"Charlie? CHARLIE!" James Bourne yelled at the top of his lungs towards Charlie at the opposite of the room.

It seemed he was wearing a rather odd, large hat. James walked closer, catiously to find that it was just headphones.

"CHARLIE!!!" James spat at him whilst yanking off the blasting earphones, reciting the chorus to a Taking Back Sunday song.

"Hey I was listening to that!"

"Well so what! Matt and I are gonna go out for tea now, you in?" James rested one of his hands on his hip femininely.

"Arrgh, I was just starting to get the creative juices flowing."
"You were MASTURBATING?"
"Does it look like it, fuckhead?" Charlie smirked, turning around to show zipped up, clean trousers.

"Right, right whatever. Are you coming or not?"
"Not right now, I might meet you there, depends whether I feel like it."

"Fine, I'll see you after. Expect at least one of us to be pissed, though."
"As usual. See you." Charlie gruffly spoke, grabbing the earphones back from James and blasting the music louder than ever.

James could still hear it from the doorway.

"Bye, then." He spoke softly, almost very peculiarly, shutting the dark wooden door covered in posters of rock bands behind him. Sighing, he walked down the stairs and put on his jacket.

"Chaz coming?" said Matt, emerging from a door behind James with a loose, black leather jacket on.

"Nah, he's decided to be an asshead and stay at home."
"Gee golly whiz, James, don't be so hard on him." Matt laughed, and nudged James. The hardened look on James' face fade a tad, but stayed firmly in place. When Matt realised his efforts weren't working that well, he opened the door and ushered James out.
"HAVE A GOOD NIGHT CHARLE-HHH!!!" yelled Matt into the house, closing the door and not knowing Charlie was in his own world of music and writing.

Charlie stepped into the kitchen, ready to make some Kraft Dinner or something easy to make. Looking in cupboard after cupboard, he finally found a package of Matt's pot noodles, and started to make them. Simmering the water, he sat down at the empty kitchen table, still writing a song with a determined look on his face.

"Flaunt my feelings, I told you I loved you, but for what? A..." He tried to think of more lyrics, but simply couldn't. Something splattered the back of his neck, making him yell with pain. Feeling the back of his neck, he realised the water was now boiling. He emptied the noodles in and continued to try and write a song, but nothing came. Getting more and more mad about the writer's block of his, he threw the paper onto the table and tried to open the package of sauce, and it splattered all over him and not nearly enough went into the pot.

"Fuck. Flavourless pot noodles." he mumbled, searching in the same cupboard for another packet to put in, but couldn't find anything. He glanced down and looked at his new Nirvana shirt; covered in brown powder.
"And Im gonna smell like 'Oriental'! Great! FUCKING. GREAT." Charlie said, getting red in the face. Quickly, he stirred up the noodles and practically ran to the livingroom to eat them. He turned on the telly and started to watch a no-name punk music countdown on the cable-access channel. The door opened, and shut closed again rather loudly. He flinched, but realised it was only James or Matt back after a drinking extravaganza.

"Hello, whoever you are. Please, don't disturb me or I will punch you in the cock." Charlie's voice rang throughout the house.
"That's realleh no' how yeuh feel Chaddy." James stumbled into the room and collapsed on the couch.

"It is. Go away James, Im warning yo-"
"Are those Martie's poop naddles?"
"They're his POT NOODLES."
"Can your best pool Jane-bob have one?" James stuttered out, obviously disgruntled.
"Fuck. Fine. If you'll go away."
"Only if you'll ferd ehm to moi."
"What?!"
"Ya herded me."

"Jesus Christ. If you promise you'll piss off." Charlie avoided James' hurt stare, occupying himself with a band called "Rancid" on the television.

"Right, fine." James said, frowning and trying his best to act sober, but failing miserably. Charlie grunted, and picked up his fork out of the pot and put it into James' already open mouth. Charlie didn't want to admit it, but this seemed like a rather odd guilty pleasure.

James swallowed, and begged for more. Complying, Charlie spoon-fed more noodles into James' mouth.

It would be easier if the lights were on though, Charlie thought, randomly fitting the spoon into the hungry hole.

"I don't want anymo'." James closed his mouth and resisted the spoon. Charlie complied and put the pot on the ground away from them both. Only the light from the tv dimly lit them up in black and white as the reception screwed up. It looked as if it was raining outside, seeing as James' hair was sopping wet.

"Where's Matt?" Charlie asked, completely forgetting about the other.

"He went to some berd's hose for the nit."
"Nit? Hose?" Charlie questioned, and realised what James meant. This is good, a house to themselves. James grabbed the remote from Charlie's other side, and turned off the tv. Charlie wondered what the hell James was doing, and was also a bit scared since every light in the house was off except in his room, a floor over the livingroom.

"I waaaannttt..this.." James felt around Charlie as if looking for something.

"Ah! Tha's where de little booger is." He said, grabbing Charlie's elbow and caressing it.
"Erm, you want my elbow?" Charlie raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, dat's noit it. I met to groib your..wait, is this it?" James giggled, feeling around Charlie and stopping on his abs.
"I-know-what-you're-talking-about-and-I-have-to-go-now." Charlie blurted out rather quickly all in one breath.

"Wayeeettt!" James yelled, running lop-sidedly into Charlie's front. Charlie had a screwed up expression of confusedness on his manly face.

