "You have to see it, right?  I'm always trying extra hard to make you laugh and I get all warm and hot whenever I touch you. I've been calling you by cereal names ever since we were little because thats always my favorite meal. "  He whistled softly from the gap in between his teeth, his words coming so fast that they were almost a blur. "I love your freckles, especially Frank and my constellations.  I love your all blue eyes and your sharp jawline."  The boy was so flustered now that he couldn't keep talking, and instead he tilted his head forward and captured Breccan's lips in a kiss.  It was clumsy as always with Rocinante, but it was tender and searing, too.  A kiss that had been put off for far too long.
"I should calm down? Fuck you, Ouija!" Parker sharply smacked the mind readers hands away, his teeth bared in warning. "And don't touch me with your ass grabbing hands, you piece of shit!"  Maybe it was just a game to Ouija, but to him it had been another nick in his already worn heart. "You were practically getting ready to fuck him right damn there! Sure as shit looked like you wanted to, you sorry son of a bitch." He wasn't looking at his mate anymore, he couldn't.  Instead Parker brushed the boy off completely, instead moving to retrieve the bottle he had thrown.  He hadn't planned on playing the game himself.  Like his mother he wasn't extremely fond of people, and he hadn't cared for the risk of passing spit with someone he disliked. But his biggest reason had been that Ouija was his first kiss. The only person he'd ever kissed.
That shit was out the door today.
Parker twisted the bottle harder than necessary, watching bitterly as it spun around the circle. His stomach was already knotting but he refused to allow his nerves to show.  If this was the game, then Parker could play, too.

Breccan was shocked but he responded immediately, his arms moving to wrap around Roci's waist. He'd been waiting for this for years now and he wasn't going to mess it up. He had imagined kissing his Rosie hundreds of times, but never had he thought it would feel like this. His entire body was so warm, tingling everywhere Roci touched. Finally, they broke apart.
"Wow." It was all he could say as he tried to make sense of everything Roci had told him before they'd kissed. Could this really be happening?

Ouija watched his lover incredulously, listening to the thoughts going through the boy's head. Parker didn't want this, he was just doing it out of spite.
"Park, sit your ass down." Ouija snapped lightly. He was not about to watch someone else put their hands on his lover. It was not happening.
He watched as the bottle came to a stop on Dallas. The man leaned over and pressed a kiss to Law's lips to reassure him this didn't mean anything before standing up and approaching Parker. He looked between Parker and Ouija for a moment before arching an eyebrow at the smaller wolf in front of him.
"You can sit down if you want, kid." Dallas reassured the boy. When he'd first arrived here, before getting with Law, he'd had a bit of an interest in Finn. And Parker was basically a younger version of his mother, except he was also a wolf and a bit bigger. Dallas certainly didn't mind having to kiss him.

Rocinante could only melt against the boy, his lanky arms tangling themselves around Breccan's waist as his head rested on the fighters shoulder. "I kissed Frank."  The boy's voice was breathless and goofy, his smile so wide that it could be felt against Breccan's neck. "And it was the best." His body had heated to the point that even he was sweating.  This prompted him to gently unravel himself from around his bestfriend, moving to sit the boy down side him in order to keep him from being burned. 
"See what you did? Honey smack's has me all hot and shit, yoi." 

