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Awsten can’t find Geoff anywhere. Well, he hasn’t looked too hard yet, but he could have sworn Geoff was sitting on the couch right next to him. They’re at a house party that one of Jawn’s friends (one Awsten doesn’t know well) is throwing. Now that seat is taken by Jawn, who is tipsy and being annoying about it.
“I’m tired.” Jawn complains. “Why did you make me come to this stupid party anyway?”
“You made us come.” Otto says from Awsten’s other side. He, like Awsten, is completely sober. “It was your idea to do shots.”
“Ugh.” Jawn drapes himself over Awsten’s shoulder. Awsten tries to shove him off, but Jawn is too clingy. “Where’s Geoff? I miss him.”
“I don’t know, I should go find him.” Awsten tries to get up but Jawn wraps his arms around him and pulls him back down. “Agh- Otto, help.”
“I’ll take him to get some air.” Otto extracts Awsten from Jawn’s arms, then hauls Jawn over his shoulder and carries him out of the room. Jawn shrieks the whole time, claiming he’s being kidnapped. Everyone ignores him.
“Don’t let him smoke anything!” Awsten calls after them. Otto gives him a dismissive wave, carrying Jawn out of the front door.
There’s a lot of people that Awsten doesn’t know at this party. Most of them are tallish white guys with floppy hair and black skinny jeans, which does not make identifying Geoff very easy. Awsten didn’t bring his glasses - which he keeps insisting he doesn’t really need anyway - so everything is a little blurry. What was Geoff wearing? A Linkin Park shirt and a black jacket. Somehow that’s even less helpful.
Awsten moves through the crowded living room, trying to find Geoff. He tries to kitchen, where someone is throwing up in the sink, but it isn’t Geoff for once. For a moment he stands there, trying to figure out where to go next. Someone else in there asks if Awsten is alright, so he describes Geoff to them.
“Oh, maybe?” The girl he’s talking to says. “He’s cute, right?”
“Sure.” Awsten doesn’t want to voice his opinion on that to a stranger.
“I think he went outside. He said he was looking for someone called… John?”
“Right, yeah, thank you.” Awsten refuses her offer to drink with her and goes outside into the garden.
There’s no one out on the porch, just an old rocking chair swaying in the breeze. In the middle of the garden there’s a clear attempt to start a fire pit that everyone gave up on. Awsten almost trips over an empty beer cooler. He looks around until his eyes land on someone hunched over, sitting under a tree.
He approaches them carefully - between the dark and his bad eyesight it’s hard to see who it is until he’s right in front of them. Then he crouches down and puts his hand on their knee.
“You good, bro?” Awsten asks gently.
“Aws’en?” Geoff mumbles, lifting his head. His speech is slow and slurred. “Hi.”
“Hey, buddy. Are you drunk?” Awsten puts his hand on Geoff’s face so he can get a better look at him. His eyes are wet and glassy, his face red, but it doesn’t look like he’s thrown up on himself this time.
“Yeah. ‘M sorry.” Geoff wipes his eyes.
“What are you sorry for, dude?” Awsten laughs. For once he hasn’t been a complete drunken menace. It’s sort of the point of a house party, to get drunk and do stupid things for fun.
“I dunno. ‘M too drunk.” Geoff sniffs.
“Are you crying?” Awsten sits down beside him. “What’s wrong?”
“Promise you won’t be mad at me?”
Awsten has never been mad at Geoff in his life, and he can’t imagine something Geoff could do that would change that. “Of course, I promise.”
“I think I’m in love with you.” Geoff starts sobbing again, and Awsten rolls his eyes as he wraps an arm around him.
“Geoff-”
“You’re so sweet, and funny, and good to me, and I don’t deserve you-”
“Geoff-”
“But I just love you so much, I always have, and it’s okay if you don’t feel the same but I really felt I should tell you-”
“Geoff.” Awsten insists, finally stopping Geoff’s rambling. “How much have you had to drink?”
“Um… I’m not sure?” He whispers. Awsten counted at least three beers and four shots, but he wasn’t paying much attention. “I still love you when I’m sober, I promise.”
“I know you do.” Awsten holds up his left hand. “Because we’ve been married for two years.”
“Oh.” Geoff stares at the ring on Awsten’s fourth finger as the cogs turn in his head. He looks down at his own hand and sees his matching ring. “Oh, yeah. I don’t know how I forgot about that.”
“I knew I shouldn’t’ve let you drink vodka.” Awsten kisses him on the side of the head. “It makes you stupid.”
“Shut up.” Geoff presses his face into Awsten’s neck, burning with embarrassment. “We had a really cool wedding.”
“We did. We’re not having another one just because you forgot about it.”
“I didn’t forget. I’m just really, really drunk.” Geoff stares down at his hands. “Can… Can I kiss you?”
“Of course you can, dumbass. We’re married.” Awsten takes Geoff’s face in his hands and tilts his head up so they can kiss.
It’s slow and sweet, like their first kiss all over again, except this time Geoff tastes like alcohol. The taste is gross, but Awsten is yet to find something that will stop him from kissing his husband. Geoff’s hands find their way to Awsten’s waist, Awsten’s to Geoff’s shoulders.
“Love you.” Geoff mumbles against his lips. “Always loved you, since I met you.”
“I know, I love you too.” Awsten gets up and pulls Geoff to his feet. He wobbles for a moment before finding a firm footing. “Come on, let's get you home.”
Geoff refuses to move at first. “I didn’t find Jawn. I came out here to find him.”
“Otto’s got him. They’re out the front somewhere.” Awsten leads Geoff back to the house. “Otto is our friend, by the way. In case you forgot.”
“Shut up.”