The groan that left his lips was over-exaggerated and loud, and he threw his head back, shutting his eyes tightly. Mat was fucked, though for completely unreasonable reasons.
"What's the matter, Bear?" called Mike, popping his head through the door of Mat's closet (which wasn't even a closet- it was a converted guest room). Mat was sat on the floor, clothes sprawled over his lap and the floor around him. He wore a deep frown, to which Mike laughed.
"Don't fucking laugh at me." Mat furrowed his eyebrows and Mike put on a fake pout, walking into the room.
"Oh, come on. What's the problem?"
"I can't find anything to wear." Mat shook his head, rolling his eyes. He looked up to Mike with furrowed eyebrows. "Don't fucking laugh, Mike, I swear to God. I know I joke about it all the time, but I really don't know what to fucking wear."
Mike hummed, looking through the racks. "Okay. I'll pick something for you." He tossed Mat a shirt, a pair of white ripped jeans and a leather jacket with the phrase "stop having fun and start praying," on it. "There you go, babe. An outfit for the party."
Mat held up the shirt. "You only picked this because it's sheer." He examined the article of clothing, noting the chiffon black fabric and patterns embroidered on it.
"Well, obviously." Mike scoffed, humming before pulling out two more articles. "Or you could wear the thrasher sweatshirt with the fur coat." He shrugged, holding the pieces up together.
"Nah, I like the sheer."
Mike rolled his eyes as he put the other clothing away. "Of course you do." Mat stood up, grabbing the clothes he needed and kicking the others to the side, deciding that he could clean up later. Mike lazily followed Mat to his bedroom, flopping down on the bed as Mat stripped himself of his shirt and pants, slipping on the ones Mike picked. "In all fairness, you do look pretty hot."
"Mhmm. I know." Mat smiled slyly at him as he slipped on his jacket, running his fingers through his hair to rid it from his face. "What about you? What are you gon' wear?"
"I'm dressed already," Mike told him, motioning towards his body with a grin.
"Mike, you're wearing basketball shorts. That's a no." Mat shook his head, walking towards Mike's dresser. It was funny, really, how Mat had an entire room full of his clothes, and Mike merely had a dresser.
"What's wrong with my shorts?" Mike asked, furrowing his eyebrows.
"We're going to a party. Wear these." Mat tossed him a sweatshirt, a black one, reading 'blackbear' on the front, and a pair of jeans.
"Oh, you can't dress yourself, but you can dress me?" Mike picked up the sweatshirt, scoffing loudly. "Is this your own merch?"
"I'm easier to undress than to dress, Mike. You know that. And yes, it is. Put it on so we can go."
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The party was loud, music blaring through speakers and people talking over the already booming reggae beats. Mike and Mat sat together on a couch off to the side, Mat's legs swung over Mike's lap and his head buried in Mike's neck. Mat pressed soft kisses to Mike's jaw, nosing at the scruff that he'd grown out.
"Baby, you can't do this in public. People are recording everywhere." Mike ran his hands softly down Mat's back, though he made no real move to stop Mat from kissing him.
Mat whined. "C'mon, Mike. Can we just do something?" he complained. Mat continued to prod Mike and press gentle kisses to his neck and the edge of his jaw.
"Bear, no. Not right now." Mike scolded, his tone collected and patient. He'd become accustomed to Mat's drunken clinginess and knew that Mat could never really keep up with the alcohol he consumed.
Mat groaned and stood up from the sofa, almost falling over. He spread his arms out to balance himself for a moment, then stood up straight and looked down at Mike. "Can we, like, dance or something?"
Mike sighed, lolling his head back on his shoulders. "Bear, would you come sit back down?" Mike asked him, staring amusedly up at Mat, who held his arms out in front of himself, waving them in a lazy attempt at dancing.
"But I wanna dance." Mat pouted, shoulders slumping as he hunched forward.
"I'll let you sit on my lap if you come back over here," Mike offered, patting his thigh in a sort of bribing manner. Mat nodded, sauntering back and flopping down on the loveseat. Mike relaxed into the couch, pulling Mat's legs back over his lap. He gave a sigh and rolled his head back against the cushions, turning his head slightly as Mat gave an amused cry.
"Ha! They're playing me at a party I'm at!" he exclaimed, slapping Mike's arm lightly. Mike shot him an entertained smile.
"Yes, they are, baby." Mike patted him on the shoulder, laughing as Mat screamed out some lyrics.
