Trauma At Its Finest (Lip Gallagher X Male Reader)

Ch 9. Drunk's Waste

Ever since Y/N got together with drunk Lip, they've been spending more and more time together. Sure, for the Russian, he knows his boyfriend isn't really acting like his partner when sober, but he merely chalks it up to Lip being less open compared to when he's drunk. Thus, he offers him drinks. No matter how much, the scarred man hands over bottles of beer. With the Gallagher drunk again, they become more physical and loving with each other.

After going to a fast-food restaurant, Lip is drunk once more. With the help of his boyfriend, they get to the van. All the while, the blonde smiles like he's got no worries in the world.

"Fuck, I really drank too much." Lip mutters. "Hey, do I look fat?"

"No. Why?"

"I feel bloated..." Lip comments tiredly. "Fuck... I'm going to be fucking fat one day. Really, really fucking fat."

Y/N chuckles. "Yeah, before that happens, I'll make sure to be your coach. That way, you'll still have that great body."

"Thanks." Lip smiles. "Now that I think about it... why isn't Frank a fatass? Maybe it's the drugs?" The drunk then realizes something. "Where the fuck is Frank?"

"I dunno."

Y/N dismisses the thought and opens the doors of the van. Gently, he helps his boyfriend get into the vehicle. Afterwards, he gets in as well, making sure to close the doors behind him. That's when the taller man removes his shirt to reveal his scarred body. However, as he continues to remove his clothes, he notices Lip isn't following suit.

"What's wrong?"

"I feel self-conscious..."

Y/N raises an eyebrow. "We've had plenty of sex, and you're just now self-conscious? Kinda a derailed mind you got."

"It's not that! I feel fucking bloated!"

"It's fine." Y/N puts a hand on his upset boyfriend's shoulder. "You still look sexy."

"I do?"

"Yes. Remove your shirt." After some hesitation, the blonde does so. Y/N gives an assuring smile. "There. Still not a fatass."

Lip drunkenly laughs. "You got a fat ass."

"You calling me a fatass?"

"No. I said you GOT a fat ass." Lip leans in to grab the other man's ass. "A fucking nice ass."

Y/N chuckles. "And it's all yours."

-

Kev was just about to go to bed when he heard laughter coming from outside. Upstairs, he walked to the front window and saw Y/N and Lip chatting in front of his house. Wanting a better view, he headed downstairs to the living room, where he peeked out the window again to see what was going on.

"You sure about going home by yourself? I think you've had a bit too much to drink." Y/N said.

"I'll be fine..." Lip giggled, struggling to stay upright. "It's just... there...!" He pointed to his house. "What a coincidence we live next to each other."

"It sure is." Y/N replied.

"We should do this again sometime." Lip said with a goofy smile. He limped toward Y/N and stood on his toes to kiss him. While doing so, he made sure to grab Y/N's ass. "I love your ass."

"I love your ass too." Y/N replied. "Goodnight, Lip."

"'Night..." Lip turned around and limped toward his house.