Short Gay Stories~

Petals pt.2

3rd person POV:

Hours later, Noah had finally gotten the necessary content that he missed from Emil. The two students were now sipping on beers while watching TV. Vincent, however, was still handling work issues.
"W-wait so the shipment will be late?" he was pacing from one side of his room to the other, his hair ruffled and his glasses resting atop his head.

"Yes, sir, we are very sorry but the transportation for these flowers is unavailable as of now because of complications with the weather..."

"No, I....I understand that, but you guys are the only guys who had this shipment available for the event I am providing for. I-I just don't know what-what I'm supposed to do now...."

"I'm very sorry sir, honestly, we have been unable to deliver to a lot of our clients, and no one in the area can provide you specifically because of the flower that you need in that amount."

"I....it's alright...thank you, if anything changes please let me now."

With that, he hung up, running a hand through his long hair. The flowers he needed only grew naturally in Spain and Portugal, and now because of weather, he wasn't going to be able to give the flower arrangements that he was commissioned to for a local wedding. 

"Shit....oh gooood," he groaned, flopping down on his bed, "what am I gonna doooo?"

Vincent heaved himself up and out of his room, trudging down the hall and into the kitchen. The two lounging students looked over at the tired man with curiosity and a light worry at his messy hair and furrowed brow. "Uh- are you okay, Vin?" Noah asked from Emil's side. Vincent turned his tired eyes to him and sighed, "Yeah I'm fine....do you guys have more beer?" he asked as he moved into the living room. Emil handed him a can as Vincent sat down, leaning against the corner of the couch. 

The three men watched random shows for hours into the night, and while Noah and Emil stopped at the second or third beer, Vincent was well into getting black out drunk. Noah giggled as he watched his roommate wallow in his sorrows under a fluffy blanket. "Hey, hey, what's up with you?" he said as he leaned his weight against the drunk man, who pouted. 

"The clouds, they hate me....the flowers are stuck far away and I'm gonna ruin someone's wedding...." he whined, eyes lidded and cheeks red. Noah only grinned as he watched his normally responsible roommate act like a fretful child.  

"Noah, leave him alone..." Emil sighed as he pulled Vincent away from Noah. Vincent looked up at Emil with wide eyes, "Wahh, Emil you're so nice, and hot, why are you friends with that brat?"

Noah scoffed, offended, re-focusing on the TV. Emil, however, was staring at the drunk clinging unto his arm with a bright red face, "Uhm, well-I-I....thanks?" he stammered, resisting the urge to press the man closer to himself protectively. "Uh so, what is the trouble with the...the flowers?" he asks, clearing his throat nervously. 

Vincent pouted, moving away from Emil with a sigh (much to Emil's dismay), "A lady...commissioned some arrangements for her big party thing...wedding?" he slurred, brows knit together, "and because of some STUPID WEATHER, I can't get the flowers on time for the thing." he huffed. Even though he sounded angry, he was considerably cute as he rambled on. His long hair was frizzy from being under the blanket for too long, his glasses kept on sliding  down his nose, and his cheeks were dusted in a delicious shade of red. It was as if Emil was gazing upon an angel throwing a tantrum. 

"Hey now, don't worry, you're not gonna ruin anyone's wedding...I'm sure you'll figure it out, Vincent" Emil reassured the drunk man. Vincent huffed, but tears rose up to his eyes as he looked away from Emil, "You...." he whimpered and got up abruptly. As soon as he did though, both Noah and Emil looked at him with alarm, as he swayed for a moment before taking a shaky step forward. 

"H-Hey, Vin! C-Calm down for sec, sit down, no?" Noah said, approaching him carefully. Vincent spun around (which made him sway dangerously)  and glared at him, "Y-You don't get to talk to ME like that, u-under-stand?" he said, offended, "I'm nOT a ch-child-" And with that, he fell forward. Noah and Emil watched as Vincent flopped down unto the ground, groaning. They stared for a moment, before quickly crouching  next to him. 

Emil carefully wrapped his arm around Vincent's back and sat him up, only receiving a whine from the inebriated man. "Damn, he's really gonna regret this tomorrow..." Noah sighed. Emil looked around before sliding his other hand under Vincent's legs, scooping him up bridal style. "I should probably put him in his room right?" he said, looking down at the man in his arms. Noah nodded and started to clean the living room up as Emil walked down the hall and into Vincent's room. He looked around the small room as he approached  the bed. As he went to lay Vincent down though, the drunk man wrapped his arms around his neck, a soft groan escaping his lips. Emil tensed as Vincent pressed himself against him, his dark eyes hazy as he smiled up at the brunett, "H-Hey now Vincent, you need some rest.." he said softly as he took Vincent's arms and untangled them from around his neck. 

Vincent pouted and flopped down on his bed, "You're no fun..." he sighed. Emil smiled nervously, "I can't be fun with you drunk, Vincent." He said, gently brushing strands of black hair from the pouting man's face. 

Vincent only huffed and sat back up, pulling his sweater off clumsily, making Emil panic. "V-Vincent! W-What are you doing?!" Vincent bare glanced at him as he started unbuttoning his pants, "Stripping, that's what..." he mumbled. Emil stared at his pale chest for a moment before spinning on his heel to face away from him. "A-Ah, I guess you must be uncomfortable, so I'll, uh, I'll be on my way I g-guess." 

Behind him, Vincent wasn't even paying attention to the flustered man leaving his room anymore, he just wanted to be comfortable in bed. He quickly stripped down to his underwear and promptly passed out, glasses hanging off his face. 

Emil meanwhile, quickly shut the room's door, his heart pounding in his chest. He stood still, calming himself down as Noah bustled in the living room and kitchen. "Emil! It's really late, do you want to stay over?" Noah called, snapping Emil out of his flustered daze, "Um, yeah! Sure...." he said, walking into the bathroom. 

The next morning, a hungover and regretful Vincent nearly passed out at the sight of a shirtless Emil on his couch.