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Matty crossed one leg over the over and relaxed against the sofa, his senses buzzing and heightened in his intoxicated state. He was accompanied by the only person in his life who seemed to understand him better than he did himself. He laughed at something George slurred from the cushion beside him and flicked his wrist to tap the ashes off the end of his cigarette, which was perched daintily between his slender fingers. The main living room of their flat reeked of weed and smoke; the clock displayed a time that would leave most normal humans completely appalled. After finishing his cigarette and stubbing it out in the ashtray on the table, Matty picked up the almost empty bottle of red that sat next to it. He winked at George before downing the last of it, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his blouse, which was completely unbuttoned at this point. "I swear I've only just opened this one," Matty remarked while squinting at the bottle, sticking his tongue out and fluttering it against the top to catch any lingering drops. He huffed and set the bottle down with a pout, reaching up to comb his fingers through his messy dark ringlets. He leaned closer to George, resting his weight against the larger more muscular male beside him. "That better not be the last of it," he mumbled, his words sloshing around in his mouth as his body succumbed to the warm, swaying slumber of the alcohol in his system.

Matty brought his knees up towards his chest and curled up against George and the warm crook the boy provided. One thing he loved about having known his best mate for so long was that he didn't have to hide or pretend to be anything he wasn't. He was allowed to simply just... be. Matty was in his most raw and vulnerable state at the moment, especially having consumed a significant amount of alcohol. Which was something that would absolutely terrify him if he were sober and with anyone else in the world. "Mm, m'alright,” he murmured in a soft voice that showcased his fondness for the boy sitting next to him, his thick accent accentuated by the weight of the alcohol on his tongue. His skin was beginning to sweat due to the increase in his body temperature and he briefly surrendered his comfortable position for a moment in order to shrug out of his blouse, discarding the unappealing garment to the ground. "It's fuckin' hot in here," he mused to excuse his actions, even though he knew George wouldn't care. They'd been undressed around each other more times than he could count on both hands and feet. After a second thought, he stood up rather quickly and swayed on his feet for a moment, reaching out to grip onto his mate's shoulder to keep from falling over before he struggled to wiggle out of his jeans. He pushed the tight fabric down his skinny legs, keeping his weight resting upon the support of George's limb, and tugging the material away from his ankles. He gave a sigh of relief without the restriction of clothing as he regarded the pile of clothes by his feet. "I need a tan," he noted while looking down at his pale thighs, glancing up at the larger male seated in front of him and flashing him a playful smirk. "If I'm going to be this huge walking sex symbol, I should at least have a tan." Matty twirled a curly strand around his finger as he spoke, tilting his head to the side as he admired George, his stomach flipping strangely at the sight of the large hands that held onto the little joint, hands that completely undermined his own. He shortly sat down and resumed his previous position, his small figure fitting perfectly into the mold of his best friend's side, watching him smoke with a silent perplexing gaze. "Not even the tiniest bit?" he remarked in a surprised tone, rubbing a hand over his eyes. "Must be gettin' old. Because I'm starting to feel tired and it's only what? 2am? You might have to carry me to bed in my old age." He was joking, of course, but something about the way the words tasted in his mouth caused his stomach to leap. Matty draped his legs across George's lap, waiting until his mate was just about finished his cigarette before stealing it back for one last drag, a thin veil of smoke exhaling from his lips as he stubbed it in the ashtray. His eyes wandered and found George's, reaching up and tucking a piece of curly hair behind his ears to keep it out of his face. "What would I do without you?" he found himself saying in a thoughtful voice, squinting at the air as he silently considered the answer, unable to even fathom a life without George. "I wouldn't... I wouldn't be me. I would be someone entirely different, possibly even dead." He frowned and shook his head, not even wanting to imagine where he might've ended up if he hadn't met the male sitting across from him. Matty twisted his fingers anxiously around themselves, clearing his throat and speaking again as the alcohol handled his courage. "I love you more than anyone will ever understand."

At the sight of George's massive figure looming above him on the sofa after he'd fallen backwards, Matty felt incredibly small and inadequate compared to the other male. He was usually very confident in himself, especially when it came to having sex, but this felt different. He wasn't the dominant person in this situation. Instead, he was completely at the mercy of someone much larger and stronger than he was, something that both terrified and aroused him. He swiped his tongue over his lower lip a few times, catching a taste of George's rum. "I'm flattered that you consider me worthy of putting your dick into," Matty responded in a playful tone, still blushing but feigning nonchalance, his pale thighs splaying apart as he lounged on the cushions. Here he was, laying completely naked in front of his almost naked best friend, something that wasn't exactly new to either of them, but the atmosphere had changed. There was a distinct energy in the air that felt so familiar, almost as if it had been there all along but went unrecognized. Matty maintained eye contact with George as he twirled a lock of curly hair around his finger, a dreamy smile etched across his face. "You're so lovely. I don't really tell you that often, but you are. I could write a hundred songs about your face, but they wouldn't be half as captivating." His voice grew softer and deeper the more he spoke, completely losing sense of where his thoughts began and where sentences ended. He nibbled at his lower lip while watching George slide his boxers off his dainty ankles, suddenly shivering in the absence of the touch that had left him vibrating with warmth. His eyes lowered to the undeniable bulge between the younger male's thighs, his skin prickling with heat. Matty felt a soft noise emit from his throat, remaining muffled behind his lips as George removed the rest of his garments. His heartbeat echoed loudly in his skull and pulsated all the way between his thighs, welcoming the hulk of his friend's massive body against his own. He wrapped his scrawny arms around George's neck, sliding his fingers up into his hair and leaned up to meet the kiss, his breathing offset by the noises that filtered from the other male's mouth. Matty marveled at how warm and tough George's skin felt against his own, flickering embers dancing on the tip of his tongue as they kissed. He began tugging on the soft threads of his friend's hair as their hips moved together to spark the heat that emanated between them like a current. His knees were stretched apart to fit George's hulking torso, feeling secure under the weight of his body. In a motion that was purely involuntary instinct, his tiny hips arched up off the couch to meet the force of the ones that pressed down against his, his body rolling like the crest of a morning wave before breaking against the shore. He felt George's throbbing member rubbing against his stomach, sinking his fingernails into the back of his neck as a compensation. "Fuck," he gasped into the kiss, his tongue spewing his racing thoughts that were hard enough to filter through when he was sober. "You're going to split me in half." Matty pressed achingly closer to George, pulling his face back slightly to glance up at him, his eyes wide with both pleasure and fear.