Unaccepted

Chapter 19: Wine

TW: ALCOHOL USAGE, SMUT
Roman's POV:

Besides Anxiety acting odd for the past month and a half, Logan has been acting weird all morning. After breakfast, Anxiety was the first to leave. Patton then left to clean up, and I waited for Logan to leave, because he usually leaves right after Anxiety or after Patton goes in the kitchen with our dishes and silverware.

"Hey Logan, you good?" I asked. It took him like 10 seconds to answer.
"Oh, sorry. Yes I am indeed 'good'. I am just a bit stressed and overworked, that's all"
"Cool. Okay bud, see ya." I said as I sank to my room. I feel like I should be able to walk, but I'll give it a few days or until tomorrow night. Something still seems off about him though.

Logan's POV (2:30 am):

I don't believe that anyone else is awake. I could not sleep, and I was a little parched. I tiptoed downstairs, making sure my door didn't make a sound. I looked in the refrigerator to find food I didn't particularly want to eat or any beverages I wanted to drink. I looked in the cabinet to see an entire bottle of wine, unopened. Hmm, Thomas has drunken alcohol before, and it made me mostly speechless. What would happen if I drank it myself?

I grabbed it and a wine glass. I opened it and poured some. I took a few sips. Wow, why does this wine taste so... good? I poured more, and drank the whole glass. I then had realized I had drunken 3 whole glasses. I then cleaned off the dish and put it away. Maybe I should stop...

I grabbed the whole bottle and drank and drank without stopping, or also known as "chugging" it. Soon it was... empty.

I giggled to myself. What a silly boy, hehe
I wanted to watch a movie or something with Pat. Is he awake? Who knows, lemme check...

I didn't knock, so I accidentally banged my head against his oddly cool looking door. He then opened it and I stumbled into him and he caught me.
"Oh I almost fell... You should've let me fall"
"What? Why?"
"So I could say I fell... for you"
"Logan, why're you acting to weird?"
"Haha, there's this thing downstairs..."
"What?" He said sleepily.
"Did you just wake up, Daddy?"
"......yes?"
"Coolio, can we *hic* watch something, Pat?"
"Are you drunk?"
"Maybe. I don't know. Who cares?!"
"Shhhh, don't yell..." Pat told me.
"Awwwwww why?" I whined.
"Because it's 4 am" he whispered.

"What in tarnation is going on out here?" I heard Roman say.
"Oh, hey Roman. Do you like cheesecake?" I asked.
"Sure.....? Why do you ask?"
"Because... actually I don't know. Haha, oh well." I said.
"Ummmmm..." Roman mumbled.
"Oh wait, how does Spongebob cook food UNDERWATER?" I asked. Really tho, how?
"It's a TV show. It's supposed to be... illogical, sorry for the pun. You've asked this before" Roman said.
"He's drunk" Patton said. I giggled.
"Okay, I'm going back to bed..." Roman shut his door and I looked at Pat.

"You're cute" I said, smiling.
"W-what?" Patton said. I stumbled and Patton caught me, once again.
"L-Logan, you need some r-rest"
"Okay" I said as he led me to his bed and lied me down.
"Yay!! I get to sleep with Patton!!"
"Shh, okay" He said. He seemed so serious.

Patton's POV:

I sat next to Logan laying down on my bed.
He nuzzled closer to me, burying his face into my shoulder. I felt myself blush a little. I've always wanted this...
"Pat?" He mumbled.
"Mhmm"
"You smell like raspberries. I like raspberries."
"Okay, thanks"
"Do you love me?" He asked.
"What?"
"Do you *hic* love me?"
"Umm..."
"Well, I love you. You're so cool, with your funny self and funny jokes. I don't tell or show you, but some of your jokes are actually funny, I just don't show it"

I was at a loss of words. He actually likes my jokes? I know he's drunk, but isn't drunk words just sober thoughts?
"Ummm... thanks, Lo"
"No problamo" he said. The lack of logical things or smart things he's saying is cute.
"Kiss me?" He asked.
"W-what?"

If I kissed him, he'd be mad in the morning, but even though I truly want to, I can't. He then kissed my chest.
"Please?" He pouted. I didn't say anything, just stared at him with mouth wide. I then closed it, realizing it was open.

He randomly swooped in and kissed me on the lips very passionately. I couldn't hold back anymore, I melted into the kiss like chocolate. That's what he smelled like. White chocolate. We pulled away for air.
"So you do love me back, hehe?"
"Yep. I sure do, Lo" I said, smiling and blushing.

He pulled me closer and kissed me on the lips again. He then climbed on top of me and pulled away for air, so did I. He then started licking my body. He started with my neck, then dragged his way up to my forehead. I giggled.
"Logan, you need to sleep" I said. He'll be so ticked if he found out in the morning. He's very lustful when he's drunk... then again I've never seen him drunk before until now...

    I noticed his pants as he giggled.
"No, Pat. I want to hang out with you! You're so cuddly and fun!" He giggled again. What's wrong with his... penis? OH MY GOODNESS HE'S HAVING A BONER!!!! Shoot, what do I do?

    He then passionately kissed me again, but clenched my hips and it made me moan, so he slipped his tongue inside and I let it explore my mouth. I then clenched his hip and he moaned, so my tongue explored his mouth. He tastes like wine, eww. So he used wine, luckily it wasn't beer. We sides made a deal to not conjure up beer.

    We pulled away and panted for air. He got his face real close to me, only to rub his nose back and forth with mine, then giggled.
"I love you Pat, I really do" he finally plopped down next to me on my bed.
"I love you too, Lo" I said as we both smiled.
"I'm just too afraid to ever tell you"
"How come?"
"Well, I don't think anyone will ever take me seriously if I love someone... so I never confessed..."
"Don't ever think that! But you'll regret this in the morning"
"Ok" he said.

    He nuzzled closer into my stomach, even though I was sitting up, it would've been easier for him to lay his head on... my penis, but I'm glad he didn't... I scooted down so he could actually comfortably lay on my stomach. He nuzzled closer, as if he was any farther away he'd lose me.

    A few minutes later, I felt his weight get heavier. I tilted my head up and saw him asleep. Does he sleep with his glasses on usually? Who knows, he'll wake up with them on, because I'm too tired to take them off myself. Soon, I drifted off into sleep.