"I got the plug, I got the plug!" Mat pressed his head back on Mike's shoulders, laughing after he'd finished. He leaned into Mike, blowing against Mike's cheek to gain his attention. "Mike..." he trailed off, poking tiredly at Mike's side.
Mike raised an eyebrow, looking down to him. "What is it, baby?"
"Are you sure we can't dance?" Mat asked, pointing to the scattered groups of people dancing on the floor. Mike sighed, rubbing Mat's back in small circles.
"I don't think so, baby bear." Mat slumped against Mike and frowned. He crossed his arms, but ceased to argue or make noise at all, for that matter. Mike hated to see his baby this way, because he knew that Mat lived to party and go against all rules. Mike's mind began to sway towards getting up to dance, but not before someone began to walk over to them.
Mat gave a surprised gasp, smiling widely as a man stopped at the couch. "Snooze!" Mat cried, sitting up straighter. Snooze waved, taking a step back as he realized he was too close.
"Yo, Bear. Mike." Snooze nodded at them, blinking his hazy-looking eyes at them. His pupils were blown wide, shoulders relaxed, and voice mellow; there was no doubt he was high.
"How you doing, Snooze?" Mike nodded up at him in return, cracking a slight smile.
"Yo. Man, it's getting fucking crazy out there. I thought it was bad in here." He gestured towards the floor, the partygoers seemingly losing more and more clothing as the minutes went by. "Man, there's people doing fucking body shots out there in the dining room and kitchen."
Mike let out an internal cry, knowing what was about to come.
"Mike, Mike, Mike, can we go? Please?" Mat dragged out each syllable, putting his hand on Mike's chest. Mike sighed. "Oh, c'mon, please?"
"Somebody's gonna steal our spot." Mike shrugged, using that as his excuse.
"Snooze is gonna save it, righ', Snooze?"
Snooze nodded, grinning.
Mike rubbed at his temples, pressing against them gently. "Fine. We'll go." Mat jumped up, nearly falling over as he did so. Mike stood up after him, sighing gently. Mat pulled on his sleeve, tugging him towards the kitchen and dining area, where people surrounded the counters. "Thanks, Snooze." Mike sarcastically called over his shoulder, rolling his eyes as Snooze held up an 'OK.'
Mat stumbled over to the dining room, only steadying as Mike wrapped an arm around his waist. "Woah, there, big boy. Slow and steady," Mike reminded him, tightening his grip on Mat's waist. Mat lolled his head to the side, pressing a kiss to the underside of Mike's jaw.
"'M'fine," Mat assured him. "Just walkin' a lil' too fast." Mike gave him a skeptical look, raising his eyebrows as Mat nodded. "Mhmm."
Mat's eyes roamed over a girl on one of the counters, who was having salt licked off of her by another girl who was presumably her girlfriend. Mike furrowed his eyebrows.
"Doesn't that look fun?" Mat asked, turning his head to look at Mike, who shrugged. It probably would have been more fun-looking if Mike wasn't totally not into women, but he let the thought slide, just to appease Mat's soon-coming question. "After they're done, will you do that to me?"
"Not happening." Mike shook his head, furrowing his eyebrows as Mat pouted.
"But, Mike," Mat whined, throwing his head back as he groaned. Mike shook his head.
"Bear, I already told you, there's people taking pictures and recording everywhere. I don't want it to get out." Mike sighed, scrubbing a hand through his hair.
Mat gave a dramatic pout, crossing his arms over his chest. "Mike, c'mon, just tonight? You never have any fun."
"Mat, I wouldn't even know what to do," Mike argued. Mat rolled his eyes and cocked an eyebrow insolently.
"Don't pretend you've never done this before, Daddy," Mat whined. Mike bit his bottom lip and took another few seconds of contemplation. He looked at Mat who still had his arms crossed and was giving Mike a hopeful glance. Finally, Mike sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"All right, but we can't do anything too stupid." Mat immediately smiled excitedly and threw his arms around Mike. He kissed the side of Mike's neck, causing Mike to roll his eyes. "Baby," he warned, shooting Mat a soft glare.
Mat shrugged, pulling off of Mike and yanking him to the island in the kitchen. Only a few people were scattered around it, seeing as there was nobody lying half-naked across it. Mat slid his way up onto the hardwood, reaching beside to the side to grab a conveniently placed bottle of tequila. He smiled up at Mike, who was looming over Mat with his arms crossed. He held the bottle out to Mike, his smile shifting to a smirk.
"Ready?"