Their Girlfriend

Drinks and confessions

Third person POV

Diana wasn't home. She went out to her mum's place. Her dad's birthday was approaching and they celebrated it fancily every year. Thus she wouldn't be back before a few days.  This left the boys all by themselves. Damien had gone to meet his father to discuss the future of his company. Matt was alone at home making himself lunch when a slight knock at the door caught his attention. He opened it to meet a pair of eyes he was delighted to see. Damien looked at him and flashed him a smile which he returned.

"Any plans for tonight?"
"Not really. What about you?"
"Same."
"So?"
"Let's go out for some drinks, shall we?"
"Ugh..."
"C'mon. Boys night."
"Alright."
"Great. Get ready by 7."

Damien left Matt alone and went to finish some work that he had.

Time went by and both of them didn't really talk much. Apart from occasional 'Can I help with you with something?' Soon it was time to leave.
Matt decided to wear a suit as he knew Damien's places of choice were always classy. He wore a black suit paired with a white shirt and a black tie. He met Damien in the hall who wore the same outfit but with a black shirt. All black seemed to compliment him, a lot. They greeted each other and left the house.

They got into Damien's car and he told his driver their destination. The ride was quiet as usual with the occasional locking of eyes and tiny smiles.

The car stops outside a familiar building. It looked dark, the only thing livening up the atmosphere being the LED sign outside. 'Bliss'. Matt smiled as he knew the place. It was Damien's club. An elegant place that Damien created on his own.

They walked in and went straight to their usual seats by the bar. The bartender, Jamie, greeted them which was returned. Damien looked at Matt for a long moment and then shifted his gaze to Jamie, ready to order.

Two hours, countless drinks and endless nostalgic tales later, Damien was drunk and Matt was surprisingly sober. Damien looked at Matt and finally said something he'd been meaning to say the entire night.

"You are so beautiful, Matt. Do you ever realise that?"
"What do you mean? Thank you but you've never said anything like this."
"I mean I find you pretty. I've been quiet crazy over you for a few years now. I never wanted to tell you, incase you didn't accept me. But that was stupid, considering that you also like guys and girls." 
"So you-"
"I love Diana dearly, don't get me wrong. But I love you too. And not in a bestfriend kind of way."
"S-so you m-mean you -"

Matt was stopped mid sentence by Damien smashing his lips onto Matt's.
Moments later he lifted Matt so now he was straddling Damien. He put an arm around Matt's waist, pulling him closer and the other hand on Matt's chin. Matt put his arms around Damien's neck. A while later, Damien broke the kiss and looked into Matt's icy blues.

"I'm sorry. I was impulsive. I don't even know if you like me like that."
"It's alri-"
"No, I really am. It's just that you look absolutely delectable. I couldn't stop."

Matt's gaze wavers down as he deeply blushes. The feelings that Damien conveyed were mutual between the two. Reasons for hiding, also mutual. In that moment, Matt was at a loss of words. The only thing he could do was confess. Without words. He gently lifted Damien's chin and placed his lips onto Damien's.

*Time skip*

Matt entered his old room and was immediately pinned to the wall. Damien held both of his hands and pinned them above his head. His other hand went under Matt's shirt and towards his chest. Damien started placing light kisses on Matt's lips,  slowly moving towards his jaw, leaving marks on his neck and moving down to his chest.

"Damien stop."
"Did I do something wrong?"
"No. But you're drunk out of your mind. I don't want you to do anything you'd regret."
"Baby, I won't regret it. Trust me."
"No. We can cuddle. You can kiss me if you want, but nothing else unless you are sober."
"Fine. Alright."

Damien picked him up and placed him on the bed. Damien laid on the bed, held Matt between his arms and fell asleep.

Damien's POV

I woke up to find Matt snuggled up in my arms. Looking at him sleeping makes me fall deeper in love. Such a beauty. But he doesn't know that. Wait, does he?

I try to replay last nights actions in my head and facepalm when I realize what I did. I look at him again, to see his neck and jaw littered with hickeys and marks. I didn't do that, did I? Not that I didn't want to. Just not drunk. How could I be impulsive? This is why I swore off drinking. Matt started to stir around and slowly opened his eyes.

"Good morning."
"Morning. Uhm Matt. Did we do anything last night?"
"No. Unlike you, I actually thought about the consequences yesterday. I knew you were just rambling drunk. I knew you'd regret it."
"Matt, no. I really do love you. I just didn't have the guts to tell you without a couple glasses. But now I'm sober. And completely aware of my actions. I'd never regret anything that has to do with you. "

With that I lifted him up and pinned him to the wall. He wrapped his legs around my waist and his hands wrapped around my neck.

If he doesn't believe me, then I'll show him my love.