“You remember, don’t you boo?” he jumped onto the couch, watching Carlos slowly walk after him.

“Cuddle- ugh- it sounds so gross…” he sat down next to him, “I really don’t wanna… I just wanna forget what happened today, it’s all so embarrassing…”

Gered smirked, “how about I give you a little of the alcohol that I ordered? A little won’t hurt and you’ll be relaxed in no time.”

“I’d rather chug a black coffee.”

“Well fine then, I’ll get that-”

“Never mind!- Ugh, just… if you tell anyone I’ll kill you.”

He chuckled, “okay so this is the zero-th time so the next time’ll be your first time.”

“God you’re so drunk. Just… do it quick, and maybe put it in something else, I heard it’s bitter…”

“Yup yup, I’ll get some juice,” he stood up with his alcohol and went to the kitchen where he prepared his alcohol juice combo. It was mostly alcohol though, since Carlos did say he wanted to forget.

After he was finished he quickly sprinted over to Carlos and gave him his drink, “thanks Gered… I guess... “ he sighed and pretty much chugged it, regretting it right after, “shit!- I mean, when will this take effect?”

“About twenty minutes, it needs to get through your system and- holy shit you’re face-”

He looked up at him, “what?”

“It’s so fucking red, like legit red. Ffffuck- this is my fault-”

“Shhhhhh, it’s fine…”

“Carlos, are you… okay?”

“Y-yeah I’m fine… just… you go…” he stood up and started pushing Gered towards the exit, “you… can go... “

“But aren’t we gonna snuggle?-”

“J-just… leave… please…”

He turned around, “are you embarrassed? It’s okay- I’m not judging you-”

Carlos pouted, “leave!”

“You’re acting like a kid-”

He crossed his arms, “no I’m not.”

“Whatever it doesn’t matter just tell me why you want me to leave so bad.”

“Because I wanna get ready for you… ya know, since you wanna snuggle with me and stuff…”

He chuckled awkwardly, “okay… you’re acting weird, so I’ll leave…” he opened the door, walked out and ran to Ashton’s place.

He knocked on the door and luckily Ashton was the one who answered, “hey bud wazzup.”

“Oh, Carlos wanted me to leave for some reason so I’m here now. Ey, you two got home alright?”

“Yeah, but we did have to drag Alex to his place. He fell asleep.”

“Yeah I can see that, so is Shawn in here or can we do whatever we want?”

“Oh shush. Really, I mean it, Shawn’s here playing some weird game and I don’t wanna intrude on that.”

“Okay so what should we talk about? Since, Carlos told me to leave and… well… you wanna get drunk with me?”

“No you do that yourself… I’d rather not…”

“Why not? You scary when you’re drunk or some shit?”

“Not really… I just don’t like drinking with others…”

He pouted, “okay fine,” he went on his phone and called Carlos but he didn’t answer, “uh, Carlos isn’t answering… and he always answers-”

“He’s probably fine-”

“I GOTTA MAKE SURE HE’S OKAY,” and then he ran out the door before you could say livin’ the vida loca.

He ran really fast but eventually made it to his dorm and slam opened the door, “BABY IT’S COLD OUTSIDE.”

“You’re… really drunk…” Carlos slurred in response to Gered’s sudden outburst.

He walked up to him, “no you’re really drunk! You drank my expensive wine, damn it!” he cupped his hands on the other’s face, staring into the other’s eyes annoyed-ly.

“But earlier… you drank like… a lot of shit, and you’re drunk. You look all wiggily…”

“I think that means that you’re drunk.”

He blinked slowly, “I think I need more…” he nudged Gered away from him and walked towards the fridge again.

“Carlos! You’re fucking drunk already!” he grabbed his shoulders and turned him away from the fridge, “I know you’re drunk but that’s not excuse to be an alcoholic!”

“It kinda is… actually…” he pushed him away, “shut up you asswipe…”

“Bitch!” he grabbed his arm and tried to pull him away like the weirdo he is.

He stopped and looked over at him, “what the fuck could you possibly want…?”

“I… I want to snuggle! Yeah I actually do!”

“Okay sure… we can snuggle…” he grabbed Gered’s arm and dragged him to his bed.

“And I thought you said you were too weak-”

“Shut up or I’ll fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to walk…”

“Kinky…” he smirked.

He threw Gered onto the bed, “shut up and don’t resist anything I do…”

“Super kinky…”

“I said shut up!” he yelled as he got on top of him.

He chuckled, “oh golly… what are you gonna do to me, daddy…?”

“Don’t call me that, asshole…”

“Then don’t call me asshole, daddy!”

“Take off your fucking clothes or else.”

“Or else what? D-d-daddyyyyyyy…”

He let go of him, “or else I’ll just go to bed… yeah.”

He stared at him for like thirty seconds, “I guess you ain’t gettin’ that dick then-”

He turned away from him, “it’s not like I wanted that anyways. Your sex is probably terrible… I don’t know…”

He- Gered tilted his head, “you’re ass is terrible… since there’s like… clothes on it,” he chuckled.

“Oh shut up you shit face… you’re not gonna get my ass even if it had your name on it…”

“Well duh, you’re gonna own my ass not the other way around, you’re weird.”

He crossed his arms, “if you really wanted me then you’d be nicer…” he groaned.

“Well then I’m sorry for this and that and everything in between, can you just fuck me in the ass now?”

“Then stop calling me daddy… it’s weird and I’m younger than you so it makes my cringe.”

“Then what? You want to call me daddy? Am I the father of Jesus Crist?”

“God… you’re so terrible,” he put a hand on his face then turned around to face Gered, “can’t you just be fucking serious with me for once? … you seem like a vanilla sex kinda guy… I don’t know, it’s like an opposite thing…”

“Why did you just start talking about sex after that whole serious thing, don’t you wanna be taken seriously-”

“Fuck me daddy-”

“I ain’t your daddy- if anything it’s the other way around and that’s why I called you daddy but if you’re not into that- that’s fine- I’m just not really into being a top unless I have to and honestly in your state right now you could probably fuck me harder than I can so- uh- fuck me??

He groaned, “only if you teach me how… you’ve probably fucked more people than I have…”

“Wait a minute… you think I’ve fucked people?” he couldn’t help but crack a smile, “bitch if I had I would’a kept ‘em!”

“For all I know you “could’a” fucked like six people! I don’t know until I ask!”

“Yet you never asked.”

“That’s enough, asshole. Let’s actually do something noteworthy with our lives.”

He leaned backwards, “you sure about that? Are you sure you can handle me?” he chuckled, “you seem to- yeah never mind just fuck me in the ass already.”

And because I can’t explain this stuff still and I have no idea how to explain it-I said the same thing twice- tHeY fUcKeD.

After all of that Carlos stood up and then legit passed out on the floor. Like he stood up just to pass out, that’s quality content right there.

Gered then got out of the bed and dragged him over to the couch, “well shit, I guess I can’t say “I’m a virgin” as an excuse anymore,” he plopped him on the couch and then walked back over to his bed, “and I assume I’ll have to tell him this in the morning unless he remembers… and because he’s bad at remembering things normally, I think I’ll be fine…” he jumped into bed and fell asleep the end.