talking bodies. (mileven au)

one.

"i fucking hate him," el spewed, waving around the half empty bottle of vodka as she tried to walk the lines of the patterned rug in mike's basement.

the equally as miserable boy stole the bottle from her loose clutches before agreeing, "yeah, well, i hate him, too!"

el wobbled, straying from the line she was trying to balance on. she huffed and threw herself on to the couch next to her best friend. "i hate her," she spoke, her eyes clouded with drunken rage.

"i hate her, too," he mirrored again. he drank from the bottle, thankful that his house was empty for the weekend. it would be a lot harder for the two of them to bask in the fucked soap opera they were living in if his parents and sister were around. it would also have been a lot harder swiping a bottle from his parents liquor cabinet if they were around.

the brunette rested her head on his shoulder. "i hope they fucking die," she whispered, this time her voice was softer and reflected the pain she felt (despite how condescending her words might be).

it was only 3 hour prior that the set of best friends learned of their significant others' infidelity... to each other.

yes, mike's girlfriend and el's boyfriend cheated on them with each other. it would seem el and mike's insistence on going on so many double dates had consequences.

"it's so fucked up," he exhaled deeply, passing the bottle back to the girl. "i could kill him," he growled, clenching his jaw.

el brought the bottle back to her pouty lips to take a few long gulps, hoping to speed up the process. her face soured at the taste, but she forced herself to swallow.

the bottle was continuously passed between to pair of friends until it was drained of its last sip and they were completely wasted.

"oh, and his dick, it was so fucking small. i hope she enjoys coddling his third pinky every time he gets turned on from watching game of thrones!" el shouted out, laying on the floor next to the curly-headed boy she's known since kindergarten.

his mouth gaped, "what the fuck? she cheated on me for a shrimp dick? are you fucking kidding me?"

el giggled at his insult and she nodded. "and he's bad in bed. i don't know what i ever saw in him."

"yeah, i never liked mason either," mike agreed with a slight slur, knocking his arm against hers as he moved his hands when speaking.

she sat up abruptly, "oh, and you think i liked sophie? i fucking hated that bitch! even before i saw her making out with my boyfriend in the chipotle parking lot! you have the worst taste in girls, mike!"

"you're one to fucking talk. remember greg? the one that was obsessed with cartoon porn? yeah, you really hit the jackpot with that creep!" he laughed, recalling how much he hated the blonde boy she dated sophomore year.

she raised a finger and corrected, "his name was george and it was anime!"

"same fucking thing!" he snapped back, not actually angry but just extra enthralled from the substantial amount of alcohol coursing his veins.

she shrugged and laid back down on the floor, resting her head on his arm. "okay, well, what about nina? god, i hated her."

"what was wrong with nina? she-" he cut himself off, realizing that no redeeming qualities came to mind in regards to the russian foreign exchange student that he dated for three months the previous school year.

el giggled at his silence. "yeah, she what? she was terrible. she ignored me every time i was around. you know, i spent a week thinking she didn't know english. turns out she was just fucking rude! and don't act like you ever liked her, you only dated her because she was shaped like kylie jenner and you're a pig."

"why are you insulting me?! i'm in a state of despair!" he complained, pushing her head away from his shoulder and causing it to drop on the ground.

el gasped. "you asshole! that hurt!" she yelled, sitting back up and rubbing the back of her head.

when she got up from the floor and unsteadily made her way to the retro-looking sofa, he frowned. "why did you leave me?"

she glared at him. "because you're a dick," she simply replied, grabbing the bottle off the coffee table just to rediscover it's emptiness.

mike pushed himself off the ground and joined his best friend, wiggling himself close to her just to annoy her. "and you're a princess," he remarked with a smirk, knowing she found the pet-name revolting. he chuckled when her button nose flared, proving her aggravation. "a temperamental princess, i see."

"stop calling me that!" she bit, loathing the stupid nickname her father would call her.

never one to submit to his best friend's failed attempts of intimidating him, he continued provoking the petite brunette," oh, but why? is the pretty, little princess gonna pout?"

she exhaled deeply before suddenly sitting up, splaying her hand on the lanky teenager's chest to boost her own leverage over him. "you're getting on my fucking nerves, mike," she warned, pressing her palm firmly against the dark emerald material of his crew neck.

he didn't even notice the way his hand reached for her hip to keep her from falling on top of him. "princess is feisty, huh?" he dared her.

she huffed, pushing him even further into the couch. "stop it!" finally, he pushed against weak force, causing her to slip off of her knees and onto his lap. her breath caught in her throat when she noticed the close proximity of their faces. the fury fled her eyes when they dipped down to land on his plump, parted lips.

as if the same gears were turning in his drunken mind, his hands caressed her sides and guides her legs to rest beside his waist so that she was straddling him. her breaths were growing heavier as certain ideas began tainting her mind, and before she knew what she was doing, her hands were clutching the sides of his perfectly chiseled face.

"what are you doing?" he whispered, his breathlessness very evident.

she tucked her lower lip between her teeth and shrugged, "i don't know." his hands rubbed against her toned thighs, feeling a sudden appreciation for her baby blue mini skirt. her eyes flickered down to the sinful motion of his defined hands and then back up to his lustful orbs. "what are you doing?"

"no fucking clue," he admitted, pushing his forehead against hers. deciding to test the waters, the girl subtly pushed her hips down against him and when a faint moan from his cherry-turned lips, she smiled. "fuck, don't do that," he urged, some sober part of him (buried deep, deep down) knowing this wasn't right.

"you like it?" she tainted, rolling her hips against him again and getting the same reaction.

"el, shit, stop," he groaned despite moving his hands to her hips to keep her in place.

overcome by desire, she pushed her lips against his. there was nothing soft or tender about the kiss, just pure need. his tongue immediately dove past her lips to hers, defiling her mouth in the most wicked of ways. she continued rocking her hips, moaning into his mouth as she felt his bulge rubbing against her crotch.

she breathlessly pulled away from the heated embrace to put in one single whimpered request, "fuck me, mike."

a/n: oh shit, yeah so smut next chapter my dudes!!! oh btw this is just my second acc for smut books bc i didn't want to rob any children of any innocence on my main (such a saint, ik!!!) haha so yeah!! thx, x!