"Sit down and take it like a little bitch?  I dont fucking think so." Parker scoffed at the mans offer, pushing himself up to stand chest to chest with Dallas.  The older man was quite a bit taller than him, even with his legs bowed as they were. "Come on, big Texas. Fuckin' show me what you got."  His clawed fingers reached up to curl around the front of Dallas's shirt, but he knew he wouldnt quite make it so the boy rocked onto the tips of his toes to make the contact.  He yanked Dallas down hard, their lips meeting rough and firm. It was nothing like the way he kissed Ouija. Parker was always self conscious when he was touching his mate, wanting every move to be perfect for fear that the mind reader would decide he wanted better.  It didn't matter with Dallas.  The man wasn't judging him, and even if he did, Parker wouldnt give a fuck.  He'd only ever had eyes for his mind reader. 
But he was inferior when it came to his mate.  Ouija himself was so skilled...Parker knew why of course, they had grown up together and he had watched every night as people came in and out of the boys bedroom. 
How was he to compete with that when Ouija had been his first kiss ever? He was clumsy compared to the mind reader, and he felt every bit of it.
He wanted to be better.
Parker kissed harder, his claws coming to rake down the older werewolf's shoulders until they could completely wind around his waist, effectively drawing Dallas closer to him and deepening the kiss.

Breccan was still staring at Roci, a goofy smile playing on his lips. He paused for a moment before leaning in again, pulling Roci back into his arms.
"I don't care if I get burnt." He murmured. He wanted to hold the boy after that. His heart was still racing.

Dallas definitely didn't mind Parker's aggression. He responded, hoisting the boy up so he could reach him easier, his arms winding around the boy's waist and resting on his hips. He was surprised how eager the boy seemed but he played along. They'd all seen how Ouija had just groped Roci in front of everyone, Parker deserved a little revenge.
"Alright, that's e-fucking-nough." Ouija growled as he stood, shifting as he made his way to the center of the circle. He grabbed Parker by the neck like the boy had done to him earlier, yanking him roughly off of the older wolf.

Parker immediately twisted out of his mates grasp, his jaws snapping close to the mind reader's face in retaliation. "Oh? What the fuck is your problem now, Ouija? It's only a fucking game, remember?" His voice was spiteful and ragged as he threw the mans words back at him. "Calm the hell down, babe."  He shoved Ouija on the last word, eyes darkened with hurt. He doubted the words were cutting his mate as they had done him. And the kiss hadn't really given him much satisfaction either.  He was still left aching and hurt. "Not like im gonna screw him." Parker muttered sourly as he fell back down into his place, his eyes catching Dallas again though. He didn't say anything, but he did give the man a nod of appreciation.

"It's fucking different when you do it." Ouija snapped simply as he sat down beside the boy. Even he knew he was being a hypocrite but he didn't care. Dallas was lucky he had managed to get out of this unharmed. "Well what are you bastards waiting for?" The wolf growled. "Someone spin the damn thing."
It was Barry Brooks who stood up finally. He'd been sitting near Roman with Rhett by his side. After suffering through divorces, they had both agreed it was finally time to get out again and do something. Barry knew hardly anyone apart from Roman and his family, but the man had invited them here. It was the perfect place to start getting used to people again.
He stood and spun the bottle, waiting to see who it would land on. Finally, it came to a stop on Finn, the small angry boy he recognized from seeing him at Trever's house several times.

Finn hadn't been paying attention to anything going on in the game.  These people were his family now, but he was still a hateful little cuss and he couldn't bring himself to give a damn about all the drama happening around him.  Instead he was tracing over the tattoo's on Jesse's upper arm, only glancing up when he felt eyes on him.
"The hell are you damn staring at, Sasquatch?  You got a fucking problem or some shit?"  Finn snapped sharply as he found Barry's eyes, his blue orbs hardening with irritation.  He remembered Barry from back when he was living and loving Jeremy.
Maybe thats why he couldn't bring himself to completely loathe the man.  Barry was a reminder of what he used to be.  And besides, he'd actually liked the man back then.

"Your turn." Barry spoke simply, a light smirk on his face as he looked down at Finn, extending a hand to the boy. "Don't worry, I'll lift you up so you can reach." He was teasing but really, there was no way in hell Finn was going to reach his lips. The boy came up to his mid chest at best, maybe shoulders if he stood on his toes.
Jesse watched with narrowed eyes but he didn't speak. He knew Finn despised everyone but him, there was no chance of the boy leaving him for another man. He was confident in the love they shared.

