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[Matthew Waylan]

Matt looked down on Ethan as he started to shiver. Was he cold? What was wrong with him? Was it a side effect of being drunk? Matt smiled before giving Ethan a small hug. “ Are you cold?” Because Matt wouldn't want that at all would he?

Matt smiled at Ethan as he began to speak and used his hands while speaking. “Juice stains realllllllllly bad. She needs to get it out as soon as possible.” Matt laughed a bit, still slightly amused at the thought of the girl getting drenched with juice. “ You didn't get any on you did you? It would have to come out then.” Matt giggled and wondered where the juice spilled on the other teen. Matt laughed right out as Ethan began to badmouth his friend. “ No, No I told you he was chasing after the Holy blond!” Matt giggled a bit. “ You need to learn to listen mister.”

Listening was something that Matt was excellent at.

As Matt basically ran away from the older teen he kept thinking the same thing over and over. He stole my first kiss. It doesn't make sense. Why would he do that? All were thoughts that kept running through his head as he weaved through the masses of people and their lives. It was just confusing.

Matt was completely unaware of what Ethan was doing following him. He was more focused on finding someplace to think. He kept turning and turning, looking fro someplace but had yet to find somewhere. What happened to his light happy mode?

Matt just about jumped when Ethan began to speak. Pouting Matt frowned and squirmed as Ethan's arm wrapped around him. He looked back at him and contemplated saying something but bit his tongue instead squirming more. “You kissed me.” Honestly Matt didn't understand why.

Matt found that he was held tight in the arm of Ethan. It was obvious he wasn't going anywhere. When a drink was put in Matt's hand he downed it, hoping to get back to that light mode he was in only seconds before. Feeling himself lighten up a bit Matt smiled. The smile turned into a frown as Ethan bit his earlobe. Wincing Matt gave an even bigger frown. “ Hey what was that forr?” Matt barely had time to react before Ethan had his shirt unbuttoned and his hands were roaming.

When Ethan's hands touched a certain spot on him Matt doubled over. “D...Don't..” Matt was trying not to laugh. “ Please not there.” Yes Matt was ticklish and when Ethan didn't stop, soon Matt was laughing uncontrollably. “stoppppppppppp Ethan stopppp Please?” Matt gave his best puppy eyes towards the older boy. Maybe he would stop?

[Ethan White]

Ethan totally did not expect Matt to notice his shiver. As it was, he initially would’ve preferred for it to go unnoticed as not only was it weird, it was also rather embarrassing. He was all but ready to dispel Matt away, shaking his head to say it’s nothing, when he felt Matt’s arms around him. “Not anymore,” he giggled chuckled.

He should stop feeling like such a teenage girl.

A small whine escaped him as Matt let go, pouting slightly as he continued talking about the whole juice incident. “Matt, it’s not like I have a change of clothes for her,” the older boy shook his head with a grin, “Nope. But I won’t mind if you spill some on me. Just as long as you’d clean me up afterwards.” And he’s back with his old, dorky self. “Fine. He’s chasing after the Holy Blonde only because the Toothed One’s chasing after him. Salvation, he’s looking for it.”

If him chasing after Matt’s any indication, Ethan’s ears need some serious cleaning.

Ethan’s smirk simply got wider as he felt Matt squirm beneath him. While the boy’s built, Ethan’s been working out some and he’s fairly sure his arms can hold the boy in place no matter what. “So? Is that wrong?” Without warning, Ethan went in for another one, this time taking a bit longer than before. “Don’t tell me you didn’t like that? Even Braxton says I kiss better than him.”

Not really. Then again, Brax never admits Ethan’s better than him in anything.

Believing that acting innocent would help him get into Matt’s pants faster, Ethan replied with his own puppy eyes, smiling sweetly as he moved down Matt’s neck, planting kisses as his hands continued to travel down south. “Make me,” he winked, putting his ears on Matt’s chest as he listened to the boy laugh some more.

[Braxton Carson]

If you ever ask Braxton what has he been up to, he will always say something not that different from: the usual. And it's completely true. Braxton is as predictable as they get. He was always chasing a girl, most likely blonde, getting in trouble for being to quick to conclude things, attempting to make his life considerably easier by cheating and last but definitely not least, trying his best to expand what he calls the church of Braxton Carson, which is, of course, convince everyone he is the coolest guy on Earth, the last Pepsi in the desert and the most beautiful stud God has ever make.

