waste||moba

twelve||dad

joba woke to his phone buzzing under his pillow. he rolled over and answered the call without checking who it was. "hello?" he grumbled, still laying on his side. "joba? are you around?" matt said, his voice clear and panicked. any grogginess that hazed the blond's mind evaporated away upon hearing his boyfriend's urgent tone. "yeah, what's up?"

"i need to leave my house right fucking now. my dad's drunk as fuck and he won't shut the fuck up." matt said, anger and fear lacing his words.

"i'll be there in a minute, bub. just sit tight." joba said as he practically hopped out of bed and pulled on a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants. "thank you," matt mumbled before hanging up. joba strode through his house as quickly and quietly as possible as to not wake anybody in his small apartment. he held his breath as he pushed open his front door, slid out of the small crack and shut it as he exhaled and made a mad dash for his truck. he scrambled to open the door, his fingers stumbling over themselves as he fumbled with his keys, a string of curses slipping from his lips. once he finally opened the door to his truck, he peeled out of the lot and down the dark road. the clock on his dash read 4:13 am and he couldn't believe he was up this early without being anywhere near tired. 

it wasn't long before joba shrieked into matt's driveway. he pulled his phone out to call the shorter boy, but before he could even unlock the device matt was already jogging down his driveway and jumping into the passenger seat. "fucking go." he exhaled. joba accelerated down the street and matt leaned his head back, sighing as he pulled out a cigarette and lit it, taking a huge drag and exhaling out of the cracked window. "hi." he said after a while. 

"hey." joba said quietly, holding out a hand for matt to take in his own as he drove aimlessly into town. "you alright?" he added softly as his fingers curled around matt's palm.

"i'm okay." matt sighed. "it was just a lot, you know?"

"yeah." the blond murmured. "where do you wanna go?" 

"doesn't matter. pull into a parking lot or something maybe? we can roll a joint or something." matt suggested. 

"o-okay." joba murmured. he was apprehensive about smoking while high, but he figured that nobody would really be out- he had done it before anyways. matt finished his cigarette and flicked the butt out the window and blew the last breath of smoke in joba's direction. "i would've offered you a drag but i really needed that." he said. 

"don't sweat it." the taller boy shrugged, pulling into an empty lot. matt unbuckled his seatbelt and dug through his pockets for an already-rolled joint. he placed the weed cigarette between his lips and lit the end, deeply inhaling the cannabis. once he finished his hit he passed the joint to joba, who took an even longer hit and let the smoke billow from his lips as he said, "i didn't know your dad was like that."

"there's a reason i don't really talk about him." matt said, "it's no big deal though. he's mostly functioning."

"wanna talk about it?" joba suggested. he knew very well what it was like to have a dysfunctional family, so he dubbed himself the perfect candidate for matt to talk about his family with.

"not now. i just wanna spend time with you." matt smiled, bringing his knees up to his chest. joba looked over at him, his eyes wandering from his pouty lips, which supported a blunt between them, to his angular nose, then his soft hazel eyes that held so much raw emotion that joba couldn't even begin to process how what matt was feeling, and finally to his shaggy, greasy hair that was begging to be tugged at by joba's needy fingers as matt left rough kisses on his neck. "what?" matt said, breaking joba's thoughts.

"you're so cute." the blond smiled. matt hid his bashful grin in the sleeves of his hoodie. joba leaned over and planted a kiss on his forehead before lifting his head up to kiss his lips. matt's lips were chapped and bloody, but it made no difference to the blond. the two kissed passionately, their hands on each other's faces. after a few minutes, matt separated and slid into the back seat through the hole in between the two seats. joba contemplated following in matt's footsteps but decided against it due to his generally larger size. he hopped quickly out from the front door and into the back, shutting it behind him. matt pushed him back so he laid on the seat and continued to kiss him with his thighs pressed against either side of joba's hips. 

as the boys kissed horizontally, joba's erection grew and he whined for matt to touch him. matt's lips formed a smirk as he palmed joba over his sweats, earning heavy breaths from the blond, who might've well have been on his knees begging for matt to reach his hands into his pants. "matt," he sighed, guiding matt's hand to where he wanted it to be. matt followed joba's direction and pulled joba's pants down just enough so that his bare crotch was exposed. matt spit on his palm and toyed with joba as he left lazy kisses on the blond's neck. eventually, his lips trailed down to joba's thighs, where matt left several hickies to tease the blond. joba groaned and pushed matt's head closer to his dick. matt scoffed and took joba's tip into his mouth. his breath hitched and his hands moved to matt's head. the smaller boy started slow, but sped up gradually as joba whined and panted. it didn't take long for joba to bust, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he tugged at matt's black locks. "fuck," he moaned, "fuck, matt, i love you." he said without thinking. 

matt brought his head back up and kissed joba sweetly. "i love you too." he replied. his lips tasted salty and joba grimaced at the taste of his own cum. joba pulled his pants back up and pulled matt into a massive hug. "what now?" he asked as the smaller boy laid on his chest. "diner? i'm hungry."

"deal." joba nodded. "in a minute though, i want to lay here."