Cw: for throwing up from too much alcohol in the later parts of the chapter.

Marinette had become restless.

She knew what was going on below deck. Maybe not the explicit details, but she knew there was no way Adrien wasn't going to take full advantage of Luka being half naked and soaked after what happened at the last party.

She found herself in a weird situation, she understood she had no control over other peoples sexualities. But she also felt this sense of betrayal in a way, that her ex who she was on ok terms with had gone and fucked her crush. Once? But weird but maybe she could look past it. One night stands happen sometimes right? And they can mean nothing. But now it was known that Adrien and Luka were at the very least friend with benefits or straight up just dating although they hadn't said it outright.

She was torn, the Angel on her shoulder was telling her 'you can't un-gay someone, you just got some bad luck and fell for a guy who prefers boys. Move on' but the devil on her shoulder was screaming 'HE'S MINE! I LIKED HIM FIRST! BACK OFF, YOU'RE MY EX!'

She wasn't blind to the tension in the group around Adrien because of her dilemma too, her fiends wanted to support her but they also wanted Adrien to choose who he wanted. It'd caused some... friction. And not the good kind.

So the knowledge that the two were more than likely all up on each other down in the cabin was making her bug out a little, and it wasn't going unnoticed.

"You look like you've seen a ghost Mari, what's up?" Alya said, coming to sit next to her.

"Nothing..." she replied.

"Lies. What's up?"

Damn her and her investigative journalism perception.

"It's just... you know what they're probably doing down there..." she sighed in frustration.

"Girl, I get that it's a bit awkward, but it's been months at this point. You can't stay hung up on this forever, if Adrien was a boy kisser this whole time it's not like things would have worked out anyway. You'll find someone new, someone perfect for you. There's boys... and some girls too, practically salivating at the idea of a chance with you" Alya explained.

Again Marinette sighed in frustration, unable to put her thoughts to words for a moment.

"But they're not Adrien"

"Think of it this way... would you really want to kiss someone who's had your ex's dick in their mouth?" Alya said, admittedly a little tipsy so her explanation wasn't the best. But the message still came across.

"I mean no but..." Marinette said.

"See? You'll get over it eventually. Don't think about it tonight, it's a party. Have a drink, a dance and hey maybe kiss someone to take your mind off it"

It was easier said than done, but she knew she couldn't really do anything about it. So she took a cup and started to drink, hoping it'd get her mind off things.

Although her suspicions about what was going on down in the cabin were right, once Luka was dry Adrien had gotten to work warming him up alright. Against the door of Luka's room, just in case anyone tried to come in, they'd be blocking the door from opening. Most of their encounters had been full sessions, but they couldn't take too long this time. So Luka had Adrien down on his knees, leaning against the wall to keep his legs steady the way they trembled from the sheer work Adrien was putting into this blowjob.

He seemed to have a knack for it actually, he was somehow really good at it despite having had no experience before Luka. Luka has to resist the urge to thrust down his throat, not wanting to choke him. But fuck, Adrien was good at this. Luka practically had an iron grip on his hair, something he's found a few hookups ago that Adrien was guilty of liking a bit, hair pulling.

"F-fuck..." he muttered under his breath, trying to keep the volume down just in case anyone came downstairs to get something.

Adrien looked up at him, a smug look in his eyes despite his mouth being occupied. That look told Luka everything he needed to know, that Adrien was proud of himself for getting his beloved musician to tremble in the knees and moan under his breath. Under his jeans, his neglected cock stained against the denim begging to be freed. This didn't go unnoticed to Luka, who teasingly pressed his foot gently into it to rub against him. Coaxing a whimper out of Adrien, the vibration of his voice against the cock in his mouth sending a jolt through Luka's spine.

"M-mhm! Ah..." he gasped.

Luka was a generous lover, so he wanted Adrien to get off too despite his close he was himself. He pulled Adrien away, looking down at him and his bright green eyes eagerly looking up back at him. He grabbed his hands, pulling the blonde to his feet and shifting their spot against the door over to the end of the bed. He pulled Adrien into his lap, quickly undoing the zip on his jeans. Catching on, Adrien sat up a bit, allowing Luka to shift the waistline of his jeans down slightly. They definitely didn't have the time to fully prep Adrien to bottom, but some quick frotting? That's do the trick.

Luka grasped both their erect cocks together, pumping them while Adrien's needy self couldn't help but slight grind into his lovers hand. They connected into another heated kiss, moaning softly into each others mouths. Reminiscent of the first time they kissed at that party, they could hear the music from up on the deck muffled and distant behind the closed door. This time, the song was recognisable as Body Electric. Somehow it was always Lana playing when they snuck off huh?

