It was Luke’s birthday but Clive was the more excited one of the pair.
He was currently running up and down Luke’s house adorning random pieces of furniture with ancient party decoration that included mistletoes and candy canes as well.
Luke was sitting on the couch watching as Clive ran about the house, he had got the house all to himself and didn’t understand why Clive even bothered decorating the place. Clive had suggested he invite his recently acquired friends but of course Luke had refused. Not because he wanted to be alone with Clive or anything.
“Where do I hang this?”
“It’s not Christmas, Clive.” Luke said, eyeing the bright red bauble dangling in Clive’s hold.
“Picturesque.” Clive whistled, taking a full look at the house.
“It looks like Tesco during Christmas.” Luke said, wondering where exactly the picture was.
Luke couldn’t blame Clive though, his family owned very little to no party decoration, for the simple fact that they never had a party.
“I can’t believe you’re not inviting any of your friends.” Clive huffed as he sat himself down beside Luke.
“Sorry to disappoint mum.” Luke replied dryly.
“Why are you so moody today?” Clive said with a hint of sadness in his tone.
Luke didn’t miss the flash of hurt that crossed Clive’s face and was just about ready to give himself a beating for causing pain to the boy he loved.
How was he going to save himself from this?
“It’s because I’d rather you spend time with me than decorating the place.” Was that good enough?
“Oh right, sorry.” Clive apologised, his cheeks slightly tinted pink with embarrassment.
“Alright! So! Listen up,” Clive was rummaging through some bag he had brought along with him.
“Look what I’ve got…it’s a schedule for the day.” he said as he beamed at Luke, proud that he had picked the habit of following a schedule from Luke.
‘Marry me Clive.’
‘Also, you run the risk of getting me hard.’
“You’re the best.” Luke chuckled, receiving a cute smile from Clive.
•••
“Checkmate.” Luke smiled up to an aggravated Clive.
“Oh piss off.” Clive replied as he cleared the board of all the pons in one swift motion of his hand .
“I can’t believe this is your definition of fun, this” Clive pointed to the board, “chess.”
“Now don’t be a sore loser.” Luke chuckled.
They had run out of things to do and had to resort to ancient methods to keep the day going.
“Do you reckon you’d have enjoyed a night in the club any better?” Clive asked, he doubted Luke was having any fun today.
“That’s disgusting Clive. Why would you ask me something like that?”
Well it was true, Luke couldn’t stand noisy places or people and Clive knew this but surely Luke was regretting staying in all day with him and it kind of hurt because he wasn’t given that many options to make a day of it.
Meanwhile Luke just stared into nothing in particular with an aloof smile wondering how this day could get any better. He had spent his birthdays prior to this one with his parents who’d stay in with him all day and play video games, trying their hardest to decode the controllers in their hands and even though Luke really enjoyed that it just couldn’t come close to the day he had with Clive. Though there was nothing special about today he couldn’t contain the joy he felt at having the boy all to himself for the entire day. Yes he had his parents kicked out for the day, anything for Clive.
“Will you stay the night?” Luke asked out of the blue, his heart rate quickening at potential rejection.
Clive didn’t understand, was Luke willing to spend more time with him? ‘Wow, maybe he really is enjoying today.’
He smiled at Luke and nodded.
“Indian or Thai” he asked as he continued to scrolled through Deliveroo.
“Pizza.”
‘Child.’
•••
“£4.50 that can’t be fine.” Luke said as he looked at a bottle of wine that read ‘fine wine’.
His parents had let him have one glass and no more of the cheap wine. They were foolish enough to trust a teenage boy.
“Greasy pizza and wine, how fancy.” Clive said as he pulled out two wine glasses from the cabinet.
There was a knock on the door, being sure it was their delivery Clive went over to get their pizza.
“Oh hello,” Clive smiled at the delivery guy.
The guy just returned his smile and handed him the boxes. Clive gave him the money and smiled, the guy however had his eyes fixed on something behind Clive.
Clive turned back to look at the Christmas wreath he had hung on the bannisters earlier, “oh it’s his birthday!” He pointed toward Luke who had peeped out of the kitchen door.
“Happy birthday.” The guy nodded, gave them a last weird look and left.
“Thanks?”
“Nice lad” Clive said, sensing no awkwardness whatsoever.
•••
“What if the moon really is made of cheese?” Clive said, trying to be relevant.
“Why would you believe in a clay man and his clay dog?” Luke whined.
They were both on their third glass of wine, thoroughly pissed.
“You know what we should do?” Luke asked.
“Hm?”
“We should drive.”
Clive’s eyes shot open, “what? Like drinking and driving?” He asked, interested in the suggestion.
“Let’s go.”
Luke made his way to the back door clive following in suit except he had picked up the Christmas wreath that hung on the bannister and had placed it on his head now.
They were out the back door and cornered a dusty old bicycle that leant against the wall, cobwebs and everything. It didn’t bother Clive, he had already got himself on and was trying to peddle his way onto the street.
“Here, sit in the front” Clive said as Luke sent him a ‘You’re joking right?’ look. But he was drunk, and when drunk all sense is thrown out the window.
He somehow managed to settle himself on the bike, painfully.
“DRIVE! DRIVE! I DON’T THINK I CAN HOLD MUCH LONGER!” He yelled as Clive started pedalling. They had hardly made it past Sarah’s house when they crashed.
They were on the ground now both laughing hysterically at their own fall. They were probably hurt but too drunk to care.
“Who- LUKE?!” Sarah almost ran towards the laughing boys.
“LUKE WHA- DID YOU- WHO IS THI- Get. Up. Now.”
“We’re not drunk.” Clive said, panic written all over his face.
They were lectured by Sarah for a good 5 minutes on drinking and driving.
“No one got hurt though,” Luke had said as a tiny drop of blood trickled down his chin from the freshly formed cut right below his lips.
They were forced to get back inside as Sarah made sure to watch as they walked into the house.
“Killjoy.” Luke muttered as he made his way to his room, with a chuckling Clive at his heel.
They were sat on Luke’s bed as Clive pointed toward the slight gash, “we’ll have to disinfect that.”
They made their way to the bathroom and rummaged through the medication cabinet.
Luke sat himself down on the bog as Clive started unscrewing the various tubes and bottles that they believed were the right things to be used.
Clive soon found himself in between Luke’s leg and the latters perverted drunk mind was running hither thither.
“Where’s the washcloth?” Clive was about to stand up when Luke just snatched the toilet roll off its holder and shoved it into Clive’s hands.
He didn’t want Clive leaving…from between his legs.
Luke didn’t know if it was because he was drunk or if Clive’s face was generally that arousing, he stared at the boy whose main focus was on applying the medication on the gash and nowhere else.
Clive’s hands faltered, he was drunk and the fact that Luke was looking at him like he was about to devour him whole was not helping one bit.
“Fuck it, let’s just use a bandaid.” He said, completely giving up knowing that if he were to stay and try any harder, trying wouldn’t be the only hard thing.
He pulled out a bandaid, the largest he could find and somehow managed to stick it onto Luke’s face. He had done a terrible job though.
‘That isn’t going to heal at all’ he said to himself feeling guilty.
The least he could do was give it a kiss. So he put his hands over both of Luke’s cheeks and pulled the boy in to plant a soft kiss onto the band aid right under his lips.
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