Authors note: this chapter is not in anyone's POV, it is in third person view, so yeah. Thank you for reading!
"God, Mello, we can't leave you alone," Nick mumbled. Mello just giggled and sighed, grabbing onto Mark even tighter. "Come on, lets get you back to your room." Nick reached out to take Mello's arm before Mark pulled him back.
"Whoa hold on Nick, how do you know Mello wants you to be the one bringing him back?"
"Yeah, we should let Mello decide."
"How? He's DRUNK." Nick said, rolling his eyes. Damn, everyone just wanted to take Mello back with them.
"Rock paper scissors."
"Wait, are you serious?"
The 6 people in the group all nodded and stared at Nick, waiting for him to agree.
He looked back at everyone, before shaking his head and sighing. "Okay, lets do it."
They all threw out their hands at the command and looked around to see who the lucky one who won was.
"Yes! I win!" Mark shouted, throwing one fist in the air, the other still holding onto the drunk blond. Mello groaned a bit then fell silent again. The rest of the group sighed and frowned.
"Fine, fine. He's yours. Just remember that he's drunk, so be…gentle with him," Luke said, waving Mark away. Mark smiled before carrying Mello away with him. The blond couldn't even walk straight.
"M…Mark?" he asked groggily once they were out of the party walking back to Mello's room. Then, he started to struggle. "Mark…"he whined, "I wanna keep drinking, bring-bring me back, Mark…"
"No, Mello, come on. You're going back. You are so drunk." He managed a tighter grip on Mello's waist and hoisted him closer to keep him from wriggling out of his grasp. They walked back to the room with Mello whining and cursing and trying in vain to run back to Scott's room. However, he collapsed into Mark's arm once they reached his room and stopped moving altogether. He actually looked quite innocent daggling off Mark. The brunette smiled softly and carried Mello to his bed and laying him down gently. He was about to get up and leave when Mello wrapped his arms around his neck to keep him down.
"No, don't go…" he pleaded, opening his eyes. Blue eyes met brown as Mark stared deep into Mello. "You're so- handsome, Mark," Mello giggled before closing the gap between them by pulling Mark into a kiss. He started to kiss back almost instantly, and climbed onto the bed so that he was hovering above Mello and slipped his tongue into his mouth, desperate to get a taste. He longed for this day for way too long. I mean, this was Mello for Goodness sake. Everyone wanted him, and Mark had him, just for tonight…
He pulled down the zipper of the blond's vest and took it off, throwing it onto the floor.
"M…Mark?" Mello suddenly spoke, trailing his fingers along the hem of Mark's shirt, letting his fingertips feel his stomach.
"Yeah,Mello…?" Mark replied, though, honestly, he felt too numb to speak. Numb off the adrenaline and excitement. Mello didn't reply and instead ripped off his shirt, throwing it onto the ground along with his vest. His hands on his chest, his stomach, his…it felt so fucking good. They continued their make-out session while the brunette worked on untying the leather pants infront of him, while Mello, not wanting to lose out, started unbuckling the other boy's belt and tugging his jeans off him so he was left only in his boxers. But as Mark was about to do the same, Mello sat up abruptly, pushing Mark off him. Shit, is he sober now?
Both boys stared at each other awkwardly for awhile until Mello hopped off the bed and ran into the bathroom, not even bothering to close the door behind him. Worried, Mark followed him and was greeted by Mello bending over the toilet, retching out all his insides.
"Oh, no," Mark breathed before crouching down beside the blond and rubbing his back, hopping to be of some help to him. Mello just kept on puking until he finally seemed satisfied and passed out the bathroom floor. His hair was sprayed all around his face and there was a dribble of spit at the corners of his mouth, but he still looked damn sexy and rapable. But Mark was a good guy, and he sure as hell was NOT going to rape his drunken friend, as tempting as it may be. He lifted Mello off the floor and carried him out, careful not to bump into anything on the way. He laid the boy on the bed, praying that he would wake up and the two could continue where they left off, but Mello just snored softly. There goes his once in a lifetime chance, down into the toilet, literally.
He ran his hand through his light brown hair before throwing his clothes back on and walking out of the silent room.