The flat was pitch black.
George and Alex had been playing FIFA for half the night, consuming quite a lot of alcohol.
The pair had gone to bed at around midnight after Alex had triumphed for the third time in a row.
It's nearly 4am and George is still up, feeling dizzy and light headed.
He stumbles around starkly in search of a light switch.
George hasn't been able to sleep in days, the same thought bobbing up and down in his mind.
'You're in love with your roommate.'
He struggles to wrap his head around it at first. This is his best mate, surely it's just his conscience playing tricks on him?
But the more and more he thinks about it, the more he realises how true it is.
George has never really been in touch with his emotions and the way Alex makes him feel terrifies him.
He doesn't know why he's having these thoughts but he does know that he has to do something about it.
He lingers in the hall for a while, debating whether or not to knock on Alex's door.
He eventually decides to text him instead.
Alex🛁
You awake? x
Yeah what's up?
Mind if I come in?
Sure x
...
George sighs, he can't believe he's actually going through with this.
He knocks on the door before walking in.
"You okay mate?"
"Fine." He mutters, drawing in a breath.
"Ok?.." Alex raises an eyebrow, "Why did-"
"Right um-so I don't.." George interrupts, chewing his lip violently.
The words are on the tip of his tongue but finding the strength to say them is proving difficult.
Alex sits up, a confused expression lacing his features.
"No offence George but it's 4am." He jokes,
"I swear to god if you're here to tell me that you didn't press record earlier or some sh-"
"I have feelings for you, okay!" George takes a step back, unsure of what to do next.
He should not have said that, he really shouldn't have.
His brain quickly becomes an assortment of reasons why he's just completely ruined their friendship.
George refrains from making eye contact, the carpet suddenly very enticing.
Meanwhile Alex doesn't know how to react, his heart pounding at the phrase. George likes him? 'Nah surely not.'
Alex is almost certain he's the only one among the two with feelings. He's adamant he's misheard.
"Uh-" he stutters, "what did you just say?"
"Please don't make me repeat it." George covers his reddening face.
"You-you..uh..me?" Alex stands up, edging closer and closer to the man infront of him.
"I might do.." George stares at his shoes.
The room is silent and it's mere seconds later that he feels a hand cupping his chin, guiding it upwards.
Both boys needn't make a sound, acting only on instinct, which for Alex right now-is to kiss the figure below him.
George is stationary, watching as Alex advances even closer, completely closing the gap between them.
It's awkward at first, George shuffling out of grasp in shock as Alex moves away apologetically.
He just smiles in response, leaning back in.
It isn't intense at all nor is it hungry.
No this is a new feeling.
Alex can feel the once shallow pit of his stomach filling with lust, a heartwarming aroma washing over him.
A steady heartbeat rocks between them in sync as they gaze back at each other, slowly adjusting to their new position in each other's lives.
While the couple had shared the same inclination for months, neither of them ever had the courage to act upon it.
Silence fills the bedroom again and George takes it as a chance to speak,
"Have I ruined everything?"
Alex giggles at this.
"You're such an idiot."
"So..you don't hate me?"
"George. I just made out with you, at nearly 5am, after watching you stand there twiddling your thumbs for half an hour.
What in hell gave you the idea that I hate you?"
"I don't know- I just-I feel like I shouldn't have said anything. I mean you haven't really spoken, did you just kiss me so I didn't feel bad or-"
Alex just grins, winding his arms around George's waist.
He kisses him again, this time much more heated.
George reciprocates, running his hands through his hair and pinning him against the wall.
He bites his lip gently, begging for entrance. Alex obliges, humming slightly under his grip.
He pushes them both onto the mattress, slamming himself on top of George as he moans out in contentment.
The pair are focused on nothing but each other, commencing further and deeper into the kiss.
They pull away eventually, gasping for air, both eyeing each other eagerly.
"That answer your question?" Alex snickers.
"I'm going to need it in words." George laughs.
Alex rolls his eyes at this before joining in.
"Yes George, I feel the same way.
In-fact..I've never felt like this about anyone before.
You're the only person who's ever made me this happy so.." He starts rambling.
...
"I guess what I'm trying to say is, I want you okay? More than anything. You and only you.
I don't want some stupid one night stand, I don't want some dumb hook up every now and again and I don't want to go out and find someone just for the sake of filling the void." He sits forwards this time, facing George head on.
"I am so over dating apps and I am so done with telling myself I can get over you.
Because those people aren't you George and no matter how hard I try, I just can't seem to stop thinking about you.
You're the only person I've ever been able to imagine myself with, you just..you get me..I guess."
He takes a breather, staring back at George who's eyes are now glazed with fondness at how unusually pure he's being.
"That good enough?" Alex chuckles.
"More than good enough." George beams.
He inches closer once again, "I uh-would you like to be..my boyfriend?"
George chuckles silently, pulling Alex into a hug.
"That was the sweetest thing I've ever heard." He sits up on the bed, "of course I'll be your boyfriend."