So, what has Braxton been doing since he left the other two boys? Exactly that. Which of course was not surprising. It wasn't surprising either that he ran across the crowd of people, very un-swiftly and using his power to make a path for him, and finally stumbled/crashed into Ethan and his charity-case of a friend.

"We're leaving now!" He exclaimed and started to push Ethan towards the door. "Come'on, come'on now." Noting that he was being unusually hard to move, he went ahead and pushed him lightly with his power too, and turned to see who he was looking at. "Oh, you. You have to go now too. You should. Like now."

In an act of solidarity, he grabbed Ethan's black-haired friend by his hand and pulled him while pushing Ethan forward with his other hand and mentally opening a crowd in the path with his powers. It's not like he's specially adept at power-using while drunk, obviously not, but the rush of adrenaline that had been in his system for the past minute or two had momentarily sobered him up. Soon enough they were outside the place and Braxton was already whistling at whatever pair of lights passed around, hoping any of them were cabs.

"Oh God, here he comes." He said as a bulky guy came out the door and started to walk towards the trio with a menacing face. "Do you know who that is?" He pointed at the guy and went back to try to motion/summon a cab towards them. "Fricking Bertha's boyfriend! Who's coming to kill me and probably you too, Shyguy, for dancing with her." Snapping his fingers, the bulky heavy weight lifter tripped and fell in his face. "Ok, maybe just me after he saw her giving me head in the bathroom." Finally a cab parked in front of them. "Oh God finally." He pushed the two boys in the back seat and jumped afterwards. "Freaking GO! NOW!"

The cab accelerated and in a couple of seconds, they were far away from the place and safe from a beat-down. Braxthon sighed. His luck had been with him this time as usual.

"Well that was close." He said while he finally started to relax in the back seat, letting his head slightly fall towards Ethan's shoulder who was in the center of the three. "Wake me up when we're there."

[Matthew Waylan]

One thing about Matt was that he noticed the small things. Now, if he was regular old Matt and not drunk Matt then he might not have acted on those small incidents that he noticed. For instance he most likely would not have given Ethan a hug when he shivered and most likely would not have even talked to him. “Good.” Matt slowly buried his nose in Ethan's hair and proceeded to snuggle him. Honestly, Ethan should be glad Matt is drunk.

Otherwise, he wouldn't stand a chance in hell of getting him.

When Ethan began to combat his words Matt frowned. “ I know, but juice is really hard to get out of your clothes, you have to use a special detergent and everything.” Yea, so Matt was demonstrating his knowledge of laundry work and washing clothes. You couldn't blame him though. He is drunk after all. As Ethan continued to talk Matt frowned once more. “Why would I clean you up? Your perfectly capable of cleaning yourself up.” Matt giggled as Ethan began to talk about the chasing of the holy blonde by Braxton. “Your right! He likes the chase~” Matt giggled again and ruffled Ethan's hair yet again.

Eventually Matt would get Ethan to listen. At least he hoped so.

Matt had continued to squirm in Ethan's arms. He really just wanted to be left alone to think. When Ethan had the gall to ask if that was wrong Matt nodded. “Yes it is wro...” Before Matt could finish Ethan came closer and gave him another kiss, this one longer then the other. What was he thinking? Ethan was his next door neighbor, and Matt was not Ethan's boyfriend. Matt kept quiet, his good mood gone as Ethan basically began to brag. “I highly doubt he would tell you.”

Braxton just didn't seem like the type of person to admit someone was better then him.

Matt was out of breath because Ethan would not stop tickling him. Couldn't he see he couldn't breathe any more? And besides, Matt was starting to feel weird. You don't normally tickle a person that far down do you? Panting and out of breath Matt managed to get out the words to Ethan. “ Please stop... It tickles!” that was all that Matt could get out before he burst into laughter again.

Matt was being tortured by Ethan until the two were approached by Braxton.Then and only then did he stop what he was doing. Ethan still had a very firm grip on Matt and it was obvious Ethan was not going to let go, but the tickling had ceased. Catching his breath he was aware that Braxton was saying something important. Something about going.

