“You’ve ruined me.” Sebastian groaned. The scent of whiskey wafted up from his breath and he clutched his head, before slumping into the chair in front of him. Monty lay on his bed, eyes towards the ceiling, but he looked up when Sebastian stormed in.
“What are you talking about?” Monty sighed. He was clearly getting tired of Sebastian’s dramatic outbursts.
“She was too delicate. I was afraid to touch her.”
“I told you they seem breakable.”
Sebastian sighed and glanced up through his fingers at Monty. “I leaned forward to kiss her, and brush my hand across her cheek, but my fingers got tangled in her hair, so I pulled my hand away and we kissed once, but then she told me to hold her, so I wrapped my arm around her waist.”
“I don’t want to hear this,” Monty interrupted.
“Too bad,” Sebastian shot back, his cheeks turning red. He pulled his hands away from his head, wobbled a little in his seat, and then sat up straighter. “So I wrapped my arm around her waist, just like you did and I kissed her again, and she pushed me away. She pushed me away Monty! She said I grabbed her too hard, and what was I trying to do suffocate her? And then she got up and left.”
“Did you enjoy it?” Monty asked, voice monotone, as he stared up at the ceiling from his bed.
“What?”
“Did you enjoy the kiss?” Monty asked again, this time sitting up and facing Sebastian.
“No! I kept thinking of you, and wanting you to kiss me, and she was too soft.” At this point Sebastian stood up and marched towards Monty. “Kiss me again,” he demanded.
“Seb, shut up someone is going to hear you.”
“I don’t care I want you to kiss me again.”
“You’re drunk.”
“Kiss me.”
“No.”
“Please,” Sebastian wined, plopping himself down on the bed beside Monty. Monty moved away.
“No, Seb,” Monty said firmly. “You’re drunk. I don’t make it a habit of kissing drunk boys.”
“Do you make it a habit of kissing boys in general?”
“That’s none of your business.”
“So you’ll kiss other boys, just not me?” His shoulders drooped, and he stuck out his lip in an over exaggerated pout.
“That’s not it,” Monty huffed. He stared down at his hands, fidgeting with his fingers.
“Then what –,” Monty’s lips crushed against Sebastian’s, and they both fell back onto the bed, Monty’s hands automatically bracing themselves by Sebastian’s sides. It took Sebastian a little longer to realize what was happening in his drunken stupor, but once he realized he was getting what he wanted, he propped himself up on his elbows and pushed back against the kiss, lips parting just like he’d practiced.
“That’s what I was looking for.” Sebastian said with a grin, when he finally pulled away for air.
“I told you you’d beg for more.” Monty chuckled, and leaned in again.
