Sex ♦︎ Angeless AU [✔️]

4: Honestly, I Must Have Some Kind Of Fetish For Dialogue

"Ugh, fuck," Angelo groaned as he woke up. He sat up groggily, regretting it as soon as he did so, his hand rushing up to his forehead.

"Let me guess," Chris said, approaching the bed. "A hangover?"

"Yep," Angelo replied. "How much did I even drink last night?"

"When I asked you, you said four drinks," Chris answered. "At least, you thought so."

"Fabulous," Angelo sighed.

"Now, I'm guessing you want some pain meds?" Chris asked. "A glass of water?"

"Yeah, that would be great," Angelo nodded.

Chris quickly grabbed what Angelo needed, mumbling to himself about how he was getting sick of being the mother of his friend group, then returned to the Angelo with everything.

"Thanks," Angelo said with a small smile.

"No problem," Chris replied. "Bet you can't wait to get wasted again tonight, huh?" He joked.

"I can wait a while for that," Angelo groaned.

"You said that the last time this happened," Chris scoffed. "And the time before that. Oh, and the time before that. And then-"

"Yeah, okay, Chris, I get it," Angelo sighed. "I'm sorry. I just... Kinda lose myself, I guess, when I start drinking. And then I can't stop."

"Well, maybe you shouldn't drink tonight, then," Chris suggested.

"Oh, trust me, I plan not to," Angelo responded.

"You say that now," Chris said, rolling his eyes.

"No, I mean it this time," Angelo protested. "I won't drink any alcohol tonight."

"You promise?" Chris asked.

"I promise," Angelo answered.

"But that doesn't mean that you won't get high, does it?" Chris sighed.

"Well, we'll see what happens," Angelo shrugged. "But, alcohol will be out of the question for me. Tonight, at least."

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"Honestly, how the fuck are all of you ready to get wasted again already?" Chris questioned as he and Angelo stepped out of the van.

"I wish we could tell you," Devin snickered, "but we aren't even sure. I guess we're all just getting immune to hangovers."

"Not all of you," Chris scoffed. "It was up to me to take care of Angelo all morning."

"Well, he's fine now, isn't he?" Devin asked.

"Yeah," Chris grumbled. "But he made a deal with me, and he's not drinking tonight."

"Fine," Devin sighed. "But, uh, Ryan brought some pot, if you guys are interested."

"I'm not," Chris responded, rolling his eyes.

"But I am," Angelo smirked. "Like Chris said, no alcohol for me. But, we never did agree that I couldn't get high tonight."

"That's the spirit," Ryan chuckled, stepping toward the three of them, a bag of weed in hand.

Chris looked at the rest of his friends as Ryan helped Angelo to roll his joint. He could tell that Ricky was already high, and Balz was working on getting there. He knew they would all be out of it by the end of the night, besides himself, of course, and he knew he would end up having to take care of Angelo again. Just, not as much in the morning.

For a moment, Chris wondered how the rest of his friends would make it back to the hotel safely, considering they all were away from it, and in the process of getting higher than the stars littering the sky. But he decided it would be for the best to just not worry about it. Knowing his friends, they'd probably end up sleeping on the ground tonight, anyway.

The group decided to take their antics to some sort of desert-like place not too far out of Las Vegas. Chris had no idea why they wanted to be there of all places they could be in Vegas, but his best guess was the fact that they had a lot of open space. Open space to make fools of themselves, that is. Not that Chris really minded, though. He was used to his friends' antics by now. And besides, he was getting to spend some time with Angelo, and that was what really counted to him.

Of course, the fact that he wasn't into the whole underage drinking and recreational drugs made it a bit difficult to have fun with his friends on this trip, so he did have to find other ways to entertain himself during the nights they decided to 'party.' During the day, though, it was much easier to get involved in their conversations and things.

Chris had propped himself up against a larger than average rock, and was staring up at the night sky. After a few minutes of that, however, Chris' gaze shifted back to his friends. And he caught an eyeful of something he never thought he would see.

Angelo was locking lips with Ryan, the other three of his friends cheering on the activity.

Chris stayed put for a moment, watching the scene in front of him unfold. The longer it went on, the more heated it became. The next thing Chris knew, Angelo's hands were attempting to lift Ryan's shirt off.

And that was when he stood up.

"What do you think you're doing?" Chris questioned, pulling Angelo away from Ryan.

"Having some fun," Angelo shrugged, giggling a bit.

"Well, the fun's over," Chris said sternly. "I'm taking you back to the hotel."

"But why?" Angelo asked with a pout. "We just got here."

"Because," Chris breathed out, "you have a girlfriend. I said it already, you shouldn't be kissing other people. Being high or drunk isn't an excuse."

The rest of the group had turned away, now onto the next thing that caught their eye. It was becoming obvious to Chris that Ryan became a lot more horny and confident when he was high, because he already had his lips on Balz's neck, his hands traveling slowly to his belt.

Chris dragged Angelo back over to their van, helping him get into the passenger seat, then hopped into the drivers' seat himself. As he drove, he noticed that Angelo kept sneaking glances at him.

"If I can't kiss any of them," Angelo spoke up after a few minutes, "can I kiss you?"

"No," Chris spoke, barely above a whisper.

"I'm going to anyway," Angelo shrugged.

"You shouldn't," Chris responded. "Ange, you have a girlfriend waiting for you back home. You shouldn't be kissing anybody else. I told you that last night, too, but obviously you can't remember that."

"But she doesn't have to find out," Angelo replied. "So I'm still gonna kiss you all I want," he giggled.

"Fine," Chris sighed. "I can't stop you, can I?"

"Nope," Angelo responded with a giggle.

"Can you at least wait until we get back to the hotel?" Chris asked.

"Maybe," Angelo smirked.