"Mother fucker,"  Finn growled softly, his gaze narrowing on the large man.  He had never been a fearful person. And even now that he lived with a pack of wolves, he never hesitated to challenge them. He was small, but he was fucking dangerous.
"If you keep spewing that shit you're gonna be kissing my ass instead of my fucking lips." Barry was right though, he surely couldn't reach the man this way.
But still, the thought of Barry lifting him like a child was heinous.  "You can bend your big ass down here instead, fuck boy."

"That wouldn't be as fun, now would it?" Barry was still smirking, finding he enjoyed the smaller boy. He reached out, hoisting Finn up into his arms like a small child, guiding the boy's legs around his waist. "See? This isn't so bad, now is it?" He chuckled softly, preparing himself to possibly be hit. He remembered how violent Finn could be.

"Son of a fucking bitch!"  As expected, Finn did lash out as Barry ignored what he'd said and lifted him up instead. Despite his anger though, he found he almost liked the way Barry had challenged him, and the way the man had guided his legs.  Barry wasn't scared of him. It strangely turned the boy on, even as his fist connected sharply with the mans chin. "How was that shit? Was that fucking fun to you, dickwad?"

Barry only laughed, though he did sit the boy back on his feet. He had known Finn must be bad if he had Trever doing whatever he said, but the boy really was something else.
"Alright, I put you down. Now plant one on me." He smirked as he bent down, almost having to completely double over so their faces were level.

"I didn't fucking tell you to put me down though damnit."  Finn grumbled softly, finding that he had actually enjoyed the way Barry held him up.  The boy let out an irritated huff, loathing himself for liking the man so much as he reached to place his hands on either side of Barry's face. His fingers were firm on the mans cheeks but not rough, a rarity for him.   But Finn wasn't focused on coming off as dangerous anymore, instead he was concentrating on the way Barry's stubble brushed across his palms. It was soft and scratchy, enough to tingle and tickle the boys hands.  This nearly brought a smile to Finn's face and he leaned in, his cloudy blue eyes taking in every detail of Barry's face as their lips finally met.  It was only once the warmth over came him that Finn allowed his eyelids to flutter shut, depending now solely on the feeling of their lips  to show him everything.

Barry was slightly taken off guard by how sweet the kiss was. He'd almost expected Finn to bite him.
He kept it sweet though, an arm even wrapping around the boy's waist. As he felt someone's eyes glaring through him though, he pulled back. It looked like he had done so just in time. Jesse's eyes were glowing scarlet as the man tried to fight his wolf which was urging him to attack the man touching his mate. He had been confident that Finn didn't care for anyone but him but he could smell the arousal on his small lover. And it irritated him to no end.
"Not bad." Barry smirked simply as he stood back upright.

"Pfft, Best you're ever going to fucking have, bitch titties." Finn's upper lip curled back into a scowl, his hands coming to shove against the bottom half of Barry's chest, the highest he could reach. "Better have fucking enjoyed it."  The boy snarled, moving to settle himself back beside his lover.  It was only then he noticed Jesse's eyes, the gleaming red alerting him that his lover had indeed been jealous.
"Whats the damn matter forest fucker?"  He was determined not to smile, but even as he tried his lips were quirking upwards at the look on his lovers face.  Jealous Jesse definitely was a turn on, the boy decided as he reached out to gently trail his fingertip over the mans thicker arm tattoo. "Did my fucking flea bag not like that?"  He full on smirked now, unable to control himself with the warming in his chest. "Because if it were your ass doing that shit, my damned head would have done that fucking exorcist shit and someone would be taking their ass home with a busted lip tonight."

"You fucking liked him a little too much." Jesse growled softly as he pulled his mate into his lap, yanking the boy in for a rough, lip bruising kiss. "I can smell you you know. You wanted to kiss him." His eyes were still glowing, plans already running through his head for just how he would make Finn forget Barry's name later that evening.