Leaving? Why were they leaving?

Before he could react he was grabbed by the hand and being pulled. It felt as if he himself wasn't moving but something else was moving him. He did notice though that Ethan was coming along. He wasn't sure how he felt about this but before he knew it they were out of the door and down by the curb.

Braxton seemed to be in a rush and seemed to be very nervous. Matt wondered just what exactly was going on. Before he would ask what was going on Matt saw it. A big bulky person coming towards them. Then of course Braxton answered the question that was forming on Matt's lips. “The Leech's?” Matt tried to think but couldn't. He hadn't done anything with the Leech. It was all for Braxton. Why was he being pursued? Matt honestly didn't know. All he knew was that the cab better get there soon.

Then Braxton said the words that explained it all. Well that certainly was a reason for him to come after him. Matt sincerely hoped the cab was coming soon. He vaguely remembered he would have to deal with this on Monday, but at the moment he was too scared to do anything. Anything except get directly in the ca as soon as it came.

“ Oh thank you.” Matt was extremely happy as the cab sped away from the party, away from the blob. It really was lucky he had tripped. Smiling he looked over at Ethan and giggled at the sight of a sleeping Braxton leaning on Ethan's shoulder.“He is like a big little kid!”

[Ethan White]

Apparently Matt wasn’t in the mood to let Ethan regain his dignity and compose himself as a nineteen-(soon turning twenty) year old boy. Nope. If anything, the brunette degenerated even further back, grinning and giggling as the taller boy snuggled him close and buried his nose on his hair. Never had he been so happy that someone’s taller than him. “I can live with this,” muttered the boy, burying his face in Matt’s chest.

Amazing how alcohol can make the man forget about his girlfriend.

“Well you’re the one who seems to be hell bent on getting me dirty. You have to take responsibility for cleaning me up after.” Oh how Ethan would love that. And oddly enough, Ethan doesn’t really mind Matt’s rather obscure knowledge of housework. If he wasn’t all drunk and determined to simply get inside the boy’s pants, he’d be laughing about how much they have in common. (Chris never does anything in the house and Brea’s much of a princess to work; sad really). “I don’t think running from Old Toothed One is ever fun.”

A satisfied smile appeared on the boy’s face when Matt didn’t speak after his second kiss. Sure he didn’t seem all at peace with it yet, but Ethan wasn’t expecting him to give in already anyway. As long as he knows he’s making progress, he’s good. And with the way things are going, the boy’s fairly confident things’ll go according to plan.

So much for not patting himself on the back.

“Not a strong enough argument my dear Waylan,” he smirked, slowly leading Matt to a corner as his left hand continued to tickle him as his other moved on to work on the boy’s pants. “And true, Brax wouldn’t admit to anything. I haven’t tried kissing him deeply before anyway.”

He was all but ready to get down and dirty stuff on with Matt when Braxton made his dramatic entrance. And with his hormones on overdrive, Ethan didn’t bother hiding his irritation with the boy’s interruption. “What is up with you Carson?” he growled, trying to resist the push but obviously failing. Since when did he become so adept with his powers anyway?

Thank goodness the boy included Matt in the escape party. Heavens knows what Ethan would’ve done if Brax insisted they leave the hot teen behind. “You’re such a cockblocker, you know that?” he whispered, his hands never once leaving Matt’s.

He happily complied a few seconds after, but then something caught his eye. “Wait up,” he said, leaning down quick to grab a familiar black notebook, tucking it between his arms. “I’ll hold it for now, ok sexy?”

Ethan didn’t even had a chance to see who the guy after them was. Within moments, he found himself being shoved to the cab and on to his apartment. “Oh he is. I even do his laundry for him,” laughed Ethan, shaking his head as he gave Brax’s hair a quick ruffle, “It’s like I’m a single mom really.” With a shrug, he wrapped one arm over the Carson boy, settling him in place, while the other went around Matt’s waist as Ethan placed his head on his chest. “Sleepy?”

