“I had blinders on. Other people rarely phase me,” said Violent, “There’s only one person I need to approve.”
“Do you want a drink?”
Now, this was weird to Jason. To ask whether he wanted a drink was polite, of course, but it was strange that Matt felt so at home at Trixie’s apartment. Curiosity was eating him alive but he still did not want to ask. So, he just assumed Matt was a person who took the “make yourself at home” talk when you walk in through someone’s door quite literally.
“Sure, I’ll have what you’re having.”
As he walked into the kitchen, Matt pondered for a second. For some fucked reason he even wanted to impress Violet with the type of drink he chose. He looked through the cupboard which contained the drinks and could not decide. He started taking out the options one by one, viewing the labels and estimating the prices.
After taking his shoes off and waiting for Matt to come back, which was taking him way too long, Jason walked into the kitchen to see Matt having taken out every bottle there was. He was placing them on the counter, studying them.
Matt was embarrassed. Really embarrassed.
“Er, what are are you doing?”
“I’m looking at what there is, I was going to take the-..”
Jason walked over to the counter and grabbed a raspberry absolut vodka. He held it by the neck and waved it in front of Matt. “I’ll make the drinks, you put this shit back,” he was laughing at this point, “You’re a fucking weirdo.”
“Oh, fuck yeah.” Matt said, matter-of-factly.
After sitting, sipping their drinks and talking on the couch for about an hour, Matt found himself getting, and moving, closer and closer to Violet. It seemed natural.
“So, Violet,” he started.
“Jason - that’s kind of, more intimate - I like it.”
“No it’s not, shut up! What were you going to ask?”
Matt wanted to know everything about Jason. He wanted to ask him about his first pet and his favourite childhood memory. He wanted to ask about his biggest fear and what he does on a saturday morning, ask about his mom and whether she would like him or not. Just everything.
“I don’t know, I’m attempting to keep the conversation going.” He muttered out.
“Am I that boring?” The smaller boy laughed.
“No, you just make it hard to talk.”
“Well, thanks for that.”
“No, fuck, not like that.” Matt stuttered on his words, “It’s just… I just.. You’re quite…” Fuck, “You’re intimidating. Not in the bad way.”
“Is that supposed to be flattering?” Jason held his hand over his heart mockingly.
Matt unconsciously moved closer to his petite companion and rested Jason’s legs on his lap. Jason wasn’t paying attention either, instead, he leaned his head closer to Matt’s shoulder.
“What I’m saying is that you’re-”
The click of a key startled them both and Jason quickly pulled his legs off Matt’s warm lap. Confused, Matthew instantly felt like something was wrong and moved slightly away from the boy sitting next to him.
As Trixie walked through, he instantly shouted for Matt to help him unpack the stuff. Jason felt really out of place.
“I’ll just leave your stuff here, Trix, I’ll see you later.” Jason started getting up to leave, he didn’t want to disturb the homely atmosphere which was forming around the assumed couple.
“What? No, stay, I bought Chinese for tonight.”
“No it’s really okay,” Jason started, but Trixie looked at him disapprovingly, so he sat back down.
It turns out, that Jason giggling like a girl is something Matt would happily experience every day.
“So, what have you two been up to while I was shopping?”
Before Trixie even finished his sentence, Jason replied with an instant, “Nothing!”
Matthew laughed nervously, maybe there was something more to the two untucked drag queens in front of him. Maybe that’s why Jason didn’t want to be seen so close next to him. He felt hurt.
As they ate the Chinese, Matt kept on slurping whilst eating his noodles. Jason kept on nudging him to stop but this only encouraged the unmannerly behaviour, increasing the amount of tiny splatter stains on the couch and the volume of the annoying sound. They were both giggling and kicking each other’s feet and Trixie just smiled as he picked up all the rubbish. The others didn’t even manage to notice as he walked out.
Whilst cleaning up in the kitchen, he overheard the whooping of pillows coming from the living room and a high pitched scream, assumingly coming the smaller boy. This was followed by even more tittering and begging to stop.
At some point, Jason jumped on Matt’s back and started throwing fake punches at his shoulder blades. They completely forgot that Trixie was in the next room.
Trixie thought that he should be somehow offended that his two friends forgot about him. In spite of that, he was too happy to be bitter. The other two deserved a break and Trix thought they would be good for each other. Even if it’s just for laughing on the couch.
Somehow, Matt ended up on top of Jason tickling his sides and making his tiny figure shake and squeal. Again, all that was going through Matt’s head was that he could get used to this.
It had gotten to the point where Jason had tears running down his cheeks, screeching to be let go.