Up on deck, it'd gotten to the point in the night (around 11:30) where no one was sober. Some of the more responsible ones only slightly buzzed, but more than a few would be hungover tomorrow morning. Marinette definitely would, she'd downed multiple shots trying to loosen up and get her mind off her weird crush-ex situation. But somehow the alcohol was only making it worse, she was becoming almost paranoid and her judgement wasn't as good as it would be sober. She felt a little nauseous too, from the gentle rocking of the boat on the water. She never got sea sick before, but apparently the alcohol was just what was doing it for her.

Alya though, was a good friend and noticed the way she was leaning on the railing like she was going to throw up.

"Oook I think that's enough for tonight, let's get you home" she said, wrapping her arm around her to guide her off the deck.

"I'm fine-" Marinette tried to convince.

"You look like you're going to throw up, it's bedtime for you miss. I'll just say bye to Nino, and we can head home ok?"

She was about to protest, but Alya was already off to give her rather tipsy boyfriend a goodnight kiss. Even drunk Marinette knew she couldn't argue with her when she had her mind set. So she simply sighed and grabbed her bag and jacket, ready to leave. Maybe this was for the best anyway, she did feel sick.

After some quick goodbyes, Alya kept her on her feet as they stepped off the boat and began to walk up the docks to head home for the night.

"I don't feel any better" Marinette sighed.

"It'll pass girl, maybe you're just not a very 'let loose and party' kind of drunk" Alya said.

"No, about the Adrien thing"

"Ah that... look I'm going to be honest here Mari-"

Alya stopped, put her hands reassuringly on her shoulders.

"You're probably gonna be a bit bummed for a bit, but by the time we're in university next year, you'll have forgotten all about it. High school flings don't always last, I'm amazed mine has lasted this long to be honest. It will pass, you'll look back and laugh about it ok?" She tried to assure her.

For a moment Marinette smiled at the sentiment her friend was trying to help her. But she just felt so sick and upset she could barely- oh wait... maybe it was just the fact she was about to throw up-

Because she did.

"Ah- fuck! Yeah good thing you're not on the boat, the motion would make it worse" Alya sighed, pulling Marinette's hair out of her face.

Marinette just stood there a moment, hunched over inside if she'd throw up again or not. But fucking hell she regretted all those shots.

"Oh Mari..." Alya sighed.

"I'm... fine..." she replied, still feeling sick but at least she wasn't growing to throw up again, it was out of her system now.

"One sec, wait here. I'll grab a bucket and wash this down" Alya said.

At least Marinette could say she had a good friend who was willing to watch her throw up and then help her clean it up. Not many people would do that. She sighed, leaning in the railing of the docks and turned to look back at the boat.

Hey... one of the cabin windows had the curtains open.

She wasn't sure what came over her, maybe it was the alcohol... but she felt an urge to peek inside...

When Alya showed back up on deck asking for a bucket, Juleka immediately knew what that meant.

"Uh oh, threw up?" She said.

"Yep, poor thing" Alya replied.

"Buckets in the storage cupboard downstairs. Just don't open the bedroom door Luka is STILL down there"

"Ohh I wonder what those boys are up to?" Alya snickered.

Not much actually, because they were just about done. About 10 minutes of frotting and grinding and gotten them restlessly making out and on the verge of climax.

"F-fuck-please..!" Adrien whined.

"Please..?" Luka teased.

"Please, I'm so close- let me c-AH!"

Well, he tried to ask for permission. Unable to resist anymore, orgasm ripped through him. Dripping down Luka's hand and their pressed together cocks. Luka couldn't even be mad he came before permission... that was hot.

"Mmhm- fuck... ah" he groaned, the extra slick of Adrien's cum pushing himself over the edge too.

Double the amount now covering them, dripping down their things, the two simply gazed at each others afterglow and caught their breath.

"Oh my gods..." Adrien muttered.

"That definitely warmed me up" Luka teased.

Adrien was about to say something dirty and witty back, but something caught the corner of his eye and he looked up over Luka's shoulder out the window. But once he'd looked up, it was gone whatever it was.

"What's up?" Luka asked.

"Oh I just thought I saw something walk past... was that curtain open the whole time?" Adrien asked.

Luka looked over his shoulder.

"Oh sh- yep. Oh well, who'd have seen in the dark from the docks anyway?"