Day 26 Challenge: Getting Married

Title: "Drunk"

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Matthew's head hurt. It was pounding. He felt like he had to puke. He probably already had. He didn't want to move, but he knew he would have to. Stupid Alfred…making him come to Vegas…Stupid bartender…kept giving him drinks. He even told the man to stop! But then there were more drinks and who was Matthew to say no? Okay, he could have gone around that better. A hand shakily went up to massage his forehead, but something cold and hard on his hand hit his head and Matthew hissed.

What the hell was that?

More importantly…As Matthew was becoming more aware, he noticed that there was something slung over his waist. He vaguely glanced towards it and saw a pale hand. Another thing to note was the fact that his chest was bare, along with his legs, as he quickly noticed. Matthew chanced a glance behind him, hoping he just managed to get some hooker into bed or something. But he was greeted with the face of a sleeping man.

"Okay," Matthew let out a shaky breath. He could do this, he could piece together what was going on. For now…he had to focus on quietly wriggling away from the man, who also happened to be very, very naked. Matthew winced, however, when the man beside him groaned, signaling that he was slowly waking up. "Maple…" Matthew muttered to himself, searching for some possible way out of this. His face already felt like it was on fire and he had to force himself to breathe deeply in order to collect his thoughts. He should just sit up and get away from the man. That would be a good idea. However, just the idea of sitting up made Matthew queasy. He couldn't do this.

"Fuck, my head," the person beside Matthew grumbled and, thankfully, moved his arm away and turned around. Matthew let out a quiet sigh of relief, moving away from the man even more. "Wait…Who the hell are you?" He had turned around to face Matthew again and Matthew was fairly startled when he noticed that the man was albino. What were the chances of getting drunk in Vegas and getting in bed with a (fairly good looking) albino?

"Who are you?" Was what Matthew returned with and the man blinked at him.

"Are both of us naked right now?" the person asked and Matthew shakily nodded. "Okay, well, my ass doesn't hurt, which means either your ass should hurt or this is even more awkward than it already is."

Matthew bit his lip and looked away. His blush was definitely worse. The more he noticed, over the painful pounding in his head, he did feel a slight pain in his butt. He'd never had sex with a guy in the past, but he figured that meant that he was bottom…

"I'm Gilbert," the man said after a while of quiet.

"Matthew."

"Do you remember anything?"

"No."

"Well, fuck," Gilbert groaned and slowly sat upright. Matthew glanced back at him and noticed that his chest was extremely toned, like he worked out frequently. Matthew simply curled further into the blankets, slowly wishing that he could die. "Wait, is that a ring on your finger?"

"I guess so," Matthew mumbled, examining his hand a little closer. It was silver and honestly a little cheap looking. It was on his ring finger, which could only mean one of two things. Either he was drunk and just put a ring on a random finger, which was most likely, or he got married while he was drunk.

"Are you married?" Gilbert asked and Matthew glanced at him. His stomach dropped when he noticed that Gilbert had a ring on his finger, too. Which meant that he either cheated on someone…or this was a very, very bad situation to be in.

"Are you?"

"What?" Gilbert asked and looked down at his hand. "Not since the last time I checked." He looked closer at the ring, squinting slightly at it. "Fuck my eyesight. What the hell is this? I'm not married."

"I'm not, either," Matthew mumbled and decided to take the chance to sit upright, thankful that he didn't barf, thought he nearly did. He vaguely noticed that there were a few hickey marks on Gilbert's neck and collarbone and chose to ignore them. He moved his hand close to Gilbert's, shakily, and noticed that the rings were strikingly similar, despite his also poor eyesight since his glasses were elsewhere. "Um."

"Shit," Gilbert cursed.

And then Matthew puked. He keeled over the edge of the bed and puked out what felt like nothing, since his stomach was already churning and empty. He felt a little better, in all honesty, as he closed his eyes and stayed in his position.

"We need more information," Gilbert said. "This room doesn't look familiar to me, are we in yours?"

"Maybe," Matthew muttered and looked around the room. He saw a familiar suitcase that definitely belonged to him, as it had his polar bear stuffed animal poking out of it. Alfred, who had somehow managed to convince Matthew to come to Las Vegas with him, had gotten them a suite, meaning there were two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a nice little kitchenette that they never used, and a wonderful view over their little patio. Matthew glanced at the time on the bedside clock and saw that it was 4 in the afternoon. Which meant going into the main room would involve being greeted by very bright sunlight. "Yeah."

"Okay, here's what we're gonna do," Gilbert said. "We'll split up, I'll…magically find my room, we'll get information, and meet back up, since I'm pretty sure this means we're involved with each other now. You got a phone?"

"Yeah," Matthew nodded. He was smart enough to not brink his phone with him when he went to go drinking with Alfred. Last time he had a phone on him and he was drunk…things didn't turn out so well. "It's in the main room."

"Sweet, we can exchange numbers, then," Gilbert mumbled. "My phone at least was in my pants, wherever those are…"

"I don't know where my clothes are, either," Matthew sighed.

"Fuck it," Gilbert sighed and stood up, out of bed. Matthew immediately looked in the opposite direction. "What? Are you shy now? It's obvious you've at least seen this much of me, whether it be drunk or sober."

"Just…no," Matthew shook his head and Gilbert laughed. It was weak, most likely due to the fact that his head still hurt and Matthew was thankful. Gilbert seemed like the kind of person that was normally very loud.