There were three opened bottles of vodka on the table. The guys were telling each other old, embarrassing stories about their lives.
It was getting late and the booze was slowly starting to set in. Trixie was tired, or so he told his friends, and made his way to bed. The two others tried to make him stay but he thought they’d be better left alone.
“Well, I’m gonna get going, it’s nearly morning,” began Jason, “It was nice seeing you again, Matt.” He over pronounced his words, doing his best to imitate being sober.
“No-o! Only because someone,” Matt looked at Trixie, “Is a puss-y who can’t hold his dr-ee-nk, doesn’t mean you have to go!” He was hiccuping and opening his mouth too wide to be clearly understood. The younger boy couldn’t help but stare at his lips, which he puckered as he asked Jason to stay.
Jason didn’t want to be left alone, drunk, with Matt. He didn’t want to do that to Trixie, even though he didn’t know what was actually happening. Before he could stand up, Matt was laying across his lap, mumbling into the pillow and mock crying for him to not leave him alone. The bigger guy couldn’t be easily lifted Jason just groaned sarcastically.
“Goodnight, ladies, make sure I don’t have to bleach the couch tomorrow.”
Jason laughed at a stupid impersonation of Big Ang that Matt was doing, deep voice and exaggerated eye narrowing. He reached for the vodka the moment it left Matt’s lips; now that Trixie was gone they weren’t behaving half as well as the did prior.
They sat cross-legged, their legs overlapping and Matt’s head on his shoulder. Sitting in silence, they both realised how comfortable they were with each other. They noticed between themselves, how close they allowed themselves to be after not having known each other for long at all. It was new to both of them.
Matt watched Jason as he tilted his head back, the smooth line of his throat exposed and he suddenly had the urge to kiss it. He wanted to leave love bites on it, claim his territory… He watched as Jason’s adam’s apple bopped when he drank from the bottle and his thoughts consumed him. He was almost admiring the motion. But for now he had to settle on just nuzzling into Jason’s neck. This made them both smile.
Matt took the bottle from Jason and sat it between his legs, holding it with one hand to keep it from spilling.
His other arm moved behind the boy next to him and in this moment, they realised they were cuddling.
“I can’t,” Jason whispers, “It’s not fair on Trix.”
Matt narrows his eyes in confusion, burning them into Jason. They’re only half opened but very much in focus. “What?”
He was confused. It did seem like there was something between Violet and Trixie. Jason and Trixie. But Matt was wondering why Trixie would leave them alone if there was anything between them. Wouldn’t he be worried that leaving the two, drunk, could lead to something? Matt was really worried that, maybe, Trixie trusted him enough to stay in his lane and he instantly felt guilt filling him up.
“You and Trixie seem to be getting along well…”
“We’ve been friends for nearly ten years, it would be kind of weird if we didn’t,” Matt laughed.
“Friends?” Jason felt, oddly, relieved.
“Yeah, he’s my bestfriend. What did you think?” he suddenly came to the realisation of what this whole thing must have looked like, “Oh God, no!”
“It seemed like it.” Violet sighed.
“No, oh God, no, I love him but…” he grabbed Jason’s legs and turned them both to face each other. As he did so, he rested both of his hands on Jason’s small-boned knee’s. “It’s not like that.”
At the same time as his cheeks were turning crimson, Jason’s head was feeling dizzy and he knew it wasn’t purely because of the buzz. The edges of his lips curved shyly and he felt so exposed to Matt right now, who was eyeing him as if he was the most beautiful thing in the world. Jason felt like the most beautiful thing next to the man.
“I’ve gotta go,”
“No, please… Sorry if I did something-…”
“No, no,” Jason didn’t know how to phrase himself, his head was all over the place, “I don’t want…” Stop looking at me like that I can’t concentrate, “I don’t want this to be a drunk thing, again. So maybe…”
“It’s not a drunk thing.” Matt blurted out before the other boy could continue, “Besides, it’s late, I don’t want you to get hurt and… Yeah.”
“Is that what it is?” Jason teased, “You’re not just wanting me to sleep with you?”
“Well, depends what you mean by sleeping, but I’m thinking that can come a bit later.” The older boy laughed.
Rolling his eyes, the petite boy smirked. He quickly got up off the couch, pretending to not be phased by how much his head was spinning, and walked to the door.
“Come on,” Matt moaned, “I can’t have you dying. I want to see you again.” He was holding onto Jason’s arm as if his life depended on it.
“I mean it. If you get hurt, I swear to-”
Jason put his hand on Matthew’s face jokingly, making him shut up. He slid his hand down his face drunkenly and rested it on his neck. Then he proceeded to kiss Matt’s cheek. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”