waste||moba

nine||halloween

joba and matt had continued to speak for a week or so, but neither one of them brought up joba's confession. part of joba was glad the topic blew over, but another part of him wanted matt to acknowledge how the lanky boy felt about him because the feelings didn't fade; they grew stronger and stronger as they continued to learn more about each other.

it was halloween and joba was laid on the couch rewatching the shining for the 4th time in about 3 years and as much as he tried to ward the fantasy of matt laying beside him and kissing his neck while his fingers were entwined in his hair, it wouldn't leave his brain- it was a parasite. he checked his phone and debated asking matt to come over. he couldn't leave the house because he had to answer the door for trick-or-treaters since his mom decided that she'd go out with sadie for the first time in four years. matt quickly replied with a simple "yea see u in 10" and joba smiled to himself as he drew his attention back to the movie.

10 minutes flew by and joba peered through his peep-hole just to make sure it was definitely matt at the door. sure enough, the short boy stood with his hands jammed in the pockets of his jeans and an uncomfortable look on his face. "hi." joba smiled, reaching for matt's hands as he walked in.

"hey." matt said, his eyes were droopy and the bags underneath were significantly more prominent than usual.

"you okay, bub?" joba asked, his voice soft as he ran his fingers through matt's hair. he cupped the small boy's cheek in his hand and matt leaned his head into his hand. "i'm doin' alright. there's just a lot on my mind." he murmured, stepping closer to the blond and snaking his arms around his torso. joba rested his chin on top of matt's head. "you wanna talk about it?" he whispered. matt nodded. the two walked over to the couch and matt situated himself on joba's lap.

"the girl i was talking to saw our messages and got pissed at me, which is no big deal because i was gonna break it off with her anyways," matt began, heaving a sigh, "but she fucking outed me to the whole school."

"no she didn't." joba gasped. he could understand her being angry with matt for 'cheating' or whatever, but it was out of line to out somebody to the entire school.

"she did." matt groaned, "ian and ciarán don't really care, they're sticking up for me and romil is doing the same, but, fuck, everybody else will not leave me alone. it's not even entirely negative either, i mean, some of it is- but there're random ass guys sliding into my dm's and asking to date me!"

"that's still fucked." the blond replied, "are you doing okay with it? like, nobody's really harassing you, right?"

"no, no," matt shook his head, "it's just really overwhelming."

joba planted a kiss to matt's forehead. "i'm sorry, matty." he murmured. "it'll all blow over, you'll be alright."

"it isn't your fault." matt shrugged, leaning into joba's chest. "what're you watching?" he murmured.

"the shining, but i've seen it like a million times." joba said.

"is it good?" matt asked.

"i think it's great."

joba shifted so that he was laying down with matt laid on top of him. he rested his head in the crook of his neck and periodically left light kisses and gentle nibbles, joba would let out gentle sighs each time matt would touch a certain spot and matt wouldn't admit it, but it turned him on too. "i was thinking about what you said," matt whispered, "and since i'm apparently out now, i think that i can finally say yes to your request to go on an official date." his lips tickled joba's neck when they moved.

"really?" joba smiled. he felt matt nod against his skin. "i- oh my god,"

matt giggled and kissed the corner of joba's lip before nestling himself into joba's neck again and this time, allowing himself to fall asleep there. joba smiled to himself and twirled matt's dark locks gently around in his fingers as the smaller boy drifted off to sleep.

-

he woke up not even 15 minutes later when joba shifted to a more comfortable position, "baby," matt mumbled.

"hmm?" joba replied, kissing his forehead.

"can you get me water, please?"

joba chuckled and wriggled out from underneath matt and strode into his kitchen to pour matt a glass of water. when he returned to the living room matt was sat up staring at the ground. his hair was sticking up every which way and his eyes were only half open. fucking adorable. joba thought to himself.

"here." joba said to matt as he sat down beside him and rested his head on his shoulder. matt chugged the water and set the empty glass down on the floor beside the sofa. matt's hand rested on joba's leg and his fingers trailed down to his inner thigh. joba glanced down at matt's hand and back at matt's face. "do you mind?" matt murmured, brushing his fingers against joba's crotch. joba shook his head and leaned back on the couch as matt began to palm him through his sweatpants. his breath hitched and became staggered as his erection grew under matt's fingers.

the dark-haired boy's hands slipped under joba's pants and he firmly grasped his dick in his hands. joba hummed as matt began to jack him off, his lips messily kissing joba's neck. just as joba let a small moan escape from his lips, his front door unlocked. joba jumped to toss a blanket over his lap and matt's hand still pumped joba's cock.

joba's dad walked through the door and tossed his keys down on the table beside their front door. "hey, russ." his dad said as he walked into the kitchen without looking at his son. "hi," joba squeaked out, trying his best to stifle his moans. matt jacked him faster and joba's fingers curled tightly around matt's leg.

"who's your buddy?" his dad asked, glancing up from the sink where he was washing the dishes.

"matt," joba sighed.

"hello, mr. boring!" matt waves with his free hand.

"hey-o!" joba's dad waved back.

joba's head snapped back as he reached his climax. matt smirked to himself and covered the blond boy's mouth with his hand. "i fucking hate you." joba whispered as matt pulled his hand out of his pants and wiped it off on his jeans. "that's disgusting." joba muttered. matt chuckled and folded his hands in his lap.

"im gonna go out and get more candy; we just ran out." joba's dad said as he grabbed his keys from the table. "i'll see you later, kiddo."

"see ya." joba mumbled. as his dad closed the door behind him, joba jumped on top of the smaller boy and grasped the hem of his shirt in his balled fists. "you're a fucking dickhead." he growled.

"you know you loved it," matt sneered.

"go fuck yourself." joba snorted, sliding off of matt and disappearing into his bathroom to clean himself up.