Indiscriminate Illusions (Misc. Oneshots)

Playing With Yourself (Matty Selfcest, Gatty)

Pairings: Matty Healy/Matty Healy, Matty Healy/George Daniel

Rating: Explicit

Triggers: brief mention of drug use

"If you could only eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be?" Adam asks, rolling his eyes when Matty groans and throws his hands up in annoyance.

"Your questions are so boring Hann," Matty complains, stretching out across the sofa until his legs are lying over Adam and Ross and his head is cradled in George's lap.

"Well if they're so awful, why doesn't somebody else think up one then?" Adam pouts, pushing at Matty's thigh weakly, his efforts at moving him producing no results.

"Fine, I'll take a turn," Ross offers, his brow furrowing in concentration as he tries to think of an interesting question.

Things like this happen often, they've got to find a way to entertain themselves when they're stuck on the bus for hours and they're too tired to do anything productive, which is how they ended up posing random queries to each other. They haven't quite reached the point of playing Bird's Eye Potato Waffles yet, but Matty's seconds away from suggesting that if this doesn't take a more interesting turn soon.

"If you had to pick one person in the band to fuck, who would it be?" Ross finally speaks up, his gaze drifting to Matty briefly before he opens his mouth again. "If you've already slept with them they're ineligible," he smirks, his eyes dancing between Matty and George teasingly.

"Well that means you can't say John then," Matty fires back, delighting in the crimson blush that stains Ross's face the second the words leave his mouth.

"Oh sod off," Ross mutters, "we haven't done that."

"Yet," George adds on, a deep chuckle vibrating through his chest that transfers into Matty through their shared points of contact.

"So is it just immediate band members or do the people we work with count?" Adam cuts in, leaving Matty to wonder who Adam has in mind that he'd like to get in bed with.

"I don't bloody know, take it however you want," Ross shrugs tiredly. "Let's just stick with us to make things simpler, John included of course."

"So who would you fuck Adam?" Matty presses, trying to direct attention away from himself while he thinks of an answer that doesn't involve George, or Adam actually since they had hooked up once ages ago when Matty was eighteen.

"I don't know honestly, can't pick you, maybe John I guess, he's very pretty." Matty can't help but laugh at the way Ross's eyebrows furrow when he hears Adam's answer, earning himself a scathing glare from his bandmate in return.

"Well John's my pick too, obviously," Ross huffs, shoving Matty off of him so he can reach his bottle of water from the nearby table.

"And you George?" Matty turns to his boyfriend, curious as to what his response will be since he can't go with the obvious.

"I'm not really into blokes you know," George hums, wrapping his arms lazily around Matty in complete juxtaposition to his previous statement, "you being the exception of course."

"That's cheating George, you've got to make a choice," Ross scowls, somehow managing to take a sip of his drink while looking frustrated all at the same time.

"I guess Adam?" George doesn't sound even the slightest bit confident with his answer, leaving Matty giggling into his shoulder while Adam grins like he's won a prize. "Like if it was a life or death thing I would."

"Way to turn a compliment into an insult you twat," Adam whines, poking Matty in the shoulder until he lifts his face up from George's t-shirt. "Your turn Matty."