The cab trip didn’t take all too long, not with Brax’s power giving them quite the boost. And though Ethan still had his wallet with him, he sneakily grabbed his best friend’s and happily used the boy’s money to pay for the tab. “He’s the one who called the cab anyway,” he told Matt as they carried the unconscious boy up his apartment.

After settling Braxton down his beloved couch and even giving him a goodnight kiss on the forehead, Ethan hastily dragged the Waylan teen to his bedroom, grinning as he pinned him on his door. “Now where were we?”

[Matthew Waylan]

Matt smiled and continued to snuggle Ethan, content to just stay like that for a while. When he heard Ethan speak up he giggled. “ Whatcha say?” Matt giggled again and pat Braxton on the head before letting him out of the hug. “We will see.” With Ethan shorter then him Matt was amused by the whole situation really. “Why?”

Matt was genuinely curious about why he would want to.

“ Your the one getting yourself dirty!” Matt giggled. “ But if I do get you dirty, you'd still have to clean yourself up.” Matt laughed again and looked back at the smaller boy. Just what would Matt be getting into when Ethan said Matt would be getting him dirty. He was sure he could find a way to get him cleaned up, after all Matt was the one who did most of the housework at the moment. It couldn't be that hard could it? “ Hm, it seems fun to Leech.” Matt giggled. “Poor Braxton.”

Honestly, Matt was still to stunned to speak. Not only did he take his first kiss but also his second. He just didn't get why. Ethan had to have a reason.. right? He didn't normally go around kissing random people did he? Matt certainly hoped not. But then what did that make him? This was starting to make his head hurt. Frowning he grabbed another drink and downed it wondering what would happen next.

Matt really didn't have a clue.

Matt had squirmed once again as Ethan continued to tickle him, leading him to the corner. Before Matt knew it he was up against the wall, giving Ethan total control.” Pleas...please?” Matt got out again as Ethan kept and continued t move his hands. Though, he was almost positive you don't tickle someone that far down. Matt frowned as Ethan continued to keep him in place Really it was a little pathetic then that Matt was unable to move. He did have a pint though. Braxton just did not seem like the type of person to let a guy kiss him. Let alone his best friend. “ So?”

Matt was barely registering anything other then the fact that he could finally breath again when Braxton came in and started pulling Ethan away. He did hear the boy however and giggled. “ What's wrong Ethan? You mad about being thwarted?” Matt gave the slightest of smirks and bent over catching his breath.

When Matt was included in the said escape party, he was surprised but was ushered out of the party before he could really think why. It seemed though that Ethan's hands had never left his. Hearing him Matt smirked again. “ No he isn't. he is saving us from being pummeled.” Matt giggled. He really didn't want to be pummeled.

Matt went along with Braxton and Ethan before he was stopped and pulled along by Ethan in a different direction for only a few seconds. Seeing the object his eyes lit up and he smiled yet again. “My notebook!” Giggling Matt went t take it back but was stopped by Ethan tucking it under his arms again. Frowning Matt tried to get a hold of it. “ Can I have it? Please? I want it!” Matt decided he wanted the notebook.

Moving toward Ethan, while being simultaneously pulled outside and towards the cab Matt latched onto his arm. He really did want his notebook back. Giggling a bit more Matt nuzzled his head on Ethan's shoulder. “Can I have it? Please Ethan?” Matt smiled and gave Ethan his best puppy eyes, that normally, not a single person would be able to resist.

Pushed into a the cab against the farthest window Matt smiled and sat down. “ He doesn't know how to do his laundry?” Matt giggled at the sight of Ethan ruffling Braxton's hair. It was semi adorable. “ He must give you a lot of troubles then.” When Ethan's hand and arm wrapped around him again Matt giggled and flinched as it touched the spot where he was very ticklish. “ Nooooo” Matt giggled and moved Ethan's' hand so it wasn't in the one spot.

Matt was surprised as they got to their destination albeit fast. He giggled as Ethan grabbed the wallet of Braxton. “He did, though its his own fault for falling asleep.” Matt smiled and held onto the sleeping boy, who was apparently passed out. Matt supported Braxton with Ethan as they carried him up to the apartment. Matt, though drunk had no problem carrying the blnd chasing male. It wasn't as if he was heavy. Plus Ethan was helping.With the two of them it was easy.

