"You don't know what you're talking about." The sharp snap from Matt was more of a warning than anything else just yet, but the fire in his words was clear enough.
"It was just a question!" Ian held his hands up in the universal sign of surrender. "And it's not a big deal if you are, Matt. It's not like I'm gonna care, I'm gay."
"Yeah, and I'm not, so fuck off." That deep-rooted Chicago accent of his always got so much worse when he was mad. Sometimes, Ian hated how much he liked it.
He sighed and shook his head, "Fine, you know what, whatever," he waved his hands like he was miming the idea of washing his hands of a situation. "you win. I'm wrong. I don't know what I saw."
"Damn right I win." He mumbled, running his thumb under the edge of his nose and looking properly annoyed about this entire line of conversation.
Except that Ian wasn't convinced Matt won at all, or that he was wrong about what he saw at the party last weekend. Keeping something like that a secret in a small town was nearly impossible, doubly so when a person did things to push that secret out into the public space of a party. Okay, maybe public space is a bit of a stretch-- behind a closed upstairs bedroom door isn't exactly public, but it's close enough in a party situation. Other people needed rooms, too. Which was exactly how Ian had accidentally come across what Matt was so vehemently denying.
Ian was considerably drunk and Chad wasn't too far behind him in that respect. And his hands always got a little more eager to wander when they were at parties. Not that Ian would ever complain, or that he could do any complaining as the pair of them tripped their way up the stairs to find a bedroom to take this show to. He laughed when he nearly lost his balance at the top landing leading to a hallway lined with doors, but Chad, ever the valiant hero, caught him and stopped him from toppling over. "Come on," Ian mumbled, a fistful of Chad's shirt in his hand as he made his way down the hall.
"Check this one," Chad pointed to one of the bedroom doors.
Ian nodded, and wandered over to check if the room was being used. He wasn't quite prepared to find what he did on the other side of the door. Even in the dim light, it was easy to make out the familiar features of Matt's face as a guy Ian didn't recognize hovers above him. The unknown guy seemed like he might say something, but Ian didn't bother sticking around to hear it. He immediately muttered a quick apology and backpedaled his steps out of the room, slamming the door behind him as he spun back toward Chad. "Not that one. Occupied!"
But it was only a temporary flash in the pan issue. The boys found a room for themselves quickly enough and Ian forgot all about what he had just discovered minutes ago.
At least, until he was sober and remembered it all over again. Ian still wasn't sure what had possessed him to confront Matt about the party, but it had all gone over about as well as he expected it might.
Matt seemed to take Ian's comment as concession to the point and pushed past him to head, probably, literally anywhere else as long as it was far away from Ian right now. Ian dropped his face into his hands and groaned.
044. Argue
"It was just a question!" Ian held his hands up in the universal sign of surrender. "And it's not a big deal if you are, Matt. It's not like I'm gonna care, I'm gay."
"Yeah, and I'm not, so fuck off." That deep-rooted Chicago accent of his always got so much worse when he was mad. Sometimes, Ian hated how much he liked it.
He sighed and shook his head, "Fine, you know what, whatever," he waved his hands like he was miming the idea of washing his hands of a situation. "you win. I'm wrong. I don't know what I saw."
"Damn right I win." He mumbled, running his thumb under the edge of his nose and looking properly annoyed about this entire line of conversation.
Except that Ian wasn't convinced Matt won at all, or that he was wrong about what he saw at the party last weekend. Keeping something like that a secret in a small town was nearly impossible, doubly so when a person did things to push that secret out into the public space of a party. Okay, maybe public space is a bit of a stretch-- behind a closed upstairs bedroom door isn't exactly public, but it's close enough in a party situation. Other people needed rooms, too. Which was exactly how Ian had accidentally come across what Matt was so vehemently denying.
At least, until he was sober and remembered it all over again. Ian still wasn't sure what had possessed him to confront Matt about the party, but it had all gone over about as well as he expected it might.
Matt seemed to take Ian's comment as concession to the point and pushed past him to head, probably, literally anywhere else as long as it was far away from Ian right now. Ian dropped his face into his hands and groaned.