easy as cake (Matty/George)

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Matty doesn't exactly know when he started being in love with George, but he remembers when he started loving him at all.

School was hard enough for Matty, being short and weird and effeminate. It got harder when he realized that boys were cute and he wanted to shag them.

George was tall and had a nice smile and wonky hair and they became friends instantly. George walked over to him, introduced himself, and wrote his number on Matty's hand with a neon green pen.

That's the moment he loved George.

George is taller now, still got wonky hair and a lovely smile. Only now Matty is in love with him and he desperately wants to tell George, but how do you tell your best friend, who gets you off sometimes, that you're in love with them without losing them?

~•~

Ross' ex-girlfriend's lipstick is horribly bright pink. He hasn't looked at the other shades yet, but he's sure they're equally horrible.

He applies it very carefully, trying not to look at himself too much in the mirror. George may think he's vain, but he's not. Matty just knows that he is, in fact, attractive.

He's done this before, millions of times, but not for George's sake like he is now. He wants to be pretty for George, and the thought of that makes him feel stupid but it sends a tug through his stomach anyway.

Matty wipes his sweaty palms on his shirt. He looks ridiculous, dressed in nothing but his pants and a Sex Pistols shirt with bright pink lipstick on.

He walks slowly to George's bedroom, pausing just inside the doorway.

George is in his pants too, and a shirt. His hair is tied up and he's on his phone, the light shadowing his eye-bags deeper.

He looks up. Matty's breath catches and it hurts in his chest.

George grins. "You look ridiculous."

Matty whines, pressing his forehead to the door frame. "I know."

George keeps smiling. He holds out his hand. "Well, let's see it then."

Matty walks just far enough to take George's hand before letting himself be pulled down in George's lap.

"Hello," he says.

"Hello," says George. He puts a hand on Matty's neck, leaning in to kiss his Cupid's bow, then his mouth, very gently, as if not to smear the lipstick.

When he pulls away, there's a bit of pink on his lips. Matty grins and wipes it off with his thumb, then licks it off. It tastes a bit sweet, but mostly revolting.

George laughs. Matty huffs and puts the hand not on George's neck on his chest, fingers gripping tightly onto the fabric of his shirt.

"Don't laugh."

George bites his lip. "Sorry." He sets his hands on Matty's thighs. "You look lovely."

Matty's face burns. "Really?" He's horrified to notice how squeaky his voice comes out.

George licks his lips, leaning forward to kiss Matty's nose. "Yeah."

Matty buries his face in George's neck, hand squeezing the back of his neck before letting his fingers curl into George's hair. He presses his lips very gently to George's skin, leaving a faint pink mark. It gives him a thrill, knowing he marked George this way, though it's not anything big or noticeable.

George sighs, wrapping his arms around Matty. "You're so sappy."

Matty bites at the mark.

George slides a hand up Matty's shirt. "Time for bed, I think."

"What kind of bed?"

George lifts Matty's head up, kissing his nose again. "The kind where we sleep."

Matty pouts and slides off George's lap. "I guess I'll just go to the loo and wipe off this lipstick, then."

George's hand catches the back of his shirt, pulling him back. He hums when George puts a hand on his neck, tipping his head back with a thumb pressing into his jaw.

George slips his tongue into Matty's mouth and it feels so lovely, here in George's bedroom, with George. Matty giggles. George licks the rest of the lipstick off Matty's bottom lip.

"You're disgusting." Matty kisses George's chin.

"You love it," George mumbles back.

Matty really, really does.

~•~

Matty has never been in love before, but he knows this is what that is. It's not Christmas film love or shopping advert love or Romeo and Juliet love, but something much better and altogether more terrifying.

To be quiet honest, he and George have been boyfriends for ten years without realizing it, getting each other off for two months, and now Matty's in love with him.

It's a horrible mess, Matty realizes, but what's he to do about it? Gemma would tell him to stop being a bloody coward, but he can't do that without a bottle of brandy.

He'll put it on the grocery list.

~•~

George doesn't get a bottle of brandy. When Matty complains, he taps his nose and feeds Matty a forkful of alfredo.

"I'm not a child."

George coos at him and Matty punches his arm.

"You've been drinking a lot lately," says George sagely. "Just eat your pasta."

"Maybe I want to be drunk." Matty slurps up a noodle just to see George's nose wrinkle.

"Well, you don't need to be drunk all the time." George thumbs a bit of sauce off the corner of Matty's mouth and licks it off. "Can't shag if you're drunk."

Matty shivers.

I'm so tired