"Get out of my way!" Charlie fumbled with his hands in his pockets trying to get James to stop clinging to him, he didn't want to risk hurting James.
"I wool in a munite. But first-" James started, then leaned in and attempted to kiss Charlie on his lips. His lips touched the very bottom edge of Charlie's, and that was it for Charlie. Charlie pushed James off him and ran all the way up their 32 stairs and through his postered-door.

"CHABBLES!" James yelled from the livingroom, but decided not to pursuit him. He flung himself onto his bed, and hid under the forest green covers. The headboard creaked heavily as he tossed and turned, but stayed firmly in place.

What would've happened if I let James seduce me? Especially when he's pissed. It just wouldn't be right, it wouldn't. I can't take advantage of him, and when he's sober I know he isn't like me. He's straight, and always will be. It was just the beer, it was just the alcohol. Charlie thought, these words racing through his mind at 100(m)kph.

At least I think he's not like that when he's sober. But deep down I know he isn't. It was just the alcohol, he doesn't love me. I love him, but he'll never love me. He was just pissed, just pissed, just the alcohol... just everything is so wrong, I want him to love me. I need him to need me. God, James, if only he knew. But still, I shouldn't take advantage of him, what if he found out? But that kiss felt so good, I need him.

Charlie fought in his mind for over 10 minutes until he reached a conclusion. He'd end up letting himself do it sooner or later, so what the hell. He threw the covers off from his rough body, and walked very quickly downstairs. He heard shuffling in the kitchen, so walked in that direction instead. It was dead silent except for those noises coming from the kitchen. Charlie walked through the door, and found James about to put his hand flat on a burning element.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" Charlie yelled, running over to James. Turning at Charlie, James gave him a heartbroken look that magnified in the moonlight. He looked like a very perfectly drawn painting by one of the best. He lowered his hand right over the element, amost wincing from the pain just having his hand hovering over it did to him. He could feel his skin about to peel from the heat.

"JAMES, LIFT YOUR FUCKING HAND UP RIGHT NOW." Charlie spat, walking cautiously towards James once more.
"You don't lorge me."
"Err, oh. Umm..JAMES!" Charlie started, as James had just yelled from the pain of the element burning him lightly on his palm, yanking his hand away from the element.

"DONT FUCKING DO THAT!!!" Charlie ran over and turned off the element, then grabbed James' hand and examined it in the moonlight.
"It's a light burn, it should stop burning in about 2-3 days." Charlie frowned at the glaze it had left over James' hand. James started to cry, and hid his head in Charlie's chest.

"There there?" Charlie wondered what to do, but noticed he was already stroking James' back. He felt a sense of belonging doing this, and wondered if James did as well.

"Does this mean you'll kiss me now?" James looked Charlie softly in the eyes and tried once again to sound sober, this time not doing too badly.

"Yes." Charlie smiled, and kissed James his best on the lips. James' beer-stained tongue yearned and begged for entrance, licking his lips and getting restless. Charlie complied, and tightened his grip on James as he thrust his tongue into Charlie's sober mouth. James' pissed tongue explored and tried to put on a show, but seeing as it was pissed it wasn't all that good. But Charlie thought so.  Half-smiling, Charlie massaged James' tongue with his, trying to enjoy this closeness they had brought upon each other. And then James' hand explored down into Charlie's trousers. Still kissing rather closely, Charlie was sure they could both feel each other's erections, seeing as James' was poking his thigh rather excitedly. Charlie moaned softly, as James' hands found their way to the front of his boxers and into them. Suddenly, James started trembling. He sat down on the table and flopped into a lying down position, his boner begging to be satisfied. Charlie smirked, and got up on James. He kissed all the way up James' thigh, and to the tip of his penis.

"Oh god Charlie.." James moaned, and stroked Charlie's hair. He unzipped James' trousers and pulled down his boxers. This is what he always wanted to see; James' bare penis, and it was a bonus this time since it was hard. It called to his mouth, as if James' penis was telepathic. Charlie smiled once again, and licked it from bottom to top, and top to bottom until his whole mouth surrounded it.

"CHRIST! YOU'RE FUCKING GIFTED WITH DEEP THROAT YOU BASTARD! WHY DIDN' YEH EVER TOLD ME?" James asked, moaning with pleasure. Charlie chuckled as he lifted his head from the penis to start to breath. Going back, he continued to suck James through a complete orgasm.

"YOU TWO SHUT UP OR ILL HAVE YOU SLEEPING ON THE GODDAMNED FLOOR YOU FUCKING MORONS!" Matt yelled from upstairs. Charlie shot a look at James.
"I lied." he grinned. Charlie smirked and kissed James passionately. James got up, and gestured for Charlie to lie down on the table. He complied once again, and lay down flatly, apart from his 8-inch erection. James smiled devilishly, and started to unzip Charlie's pants. The possibilities. James started to lower Charlie's boxers, and all of a sudden flopped to the ground.

"James! Oh, SON OF A BITCH I HATE ALCOHOL." Charlie angrily shook his head, put his pants on, picked James up and flopped him over his shoulder and lead the way to James' room. Placing James lightly on his bed, he kissed his forehead and put the covers over him. Waltzing dreamily, Charlie walked back to his room, flopping onto his bed and fell asleep before he knew it.