Matty doesn't get drunk for a week, which he thinks is impressive for him, but he's going to see Gemma later tonight and he knows he will definitely give in to whatever they're serving at the club they're going to.
Matty hates clubs, but he loves Gemma and booze and bright lights, so he agrees to go. George, on the other hand, refuses to go and says he's got "work to do" which might be shagging girls in their living room or things at the studio, Matty doesn't know and it bothers him.
George sends him off by grabbing the lapels of his jacket and kissing him soundly.
"I'll be waiting," George says. Matty shivers.
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Gemma makes Matty dance with her and then she leaves Matty to go dance with someone else and when she comes back, she's got a number written on her palm.
"He was so hot," she's saying. Matty is listening, but not quite. He's paying more attention to the pink cocktail he's got in his hand.
Gemma is good at getting numbers and she's good at flirting and she's good at feelings, which is why she says, "If you're not going to tell George your feelings, why don't you find a nice boy and shag him very loudly and make sure to kick him out after George has woken."
Matty laughs. "What good would that do? Wouldn't that just show that I don't want George, even though I do?"
Gemma takes a shot and blinks very quickly before she says, "It'll make him jealous, silly."
Matty shakes his head. "I could never do that to George."
"What? Make him jealous? Or is he incapable of jealousy, is that what you mean?"
Matty pats Gemma's arm. "Perhaps you'll find a nice boy to take to your mum's Christmas party."
Gemma sighs, but she smiles. Her lips are painted bright red and she looks rather beautiful tonight. It wouldn't be that hard for her to take someone to bed at all.
"I'm going to go dance," says Matty, much to Gemma's delight. "You have to go dance too, alright?"
Gemma runs off and Matty slides in between people and he's dancing with girls and boys and by himself and it's lovely. He sees Gemma dancing with two different blokes, both very handsome and fit.
Matty's swaying to his own rhythm when when he feels a large hand on his wait and hips pressing into him.
Fuck it, George isn't here, and Gemma is having fun, so Matty deserves to have fun too.
He lets the hands on his waist lead him, lets his hips follow the movement, and it feels good to let go, to let someone else take care of him. He's only had two of those strawberry things, so he could be good. He's wishing very badly for a tequila right now.
"Christ, you're beautiful," a voice says in his ear. "Look at you, all dolled up to go out."
Matty sighs. This is exactly what he needs. "Do you really think I'm beautiful?"
"Yes, of course." Those hands move to his hips, pulling him back.
He turns around. The bloke he's been dancing with is terribly attractive, with dark hair and a lovely smile and big hands. "How about we go to the gents?"
His name is James and he's good at what he does. He eats Matty out while jerking him off and then Matty sucks his cock. He doesn't get his number, doesn't bother, and goes to find Gemma and another one of those pink drinks.
Gemma has four numbers written on her hand.
"Where've you been, you little minx?" She gasps when Matty points to James, who's sitting with all his attractive friends. "Oh my! He's fit, isn't he?"
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easy as cake (Matty/George)
Fanfiction"It's complicated." Gemma sighs. "It's really not, love." In which Matty is in love with George and George watches too much Nigella.