Matt helped Ethan set his friend down on the couch and giggled as Ethan kissed Braxton on the head. Braxton really did remind Matt of a little kid. Before Matt could leave he was basically dragged to what he assumed to be Ethan's bedroom. Feeling his breath do an intake as he was pinned against the wall. At the older boy's words Matt felt Something different. Instead of answering the other boy Matt just smiled and moved forward the tiniest bit, to capture Ethan's mouth in the softest of Kisses. Slowly pulling away Matt smiled at the other boy. “That explain it?”

[Braxton Carson]

From his deep sleep, Braxton could see the sun in his eyes and through his eyelids. Consciously, he rolled around to hide from it. Stupid Ethan didn't close the curtains. He attempted to go back to sleep. He was slowly swaying away into his deep slumber when he felt a burning heat in his neck. Usually Ethan would strip him to his underwear before putting him to sleep whenever Braxton happened to fall asleep with them, which was most of the time, however, fortunately for him, this time he still had clothes on, otherwise the fact that Ethan did not close the curtains would mean the sun would also be burning his uncovered skin just as it was burning his neck now. Stupid Ethan...

After attempting to sleep like that for another half hour, Braxton finally gave up and stood up to close the curtains, going back to the couch immediately afterwards. As soon as he lied down, though, he thought he should take advantage that he was sort of already awake and go to the bathroom to eliminate most the alcohol he had drunk last night. He peed, he washed his hands, he washed his face, he drunk a glass of water because he also felt thirsty and as he walked back to the couch, he noticed he was now completely awake. Fuck. He knew that he wouldn't fall asleep again even if he lied down and tried his hardest to sleep again. He looked at his watch, it was nine in the morning. So early. Great, now what am I going to do?

It was true that that day they were supposed to move into the Kappa-Sigma house, but that was in the afternoon. The mornings are only to sleep. He didn't even go to morning classes unless he had an exam or something. Realizing that it was obviously Ethan's fault, he walked up towards his room. If Braxton couldn't sleep now, he was not going to let Ethan sleep either.

What he saw, however, when he opened the door was just not something he could have imagined.

"What the fuck?!" He yelled as his eyes widened in complete shock at the discovery of Ethan and Matt spooning under the sheets, probably naked due to the amount of clothes in the floor around the bed. "What the fucking fuck?!"

[Ethan White]

Matt’s kiss sealed it for Ethan. Whatever trace of guilt his drunken mind has (which was rather small mind you) was completely thrown out the window. To him, it clearly means that he’s simply not taking advantage of the boy. The kiss was short and sweet, but totally not lacking in certainty. Knowing full well that the teen wants this as much as he does, Ethan pulled Matt close, capturing his mouth as he let himself be engulfed in such carnal desires.

-timetowakeup?-

Ethan was so spent. Despite being rather drunk, the events of the night were relatively clear in his head (he might’ve missed a detail or two, but he remembers the important parts) and he could definitely say that it’s one of the best he’s experienced so far. Just the memory of it all brought a smile in his still supposedly sleeping face. (He almost always never sleeps in but the arms wrapped around him were just too cozy that he’d rather not stir and move and wake the sleeping beast up).

And as for Matt’s supposed inexperience? Ethan says it totally did not show. In fact, he’d say that Matt’s seems a whole lot more skilled in this than he was. (And would claim that it’s just not the alcohol, or his big crush on the guy, talking). He knows he’s being a big jerk since he currently has a girlfriend to think about, but really, he wouldn’t mind going for a round two.

Good god it’s always the silent types, he says.

So there he was, grinning like a loony as he turned around and buried himself deeper in the taller teen’s chest, arms wrapped tightly around his frame. He was just about to snuggle some more when the door burst open, and in came an obviously hysterical Braxton.

“Brax!” he said, jumping up with eyes wide, obviously rattled, “It’s not what you-“ Well, that really won’t work. If the clutter in his floor or the musky smell in the room didn’t give that away, the sight of his supposed best friend and the ‘charity-case’ naked and cuddling would’ve been a big giveaway. Heck, even Brea would know what had happened, not that he wants his little sister to see him in such a situation anyway.

