•gay smut shots•

party...shit

Guess who's back? Back again? I not dead... this is gonna be shit 'm tired. Also these names r from people in my school. the homophonic homiesexuals its so fun to watch them😝
Liam: dirty blond, greyish blue eyes, taller
George: dark dark brown hair and eyes, shorter and here older.idk&idc.
(everything i say about them that's good is not true i am lesbian and im just going off of wat i see please Thor help me!) oh and please feel free to comment! I love them!
TW: praising not much more idk ://

No one's pov:
Another day, another same old boring party. Drunk teens past out on the floor, the stench of alcohol and other stuff like vomit caught in the musty air where groups of teenagers do what they call dancing. Bodys of sweat collide together as Liam struggles to find peace. He doesn't even know why he comes to these party's? It's always the same. Come here with his mates, have a few drinks, gets separated, then try's to find a place of peace.

Liam push through several different groups of kids his age. Some doing drug, others playing games most just chatting and drinking. He continues to push through people trying to find his place of peace knowing he can go home as his mate George was him only ride back.

Speaking of him mate George, where was he? He normally was the only one who stuck with him during these hell holes.

-time skip-

Liam's pov:
Finally, found a place where u can just relax. Don't get me wrong I love party's. The music, the dance, the booze. It's all great but the worst parts is when I get separated form my gang. I get lost in the unfamiliar place and end up just waiting it out somewhere quiet.

I take a sip of my drink, flopping down onto the bed beneath me, not even remembering where or when it made its way into my hands but oh well. I'm already quite drunk, but sober enough I could still navigate my way through the people to somewhere quite.

I was getting kinda lonely just sitting here, really wanting to have my mate George here so we could talk. There's always been a thing about George that made my heart skip a beat.

His voice, his laugh and god his looks. He's a chill dude and even we've only known each other for a couple years it feels like a life time. We love joking around and joking about how we are together.
But sometimes those jokes aren't jokes to me? They make me feel loved. they make my heart skip a beat every time he calls me a pet name or jokes about how cute I look. God it's like I like him? Wait? Do I like him? Oh gods what if I do? Well I know I like everything about him and I love it when we touch or get close.

Oh.my.god.

I like him? maybe even love him?!
Wait no no no LIAM SNAP OUT OF IT! it's just the drinks! Yeah! Your drunk! That's why you think you like your best mate. I-

My thoughts being cut of by the sound of the door of the bedroom clicking opening. I quickly sit upright on the bed getting ready to leave thinking it would just be another horny couple wanting a place to fuck. But it wasn't.

"Liam? You in here mate?" George questions
"Oh-shit- George! Heyyy. You finally found me after an hour" I roll my eyes playfully. "Sorry got caught up in a game of beer toss, anyways what you thinking about?" He explains while coming over to sit next to me on the bed. "I-I uh-"

George's pov:

God he's so cute when he stumbles over his words. I watch as he struggles to find the worst quickly shutting up after then chugging his drink.
"Woah woah slow down," I bring my hand up to his to pull the red cup from his mouth, " you ok? Seem like you have a lot on your mind?" "Fine. I'm fine sorry."