what do you call this kind of thing

That night...

An. 
AHHHMACHIEGUN KELLY IS TOURING EITH FOB
AND WHY IS PALAYE ROYALE AND HAIL THE SUN PLAYING SOEMWHRRE I CANT BE UGHHHHHH
James p.o.v.

After we get done dancing, Nat pulls me over to the couch and sits on my lap, straddling me and kissing me. I don't push him away because fuck he's hot and theres way too much alcohol in me to say no. He pulls away suddenly, and I think maybe he's realized that he's got a boyfriend, but he says, "I don't feel good."
Standing up, I help him find a bathroom in the crowded house. The line is long, and we cut in front of a making out couple. "Hey lets do that." Nat says, pointing with one hand, his other in mine, dragging him to the bathroom. he sits cross legged on the floor by the toilet for a moment, looking at me.
"Your hot." He says, poking my chest. I laugh.
"Thanks. Your pretty good looking yourself."
Then he throws up in the toilet, groaning afterwords. I run a hand through his hair and rub his back while he throws up again. I feel bad for him. My head is spinning a little bit.
"I'm sorry." He looks over at me. "You don't have to stay and watch me be sick." I shake my head,
"No, I'm the done who brought you out. Also, we're friends. It want to stay." He nods, and leans back, resting his head on the wall.
"Remind me at the next party, don't drink." He says, laughing a little.

After we sit f a moment and he's feeling better, we leave the bathroom.
"I think you need to go home." I tell him.
"Nooo I wanna party." He says, trying to reach for yet another drink. I grab his hand and pull him towards the door, weaving around the other drunk people. It's time to go.
Outside, the fresh air feels really good, and I start to feel a little bit sick hi myself, again. Nat sits down on the curb, and I sit next to him, pulling out my phone. I'm in the process of getting an Uber when he rest his head on my shoulder and puts his hand over my phone screen. I look over at him.
"What?"
"I gotta tell you something."
"Ok. Tell me." A say, putting my arm around him, only for him to sit up abruptly and look at me, a very serious expression on his face.
"I know that I probably won't remember this tomorrow. But you might. So if you do, please just... tell me you don't. It'll just be easier for the both of us to forget about it for a while... I probably did things I shouldn't do because I drink too much and I'm sorry... I like you, I do, but...I'm with Johnnie right now, and I can't leave him. He needs me. He doesn't... I can't leave him alone...he just needs someone..." He shakes head and looks down, sighing.
My voice is small and shaky. That was a lot for a drunk person to say to another drunk person.
"Ok." After a moments silence, I look down, and try to process this while I again try t get an Uber.
Then, carefully, he moves one hand to the side of my face, and when I look up in curiosity, he kisses me. I pull away slightly, only for him to follow, kissing me again. This kiss does not feel like a drunk mistake. It feels very intentional and purposeful. He pulls away, and rest his head on my shoulder again.
God, This is a lot for a drunk person.
I Finnish getting the Uber, and in a few minuets we get in. The whole ride to  Nats hotel his head is in my lap, his body stretched across the seat. Once we get there, he sits up and looks at me.
"Will you stay? Please?"
Sigh.
I nod, and get out with him.

I'm his room, he barely makes it to the bed before he is passed out.  Can't help but smile. He's adorable. I take his shoes off for him, and he wakes up again.
"I'll be on the couch, ok?" I say, standing up. He reaches out and wraps his arm around one of my legs.
"No. Stay." He whines. I laugh, and pull his arm off. 
"Fine."
While I cross to the other side of the bed, he pulls off his shirt and rolls over. I dot get under the covers but sit up next to him.
"You know what?" He says, poking my leg. My head is spinning.
"What?" He sits up ext to me, and instead of answering, starts kissing me again.you know what. Fuck it. I'm drunk, he's drunk, we're gonna forget about it tomorow, so...
He keeps kissing me, and I kiss back. It starts to get more heated, him climbing onto my lap., my hands under his shirt. He starts to kiss down my chest, and I wonder if I should be doin this. Hell no, I shouldn't.
I let him do it anyways. Then I do him.
Don't get me wrong, we didn't have sex, but damn he's good with his mouth. And judging by the sounds he makes, I'm guessing I'm not too bad with mine.