Oneshot Advent Calendar

December 13- Advantage (1)

"That was fun."

"Yeah? That was fun?" David asked, helping his drunk boyfriend to his dorm.

Wes grinned. "It was really fun. I'm glad in wasn' in Weth- Wesh- it wasn' here because I probably made a fool of myself."

"No, I think you're a pretty well put together drunk, as far as drunk people go," David said as Wes went to sit on his bed, trying to take off his tie. "Here, let me."

He unknotted Wes's tie, pausing to look at him before sliding it off of his neck. Wes leaned forwards, kissing him.

David returned the kiss, pushing Wes back on the bed and climbing on top of him. Wes giggled against his lips, David pulling off his own tie.

-

Wes woke up with a headache and an odd feeling that he recognized immediately.

He sighed, picking up his phone. How many times did he had to tell David the same thing until he listened?

David ❤️
Wes honey I'm so sorry, I just got caught up in the moment and it won't happen again, I promise.

A small smile graced Wes's features, and he rolled his eyes fondly. He'd let it slide, just that once.

-

"I forgot."

"I got sidetracked."

"It slipped my mind."

Several times later, Wes wasn't so calm and collected about it. He'd had enough.

Glad he hadn't had too much to drink and didn't have much of a hangover, he showered and dressed and got ready for the day. It was Saturday, so he didn't put on his uniform, instead wearing skinny jeans and a white shortsleeved shirt. He was glad that David had never been the biggest fan of hickeys, and never left any on him.

He didn't even check his phone, heading down to the commons, where everyone was. He hardly heard them greet him. He was focused on David.

David smiled when he saw him. "You look beautiful."

"We need to talk," he said bluntly. It was clear that he wasn't too happy.

He stood up, walking over to him. "What's wrong?"

"How many times," Wes said, quiet enough that the others couldn't hear him, "do I have to tell you to not sleep with me when I'm drunk until you listen?"

"Wes, I didn't-" He put his hands on Wes's waist.

"I don't want an excuse, I want a number. It's not nine. Fifteen, maybe? Twenty?" He knew the others could hear them now, and didn't care. They'd find out soon enough. "And let go of me."

"C'mon, don't be like that, babe."

"Let go of me," Wes repeated through gritted teeth. "And don't call me 'babe.'"

He tried to pull Wes closer to him. "Don't be upset, W-"

"I said get your hands off of me!" Wes burst out. He shoved David off of him, taking a step away. "And yeah, I am upset!"

He was shocked as he received the response of a hand colliding with his face. "Don't push me!"

Wes staggered backwards, catching himself on one of the couches. He pressed a hand to his cheek, eyes watering.

"I'm your boyfriend, Wes, I'm doing nothing wrong!"

He looked up at him. Up at the boy who'd become a stranger to him. And he shook his head. "No."

"No?"

"No, you're not my boyfriend, not anymore."

"Why? Because you accused me of something I didn't do, or because I did this?"

This time, Wes fell with the force of the hit. He scrambled to pick himself back up.

He and Sebastian had never gotten along, but as he went to shoot him a desperate look, a plea for help, Sebastian had already grabbed David's arms and was holding them behind his back.

"Let go of me."

"Yeah, no, that's not gonna happen," Sebastian said, tightening his grip. David was strong, but he was no match for Sebastian. "We're going to the Dean's office."