He sat up, hands extended in front of him in an effort to calm his raging best friend down. Why must did he chose to become pals with a blatant homophobic again? “Dude, you don’t have to make a scene. And please, Matt’s sleeping. Shouting’s rude.”

Why is his heart beating so fast again?

[Braxton Carson]

"WHAT." Braxton was totally freaking out, which was very noticeable not only in his voice tone and volume, but in his face expression. "THE." He was not yelling, he was just... exclaiming very loudly. "FUCK."

He was trying to make sense of everything. Was he dreaming? He had to be dreaming. Some sick dream about his mate being gay. A nightmare, actually. He tried his hardest to wake up, but he found himself frozen in the room's entrance, pretty much unable to do anything besides breathing and stare at the two guys in bed.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Braxton's vocabulary had been dramatically reduced to those words.

He just couldn't believe Ethan was in bed with another guy. It had to be drunken mistakes, right? Braxton knew these happened, even if he wasn't remembering his at the moment. But no... This just seemed different.

He could now remember how were all giggly and touchy back in the cab when he was half-passed out. God. Flashes of them kissing back in the party as he walked up to them suddenly appeared in his mind. And that time he was watching porn in Ethan's laptop and a gay porn site appeared in the browser's history. Fucking God... It all appeared to make perfect sense, but then, what about Jessica? And Andi? And that cheerleader in the frathouse the other time? Were they all hiding his homosexuality?

"What the fuck is going on?" The fact that Braxton's vocabulary had increased appeared to point out that he was no longer in midst of a freak-out. This, however, was not true.

[Ethan White]

In his defense, Ethan claims he had no idea about Braxton’s extreme homophobia when he first befriended the boy. Sure the Carson teen had the whole bad boy, ‘jerkface dickwad’, womanizer aura around him, but Ethan’s been around the same type of guys before (even slept with a few) so in his mind, it never was a tell-tale sign.

In fact, he wouldn’t have known it had Jimmie, a fratbrother, had not pranked a sleeping Braxton one time by inserting his girlfriend’s vibrator up the boy’s ass. He could’ve sworn Brax would’ve killed Jimmie had he and their other brothers not intervened. At first he dismissed the outrage due to being woken up in such a disrespectful manner, but the event made him a bit more wary of the boy and saw those little things that, well, confirmed of the boy’s hate dislike of the lifestyle.

And by then, it was a little too late to call the friendship off. Not that it ever crossed Ethan’s mind anyway.

“Calm down bro.” Despite the fact that his vocabulary hadn’t been reduced to a handful of words, Ethan still can’t find the right words to say. He could think of a dozen different explanations to appease the boy, but they’d all be lies. And he can’t lie to Brax. He figures he at least owed the guy that much.

Grabbing his discarded boxers and putting it on from under the sheets (Brax has seen him naked tons of times before, but he figures it just wouldn’t be the same now), he slipped from beneath Matt’s embrace and walked over the panicked teen, putting an arm over his shoulder and massaging it gently.

“It is what you think it is Brax,” he said simply, biting his lip slightly, “Remember that time I told you about my exes? Two of them, Alex and Sam. They’re guys.” Alex was his first boyfriend he met when he stayed over to his aunt in California for the summer when he was fifteen. Sam, on the other hand, was the senior he dated briefly two years ago.

He didn’t mean for their names to be inexplicably vague.

“This won’t change a thing, right dude?”

A guy can hope.

ooc:
SOOOO LATE. SORRY GAIZ.
- Jam

[Braxton Carson]

By reflex, Braxton immediately shook his shoulder and pushed Ethan's hand to one side shortly before shoving Ethan backwards with his hands. Braxton felt as if Ethan had lied to him this whole time. He actually trusted and cared for the guy, even if the last one didn't show that much. Finding out that Ethan was gay only made him feel like his trust had been broken. Like he had been used. Oh God. Braxton's face went white as he considered the fact that maybe Ethan had a crush on him. Because if he was irresistible to women, maybe he was to men as well.

"Oh my gooooood." Braxton initially exclaimed as Ethan explained about his ex. How was I so blind?! "OH MY FUCKING GOD!"

