𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓪𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾 (mason mount x declan rice)

part 4 - the party

Declan's head didn't feel too good. Maybe it was the Twizzlers, or the loud music, or maybe it was Jude's beer. All Declan knew was that he wasn't thinking straight and needed a few moments to relax. So, he collapsed on his bed while the party raged around him.

He had just closed his eyes soothingly when a shake told him someone else sat down on the bed. He opened his eyes to see Mason looming over him.

"Fuck!" Declan exclaimed, sitting up with a start. "Don't scare me like that!"
Mason laughed, and Declan felt himself relaxing at the sound.
"You should've seen the look on your face!" Mason slapped Declan's thigh good-naturedly. "Wow, you're getting thick, Rice."
It was Declan's turn to laugh. "And you wonder why Rashford calls you gay."
Mason's face strained. Declan felt stupid and knew almost immediately he had said the wrong thing.
"Are you alright?" Declan asked quickly. "I didn't mean to insult you or anything, I know you're not gay it's okay-"
"But what if I am?" Mason asked frustratedly, in a sharp whisper. No one else could hear them over the loud music. "What if..what if I am a f- what if I'm one of them, what will the guys say, what will Southgate say, what will all of our fans say?"

Declan put an arm around Mason, and felt that he was trembling. Declan wasn't sure what to say. "Mase, relax. I'm sure you're not gay, don't worry-"
"That's not the point! Ugh, just forget about it!" Mason snapped. Then, seeing Declan's hurt expression, he softened. "Just...forget I ever said anything."

"Woah, is everything alright over here?" Jack said loudly, visibly drunk. He plopped himself in between them, effectively ending their short heart-to-heart. "Somebody play Ice Ice Baby!"

His request was satisfied, and he began to sway both Mason and Declan back and forth, his arms around both of them, while giving a drunken rendition of "Ice Ice Baby" but saying "Rice Rice Baby" instead. Declan cast a concerned look at Mason, but Mason just looked away.
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Later into the night, Jack was well and truly passed out on the floor, and they were all pretending like his shorts weren't completely down and his butt wasn't exposed to the air. Declan tried to approach Mason again, but he was drunker and even more tactless.

"Hey Mase." Declan slurred. "Why don't you just-just test if you're gay?" He said this a little too loudly, but thankfully, his other teammates were either passed out, or too drunk to understand.
"What?" Mason asked, but he was almost as drunk as well.
"Like," Declan said, sitting down on the bed and putting an arm around Mason. "Why don't you just find a lad, make out with him, and see if you get a stiffy?"
"And why would I do that?" Mason said, giggling drunkenly. "Why would I kiss a bloke instead of a lass?"
"Because maybe you found a bloke you really like," Declan said sagely, almost like he was verbalizing his own thoughts. "And they like you too, or maybe they just find you hot."
"Oh, I get it." Mason nodded. "So I should kiss a lad I really like?"
"Yeah, someone you really, really-" Declan was cut off by Mason's lips on his.

The taste of Mason's lips was polarizing. It was a mix of the bitter taste of the alcohol that had led to this, the sweet taste of the goodies they had consumed, and an indescribable taste of Mason Mount. The two simply locked lips, too afraid and inexperienced to try more. As Mason was the one who leaned forward, Declan leaned back a bit, and Mason was about to raise a hand to cradle Declan's face when they heard the door swing open.

"Sup y'all!" Jude yelled, the least drunk, but still quite drunk. "I'm back from the- oh."
Mason and Declan had quickly rushed apart once they heard the door, but it was obvious what they had been doing.
Mason and Declan both turned deep shades of red.
"He just dared me to, it didn't mean anything!" Mason said frantically. "Look man, we're both very drunk, isn't it obvious?"

Jude just laughed. "Y'all are gay. Rad!" Then, as if on cue, he leaned against a wall and passed out.
Mason's eyes darted about anxiously, before he turned to Declan.

"I'm so fucking sorry, I have no idea why I did that, let's just forget about it, okay?"
Declan remained silent, clearly in turmoil.
Mason's eyes watered and he got up and dashed out of the room.
Declan remained silent, fighting against a single, nagging fact in his brain.
He'd liked that kiss. He'd like kissing a lad, his best mate, Mason. He'd liked that a lot.

*in the gc*
1:02 a.m.
harry maguire
hi friends 🤠
where did everybody go?