Touch

8.

Brett may or may not have had perhaps one shot too many, but he was feeling great! Ray had tried to say something seemingly important to him earlier, but he didn't really understand him. Something about Eddy and the livestream, but apart from that he had no idea. It didn't matter as the conversation went in one ear and surpassed his brain before going out the other. A lot of things said to him was going in one ear and out the other when he was drunk.

The two boys were walking home, supporting each other even though Brett was way more drunk and unstable than Eddy. Someone, also known as Brett, had been smart enough to tell Eddy to slow down on the drinking before he got completely wasted. The problem was that when Brett decided to do shots, Eddy was too drunk to realize how bad an idea it was for tiny Brett to do that many shots. Especially after the drink he had finished just minutes earlier.

Eddy kept his arm tightly around Brett's waist, partly not to fall and partly so Brett wouldn't fall. He of course didn't mind at all being so close to Brett. Everyone had made Eddy's revelation into such a big deal all night, and of course everyone knew how completely in love Eddy was with Brett. They could all see it, of course, as Eddy really sucked at hiding it. Everyone except the idiot himself, of course. It was frustrating, but a bit funny. Eddy was certain Ray even had tried to tell Brett directly how it was, but he didn't seem to catch what he was being told. Kind of amazing, really.

"Eddeeeey...?" Brett mumbled beside him, leaning more of his weight onto the taller boy. "We far away now? It's sssssoooo cooold..."
Eddy couldn't help but snicker at Brett's drunken sulking. They could literally see their house from where they were, or at least Eddy could see their house from where they were.
"Nono, just over there, see?" Eddy giggled, pointing towards their house. Brett stopped in his tracks, holding Eddy back as well and squinted to see where he had pointed.
"Ohhh yeahh that's our house! We live there!" he exclaimed and grinned widely, causing Eddy to laugh. "It's so nice to live with you man, can get aaaallllll the hugs all the timeeee!"
Eddy's cheeks turned red for probably the thousand time that evening.
"So you like the hugs?" Eddy inquired while leading his stumbling, drunk friend along.
"I dooo! Can we hug when we get home Eddyyyy?" Eddy couldn't help but giggle a bit at the question. He felt like a thirteen year old with his first crush when Brett was being so cute.
"You don't have to ask about that, just hug me if you feel like it, yeah?"
Brett nodded as a reply and found his feet again to go with Eddy towards their house.

Brett was right about it being kindof cold out, and Eddy was very ready to crawl under the covers and sleep off the alcohol as soon as they got inside. He was a bit worried about the hangover he was likely facing tomorrow, but that was a problem for sober Eddy. Drunk Eddy concentrated very hard on enjoying the close proximity of Brett. He had really struggled to get the key into the keyhole when they got as far as the door. Brett had been leaning his head on his shoulder, being too drunk and tired to bother holding his own head up, and the tickling of Brett's warm breath against his neck made Eddy's head fuzzy in a different way than the alcohol did. He only managed to actually get it in when Brett almost fell off his shoulder as he fell asleep.

Once inside, Brett let himself go from Eddy's grip and clumsily sat down on the floor to try and get his shoes off. His hand-eye coordination wasn't really agreeing with him though.
"Eddeeeyyyyy can you help me please?" Brett asked before giggling. "I sound like a child wooow. Pretteyyy pleeeaseeee?"
Eddy couldn't help but laugh at the way too drunk, but absolutely adorable Brett on the floor. Eddy stuck a hand out and ruffled his hair carefully.
"Two seconds, yeah? Just gotta take my own shoes off." While Eddy's speech was way clearer than Brett's, his mind probably wasn't too far from the place Brett's was right now. He could feel the drink he had emptied right before leaving working through his body, making his lower lip feel like it fell asleep. He realized this when he caught himself licking it.
He kicked his shoes off and sat down on his knees in front of Brett to help him with his shoes. He understood why Brett had a hard time doing it, as he really was struggling as well. Why on earth had he done a double knot on his shoes before going out drinking anyway?

The shoes eventually came off and Eddy tried to stand up, but quickly realized that was harder than he thought it would be, and fell down on his butt next to Brett.
"Oh man this standing thing is haaard", he complained jokingly to Brett who responded by resting his head on Eddy's shoulder.
"It's soo cold though..." he mumbled, shivering slightly and trying to move closer to Eddy.
Now, had Eddy been sober, he very likely wouldn't have suggested what he was about to suggest. But again,  he wasn't sober, and appearently discovered some bravery he didn't know he had.
"You can sleep with me in my bed to keep warm if you want?" he said, sounding like it was the most obvious solution to Brett being cold. In his mind, he was screaming at the thought of actually cuddling with Brett in an actual bed, though. Why on earth had he suggested that? 
"That'd be great, and then we can hug even at night and I won't be cold at aaaall..." Brett rambled, not really realizing that "hugging at night" pretty much qualified as cuddling.

Eventually, they had stumbled over to Eddy's bedroom and Brett let himself fall face first onto Eddy's bed.
"Whaaaa your bed is sooo soft man... like soft as fuck man... woahhhhh" he said while attempting to get the covers around him, ignoring the fact that he was still fully clothed.
"Is it? It feels normal to me", Eddy mumbled and went to lie down next to him. His brain had finally processed the idea of sharing a bed with Brett, and "hugging" as Brett had put it.
"Yeah", Brett mumbled and snuck closer to Eddy, who felt like his heart was gonna explode any second. A clumsy hand made it's way around Eddy's waist and he was pulled closer to the smaller boy.
"Huuug Eddyyyyy", Brett mumbled and hid his face in the large white hoodie Eddy was wearing. Eddy responded by placing his arms around Brett's smaller frame 
"Alright, hugging", Eddy mumbled, realizing he probably loved this a whole lot more than Brett.