He couldn't just digest what was going on. Yes, it was clear that Ethan and Matt had hooked up and Ethan admitting he's had boyfriends pretty much summed up everything. It was easy, really, but it was just so hard to grasp. Maybe he was still dreaming, right? Could he wake up now? No. He hoped, but he knew this was reality.

"You lied to me!" Braxton was tempted to shove Ethan back again, but he knew that if he did, it wouldn't be as soft as the last one, he could feel anger building up inside him. "I've slept next to you for god's sake!" He could feel his blood heating up in his veins and his fists closing with strength unconsciously. "And you've seen me naked!" It was obvious Braxton was going to explode, his face was most likely reddened now. "You're a fag and you lied to me!" The volume of his voice was near yelling now. "FUCK!" He finally yelled while punching the nearest wall with his right fist. "Ugh."

His fist passed at least two centimeters into the wall, the punch had been clearly augmented by his powers. Braxton removed his hand from the shallow hole in the wall and looked at it, blood was dripping from his knuckles and he could feel the same thing he felt the time he broke his hand in a fight some years ago: an excruciating continuous pain that tried to make him scream. Swallowing saliva, he quickly covered it with his left one, even if he knew that Ethan had already seen the blood.

"Fag..." Braxton said softly as he turned around and headed to the bathroom to was his hand.

[Matthew Waylan]

Matt really was as inexperienced as they come. Somehow, in one way shape or form Matthew was able to come out of his shell. It seems though that he took a liking to a certain brown haired boy, that could always make him talk. The fact though that he got him to do more? Well that was reserved for a special sort of person. Or, it took a special kind of drink. Turns out Ethan might have just found the thing that would make Matt be well... normal.


It was because of this said drink that Matt had found himself where he was. Off in dreamland with a very naked, very much awake Ethan in his arms. Now, Matt is a heavy sleeper. Really the boy can sleep through anything.So it was no fault of his that he was entirely missing the drama going on between Ethan and his friend, what was his name again? Blissfully unaware the boy slept, still extremely tired from the night before.

Ever since Matt was adopted Dani had always been sleeping and taking naps with him. He supposed she felt safe in her big brother's arms and to tell the truth it was perfectly fine with him. It was one of the way's they had become really close siblings. In return Matt always felt as if he could protect his little sister. To him being able to close his eyes and just sleep, was a good thing. Matt was always there for when Dani needed a hug, or to just snuggle.It wasn't Dani who had come in after a nightmare this time though.

Matt did however feel the loss of warmth from the other male, though he figured it was just Dani getting up. Frowning he rolled back into the blankets, furrowing his brow at the sudden loss of warmth. He pulled the blanket up over him and snuggled into it, making sure to keep both his feet covered and his nose as well. Sorry boys Matt was not ready to wake up just yet.


Matt frowned as someone was yelling loudly. Didn't they know to shut it in the morning? People were trying to sleep after all.

Wait.

Where was he? What was the yelling? What?

You could see that Matt visibly paled as he watched a very angry boy punch the wall then walk out. What the hell just happened? Matt paled even more as he tentatively sat up and unknowingly let the blanket slip down. Why was he? Damn it...

Why couldn't he remember anything. More importantly why was he naked?

You could tell from the confusion and the paleness of the taller boy that he really didn't understand anything right at that moment. To top it off he had a splitting headache. What the hell happened last night? All that Matt really remembered was going tot he party then after drinking a few of the cups that Ethan kept handing him and handing him, everything became really blurry.

Trying to think Matt curled up into a small ball, the confusion wrought on his face. Oh. Did that? Matt blushed thinking about it. Why he even... he didn't even know.

Then it occurred to him he should go. Quietly Matt stood, hoping not to draw attention to himself and escape quietly before he was found by Ethan.

Really a six” two' naked male wont draw attention to themselves as they stand.

Nice going there Matt.

[Ethan White]

Ethan would be lying if he said he didn’t have a crush on Braxton. Because really, Braxton is Braxton and he’d insist that it’s really hard not to be charmed with the Carson boy. True, his first few deeds to get closer to the boy might’ve been fuelled by the said crush, but he’d also say that it did turn into a more platonic type of admiration, that come the time when he’s stripping the boy to his underwear after a drunken night out or sleeping next to him since the boy hogged his bed, Braxton induced no boner from him.