"Found it," Gilbert said triumphantly, and something landed with a thump in front of Matthew on the bed. "Put your number in it." Matthew glanced at the phone that laid in front of him. He unlocked it with a swipe of his thumb and immediately blushed upon seeing the background picture. Matthew, obviously drunk, was making out with Gilbert, who had an eye cracked open at the phone, which he was obviously taking a crooked selfie with. Matthew swiftly put in his contact and put the phone back down. "Holy shit, is that my background picture?" Gilbert laughed even harder once he picked up his phone again. Matthew braved a glance up at him and saw that he had pants on, thankfully, but still remained without a shirt. "That's fucking great, I'll look through other pictures and tell you if I find anything."

"Right," Matthew mumbled and Gilbert kneeled down to pick up a shirt that he slung over his shoulder.

"Since you're apparently shy now, unlike last night," Gilbert smirked as he walked towards the door, apparently recovering easily enough from his hangover. "I'll head out now. Call me, babe." He snickered as he left and Matthew stayed in the bed for another five minutes, taking deep breaths. He really hoped he wasn't actually married to this guy.

Finally, he carefully got up, avoiding his pool of vomit, and swiftly got himself dressed. Gilbert had apparently taken his shirt, as the one Matthew had held the logo of a band he'd never heard of and was also too big on him. With a heavy sigh, Matthew went through his luggage to pick out a different shirt before braving the main room. The light nearly blinded him and he silently cursed under his breath. He swiftly walked over to Alfred's room, seeing as Gilbert had already left the suite, and entered without knocking.

Alfred was sprawled, face first on his bed, thankfully alone.

"Alfred," Matthew said loudly and clearly and his brother looked up blearily at him.

"What, man?" Alfred mumbled, obviously still half asleep.

"Did I get married last night?"

"Oh, yeah," Alfred laughed. "It was hilarious, dude!"

"I can't believe you just let me get married to a stranger," Matthew mumbled, glaring at his brother, who was sitting next to him at a table of a restaurant. Gilbert sat across from them, lounging comfortably with a smirk.

"You guys look so similar, it's fucking awesome," Gilbert laughed. "I've never seen twins before, this is pretty cool."

"I don't see what's so bad about this guy," Alfred shrugged.

"He was willing to get married while he was drunk!" Matthew stated.

"Well, so were you," Alfred smirked and Gilbert laughed again. Matthew groaned, placing his head in his hands.

"We should just…get a divorce and move on with our lives," Matthew mumbled.

"Why?" Gilbert asked and Matthew looked up at him like he was crazy. "Okay, hear me out for a second, Jesus Christ, don't give me the death glare. You know how you always say the truth when you're drunk, like the truth always comes out or some shit? What if being drunk was like have a relationship and it just sped up the process a lot? What if we really are compatible?"

"And you're crazy, too," Matthew muttered, shaking his head.

"Hey, I've been drunk plenty of times to know that the truth just kinda spills outta you," Gilbert crossed his arms over his chest resolutely.

"It's not a good thing to admit that you're a drunk," Matthew sighed.

"I didn't say I was a drunk," Gilbert rolled his eyes. "I just said that I get drunk often."

"You two are already having your first lover's quarrel," Alfred snickered and Matthew glared at him. "Okay, okay, I'm shutting up now. I don't even know why you dragged me with you here anyway. If you're afraid he's gonna rape you, you two have already had sex, and apparently enjoyed it based on both of your hickeys."

"Alfred!" Matthew's blush returned with a vengeance, hand going to cover up the side of his neck that could be seen with a number of hickeys.

"I say give it a shot," Alfred shrugged. "Why the hell not?"

"Because he's a stranger," Matthew sighed and looked at Gilbert. "I'm a stranger to you. For all you know, I could be a serial killer with bodies buried in my backyard."

"Then let's get to know each other," Gilbert smirked, leaning over the table slightly.

"How will I know that you're telling the truth?" Matthew asked.

"As long as you have reason to tell the truth, I have reason to as well," Gilbert shrugged. "What's the harm?"

"There is so much that can go wrong here," Matthew shook his head, staring at the table. "I shouldn't even be considering this."

"You could just consider yourself insanely lucky that you got an awesome guy like me to be your husband," Gilbert boasted. "I mean, you could have gotten married to a lunatic!"

"You are definitely not helping anything here," Matthew sighed.

"How about this," Gilbert sighed and Matthew looked up at him. He wore a serious expression that honestly didn't look natural on him. "From the small amount of time I've known you, I hereby solemnly swear that I trust you and care about you enough to protect and love you 'till death do we part."

"Why would you say something like that?" Matthew asked. "You don't even know me that well at all and-"

"I live by going off of my guts," Gilbert shrugged. "My guts say that you're an awesome person that I can trust with my life, so I'm gonna. Even if we divorce or whatever the hell, I'll probably still hang around you, I have your number, right?"

"I can be here to protect you from rape, too, if you need me," Alfred chimed and Matthew groaned, leaning back in his seat.

"How about you live by your guts for once?" Gilbert smirked. "Don't think about it logically, look at me and think about if you would be willing to trust me enough to have me around in your life."

"Absolutely not," Matthew answered honestly.

And yet, several years in the future, in a small apartment that the two shared, Matthew's husband constantly asked him the same question, over and over again, always more happy with the answer than he was the last time.

"Do you remember Vegas?"

So, I did the after the wedding bit, but there was still a vow in there with Gilbert. I honestly didn't want to do anything too serious on this case, because I honestly don't think these two do well with serious. Like, Gilbert at a wedding would be a train wreck, even if it is his own wedding. Anyway, I don't condone marrying random, sexy albinos that you meet while drunk, Matthew is very smart to be wary, this could be incredibly dangerous. But Gilbert is harmless, most of the time, we all know that, right?

Anyway, please review!

And join me for tomorrow's challenge, On One of Their Birthdays, titled "Forgotten".