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Coy lays down on the goffice couch and burys his face into the cushions letting out a tired groan.
They had just gotten back from their ‘Drinking beer with a wizard’ shoot. Anthony has dragged them too this themed bar downtown and forced them into renaissance cosplay just to get them shitfaced in hopes a good video would come out of it.
And in all honesty the video would probably do pretty well. Especially due to the whole romance plot Anthony was pushing on him. For a video, watching Coy stumble over his words and awkwardly flirt with some random guy as his friends tease him would be sure to make entertaining content.
But for Coy it made him feel like shit.
It was only more proof to him that he can't talk to guys, like at all. Even when it's for a bit he still somehow fails to get his number. And it’s not like he really liked the guy all that much, but that’s besides the point.
Coy is a virgin. He's almost 22 and he's a virgin and probably will be for a long time because he’s somehow unable to manage a simple conversation at a bar.
The worst part is that Coy had accidentally gotten his hopes up tonight for all the wrong reasons.
The way he would glanced at Anth and he would already be looking, when Anthony's hand shot out to steady his waist during his live action role play bit., the stupid ‘me next’ comment after he put his finger in Bon's mouth as a joke.
Anthony had just looked so hot tonight in that stupid cape..Coy wants to smash his head against the wall for letting himself get worked up over it.
Another soft groan is let out as a headache starts throbbing in his skull. He should really go upstairs and get some water. But for some reason Anth, Bon and Will have decided to ‘keep the party going’. Which apparently means hanging out in the kitchen until 4:00 am.
Now he's stuck in the goffice. Horny, sad, and drunk.
He doesn’t even move when he hears the door swing open. “Jesus Coy,” Anthony's voice breaks the silence.
“Someone still mad they couldn’t get laid?” He teases plopping down on the couch next to him
Coy sits up to look at him, rolling his eyes when he sees the smirk on his face. “Why are you here?”
Anthony shrugs. “Just checking on my friend, and if I had to guess id say your not great”
Coy sighs as his gaze focus on the coffee table in front of him, bringing his knees to his chest."It's not like I actually wanted to get that guy's number.”
“Then why-“
Coy cuts Anthony off with another whine. “Mmmhg-“ he buries his face in his knees. “I guess I just wanted to prove to myself that I could get a guy's number?!.” He brings his head up and meets Anthony's eyes.
“But I can’t!” pauses “I mean- I'm almost twenty two and I'm still a virgin…” he admits, his voice breaking on the last word.
Anthony's expression does something indescribable, he looks down like hes thinking.
Coy braces himself for whatever mean joke he knows Anth is about to make. “Just say it, I'm sure it's hilarious.
“I'm not joking.” He reassures putting a hand on his back.
Coy stops, he doesn't know what to say
“I was gonna say; I'm not sure what's worse-” he starts. He's using that tone he uses whenever he tries to play therapist.
“You tying your entire self worth to whether you can get laid, or you wanting your first time to be with some random guy at a bar.”
Coy completely ignores the first part. “First times don't mean anything.” He states quickly.
His eyes widened “What? They absolutely do. It's supposed to be speci-“ Anth is cut off.
Coy squeezes his eyes shut cringing. “Ew, Anth you sound like my mom-“ he drops his head into his hands again.
“Im just saying yo-“
“No!” He cuts off again “Anthony im serious, Im already nauseous and if you keep trying to give me this…sex talk I may actually vomit..”
Anthony scoffs. “Well no wonder your still a virgin if you can't even talk about it”
His eyes narrow. “I can talk about it.”
Anthony raises a questioning eyebrow at that.
”I can,” Coy repeats, sitting up a little straighter. “You're just doing that-like-“ he makes finger quote marks “‘emotional maturity’ thing instead of saying what you actually want to, it’s really annoying .”
Anthony crosses his arms defensively “I'm just trying to help you,- what do you want me to say?”
Coy throws his hands up “That! Just say something you actually mean instead of trying to be my guidance counselor!”
Anthony pauses, pressing his lips together and looking down like he's debating if he should say it or not. “I don’t think I can tell you what I want to say right now”
“No” Coy shakes his head, letting out a chuckle "Anything would be better than your therapy speak”
“Well” Anthony starts, moving a little closer to him on the couch, Coys smile falters as Anth puts a hand on his chin and tilts it up. He continues, “I honestly don’t want to give you any advice.”
A crease forms between Coys brows “Okay? Then why-“
”You didn't let me finish”.
“Why would I want to help you? You are terrible at talking to guys” He laughs.
God why is Anthony evil when he’s drunk.?
”So you were just gonna be a dick?.” Coy pushes him away, frustrated. Unfortunately Anthony is like eleven times stronger, and doesn't even budge.
”Hey-“ He takes Coys wrists stopping him from fighting. “I never said it was a bad thing.”
“Why-? Why wouldn't it be a bad thing?” Coy asks, genuinely confused. His hands drop back to his sides.
“Because it's really cute watching you embarrass yourself”
“Cute?!”
“Yeah, It's not the first time we've done this, y'know?”
Coy did not know. Most nights when it gets bad he ends up blacking out. He shudders to think how he’s embarrassed himself doing this before.
Anthony continues “ You get rejected, you get sad and come to me to cry about it. And I have to sit here until you realize.”
Coy squints his eyes in irritated confusion “Realize what?”
“Realize that I'm right here.” Anth says slowly, like he’s talking to a child. “If you’re so worked up you could've just asked me to fuck you. You know I wouldn't mind volunteering.”
“W-what are you talking about?!” Coy whisper yells, sitting up a little straighter.
”I mean, If you're so desperate…” He trails off, moving a bit closer on he couch, his hand slowly moving to Coy's thigh.
Coy instinctively pulls away like he's been burned. “I-I mean…” His brain may be malfunctioning right now.
No way. Is Anthony seriously just assuming Coy would want to sleep with him? Just like that?
Coy scoffs, letting out a shocked laugh. “Yeah? And what makes you just assume id wanna fuck you?”
Anthony shrugs, a cocky smirk still plastered across his face “Well I don’t know, You're not great at hiding it…”
Coy scoffs again, crossing his arms over his chest and looking away, “I don’t know what you're talking about.”
”Awe,” Anth pretends to pout “So is that a yes?” He teases, tilting his head.
Coy hesitates for a moment.
Shit.
”It’s not a no…”
Anthony instantly bursts into laughter “Oh my god- You’re just- HA”
Coy imminently picks up a throw pillow and hurls it at Anthony’s face.
His chuckles die down as he takes the pillow. “Okay-! Ok, I'm sorry!”
They both go quiet for a moment, Coy feels his face grow hotter than its even been before.
“So… You’re sure?” Anthony raises an eyebrow.
Coy lets out a humorless laugh, still moving a little closer on the couch. “Your wearing a cape right now Anthony.”
”So?”
“So I- I’ll keep it in mind..For later”