matt groaned as he shifted through the sweaty, drunk, and horny teens that filled the small apartment. the boys decided that they were going to throw a rager in romil's apartment and matt was going to lose his mind. he didn't expect so many people to show up, he didn't know romil knew this many people.
matt sighed as he leaned back against the kitchen counter, drink in hand and hair a mess. he was sweaty, slightly drunk, and his clothes were disheveled. he pushed his hair back and looked around the kitchen, humming as he realized the room was almost empty.
he spoke too soon and shook his head as he watched a girl and boyfriend tumble into the room, not noticing him standing right beside them. he rolled his eyes as he nudged the couple to signal that he wanted space from them. the girl turned and smiled at matt, apologetically. he just nodded and watched the two run off upstairs.
matt stared into his solo cup, swishing the liquid around. he was worried as to where joba was. he felt lonely, downing his drink, pouring another, and repeating the process until he couldn't feel his heart hurt anymore.
he pushed himself off of the counter before stumbling around, finding the tall blonde. he wrapped his arms around joba's waist, smiling and kissing his shoulder. joba's body swayed as matt swung him to the beat of the music, giggling.
joba grew irritated and embarrassed, excusing himself from the conversation he was having with his friends, that matt didn't recognize, and pulling matt to a small guest room. matt pushed joba's hair back before giggling again. joba held matt's waist firmly, sighed deeply, and squinted at the shorter male.
"matt, are you drunk?"
"no! are you drunk, russell?"
joba rolled his eyes at the use of his real name. he was not able to babysit matt's drunk ass, but he had to. he loved him too much to leave him like this.
"matty, baby, lay down for me..."
"anything for you, daddy."
joba's face flushed as matt laid down on the bed, pulling joba beside himself. matt then swiftly switched positions and was sitting on joba's waist, sighing as he traced joba's jawline with his fingertips.
joba ran his hands down matt's torso, squeezing softly. he felt guilty.
joba knew matt was intoxicated. he knew better than to have let this go any further, he did, but all of his guilt washed away the second he heard his name flow out of matt's mouth as he moaned for him.