Nine out of ten times, at least.

And while he’s been called those words a number of times before, hearing it from Braxton somehow made it much worse than they usually were. He just seemed so hurt by what Ethan did that when he started shouting, the boy could only cower back in both fear and regret. He flinched when the boy punched a hole on the wall, but could only bite his lip as he watched his best friend walk out the door.

He was just so stunned.

Ethan just wanted to go back into bed and possibly cuddle with Matt for a bit more. He’s already done the unforgivable in Braxton’s eyes anyway, might as well enjoy it while he can (as crude as it may sound). He wasn’t really aware of his surroundings, so he promptly bumped into Matt when he turned around, the events that transpired earlier leaving him weak and making him fall down the floor.

“Oh god Matt, you’re awake,” he said, just a little embarrassed, “I…uhh, well.” Can’t the heavens give him a break? He just went through a destructive argument with his best friend, now he has to deal with his girlfriend’s best friend who he just slept with?

Oh shit. Right. Matt is his girlfriend’s best friend.

Fuck.

Trying to hide the panic that suddenly washed over him, Ethan scrambled to stand up, offering Matt a friendly smile and a hand to help him get up. “Did Braxton wake you up? I’m sorry ‘bout that.” A sigh. “I haven’t made breakfast yet, so err, you can go take a shower for a bit? I promise it’ll be quick. Extra towels are in the drawer above my dresser.” He didn’t really have much need for it until Braxton ‘moved in’. “We’ll grab my car after breakfast and I could drive you home.” He gave Matt a few gentle pats on the cheek, smiling widely to hide the worry he’s feeling, before walking out to once again face the inevitable.

Braxton hasn’t left his apartment yet, has he?

ooc:
Crappy and late. Sorry.
- Jam

[Matthew Waylan]

What now? Matt looked around and realized where he was at least, not that he knew where it was in comparison to his house of course. He also saw his notebook sitting on the table. Suddenly Matt remembered some of what happened. Did he really? Matt shook his head and pulled the sheet closer to him. He really hoped he hadn't.

This is why Matt didn't socialize. He ended up in bad situations that he would much rather avoid. It just didn't feel right to be where he was right now. Matt was used to being the responsible one with Dani as a sister. This irresponsibility thing was new and Matt didn't like it. Plus it wasn't the sort of irresponsibility that was even semi fun. Matt hated to admit it but he did have fun on some of the pranks that Dani had made him incorporate into his life.

Ethan was Andi's boyfriend.


Shit.

Andi... How was he going to tell her? No. He wasn't going to tell her. Carefully Matt made a plan. He would act as if nothing happened. If anything he would deny it ever happened. That was just Matt. He didn't want to deal with this and had a feeling Andi wouldn't either. He really didn't want to think of what would happen when Andi found out. He did expect a blow out and he did expect a few things to get blown up.

Matt gulped, all the more reason not to tell Andi.

Matt was jolted out of his thoughts when Ethan bumped into him. Matt's mouth opened slightly as he realized that yes, this actually did happen.He really wished this were just a dream, no not a dream. More like a nightmare. He reached out to catch Ethan as he was falling, but was too late. Then he was left there staring at the other boy as he promptly got up and started to talk as if nothing had happened.

Matt could only stare as the older boy started talking. What happened with Braxton again? Oh yeah, there was a fist sized hole in the wall. Matt's eyes shifted from Ethan to the hole and back to Ethan. It seemed that Ethan had gotten himself into all sorts of trouble. All Matt watched was to get out of there. That would be the best thing for him.

Screw the shower.

When Ethan walked out of the door and into a different part of the apartment Matt looked around and spotted what he was looking for. Better to be clothed first before he did anything. Finally once he was properly clothed he looked around and noticed one more thing. His notebook. If he recalled correctly Ethan was holding it leverage over him. He couldn't have that could he?

Matt grabbed the notebook and tried to make it seem like he was walking to the bathroom, yawning loudly. He just wanted to escape and escape he would. Before Ethan could even know what Matt was doing he was out the door and down the stairs.

Now just to find his way home.