You make me feel intoxicated āÆ Wafar
Wally: was a complete mess. Ever since he had left oliver's dorm he had been sobbing. His heart was litterally breaking. the only thing he could do was feel the pain filling his chest. Broken. That was probably the best way to describe what Wally was feeling, he was broke inside and out like fragile fine china smashed against the ground. Broken, because the person he loved more than anything llet him go, and not in the best way possible. When wally entered his room he felt a new wave of emotion hit him. Everything in his room reminded him of Oliver. His bed, the young boys shirts that were scattered around, even Dodger. He was drowning just standing there. He couldn't swim he needed a life raft but it was gone. The only person he could even dare turn to was one person; Jafar. Picking up his phone he stared at his lock screen that was the curly haired boy for a moment. New tears streaming down his face as he dialed jafar's number. "J-Jafar?" he choked out trying not to let his sobs be heard.
JafarĀ sighed heavily, blowing out a large puff of smoke. He had just gotten his ear lectured off about his school attire, and quite frankly, it really wasn't needed. Jafar's eyes glanced over at his phone that was ringing somewhat loudly, and the ringtone indicated that it was his favorite little ray of sunshine. Ray of loud, irritating sunshine, but sunshine nonetheless. He stretched out his arm, grabbing the phone and pressing "accept call." Letting out a loud yawn, he placed the phone between his ear and his shoulder, greeting Wally lazily. "Hey, Wally...-- Are you crying?? Are you watching some sappy chick flick again? I'm not coming over to wipe your tears away."
Wally: choked back another sob trying to collect himself. Obviously it wasn't working since the tears didn't stop in the slightest. Wally almost wanted to laugh when jafar mentioned the chick flick - the boy knew him all to well. If only that was the case he was crying his eyes out. "N-No..Oliver...he...he.ā" The words hurt as they fell from his tongue. He couldn't bring himself to finish without feeling like he was going to fall apart again. But he couldn't just call and not say what was wrong, Wally knew well enough jafar would get annoyed so he forced himself to finish. "H-He broke up with me..."
JafarĀ raised an eyebrow, slowly sitting up after Wally's reply. Well, that was unexpected. Wally and Oliver were the only couple that he was rooting for, everybody else was just so irritating. He didn't expect the clingy little kitten to let go of what he was clinging to. Now that was just strange. Now Wally was crying into his phone, and Jafar realized that he'd have to be a friend and comfort the older boy. Sighing mentally, he shifted off of his bed and put out his cigarette. "You wanna come over or something...?" He paused, realizing that he actually roomed with Oliver. Jafar barely saw the boy, or he hardly remembered seeing him after his new stash had been partially used up. But looking around, he saw no signs of the kitten and pursed his lips. "He's not here, so it's safe to come around. Try not to alert security by sobbing loudly in the hallways, yeah?"
Wally: was slightly taken a back, he forgot that sometimes jafar did have a heart. It was times like this why he remembered he stuck by Jafar even when people told him not to. "Y-Yeah...Is that okay?" In all honestly Wally wanted to stay far away from Oliver's room. It was the last place he wanted to be considering he left it a mess as well was he a mess as he exited. He let out a shakey sigh clutching his phone. "I...Okay...okay...i'll be over soon. I-I'll try not too." And with that Wally hung up on Jafar and carefully made his way down to the room that used be the most comforting place on earth. But now? It was nothing but pain.
JafarĀ rolled his eyes, pulling a water bottle from his backpack. "If it wasn't okay, I wouldn't have offered it to you in the first place. Fair warning though, I only have one tissue box, so be prepared to use your shirt to wipe your snot away or something." After Wally hung up, Jafar shuffled around his room, particularly around Oliver's side. His side was somewhat bare, really plain actually. He saw a couple of pictures of Oliver and his family, Jafar assumed, and they looked pretty happy. Shit, Oliver was tiny then, about Wally's size now actually. Jafar walked away from the picture, taking a sip from his water bottle and waiting for Wally to hurry his ass up and come.
Wally: carefully walked out of his dorm. He didn't want to see dodger knowing he'd ask what was wrong. The last thing he wanted was for more people to get involved, even though by now the entire school new. Fucking gossip. Wallly pulled his hoodie over his head, hands in the pocket of it as he walked fast to the dorm. All he really wanted to do was sleep and never wake up but wally didn't want to be alone, he needed someone. He needed jafar right now. Once he got to the sophomore floor he felt the pang in his chest again. Fighting back every urge to run Wally walked to that stupid dorm, knocking on it as he took his hood off wiping his eyes.
Jafar: After hearing the knock on the door, Jafar walked over to the door, setting his water bottle down. He prepared for the worst, puffy eyes and snot dribbling down Wally's face and all. He opened it and and leaned against the doorway, waiting for Wally to say something. But Jafar realized that Wally speaking would probably end up worse and reached out to pull Wally out of the hallway and into the room. So maybe telling Wally to come to his recent ex's room was a bad idea. Too late now. Jafar led Wally to his bed, tossing a tissue box toward the boy. "You wanna talk? Or cry? Or... Whatever...?"
Wally: stared at the door. His stomach was in knots his heart was falling. Why did jafar tell him to meet here? Before he had the chance to contemplate running back to his room Jafar was in the door way and pulling Wally in. The t ears began to well up in his eyes again as he looked to oliver's side. The side that held so many memroies. Wally swore he could see the younger boy there. That's when he lost it again. Wally turned into jafar snaking his arms around the boys waist, his buried into the boys chest as he shook his head.
JafarĀ cringed, still unused to the intimate actions that Wally kept using against him. His arms were raised in the air, conflicted on whether or not he should comfort Wally by hugging him back or rubbing his back. He decided on placing his hand on Wally's back, rubbing it gently. "There, there..." he said quietly, looking at anywhere in the room but Wally. He really needed to get good at this whole... Comfort things. Here was one of his best friends (although he'd never admit that he had a best friend, especially admitting that Wally was his best friend), breaking down in his arms, and Jafar had no clue on what else to do. Maybe he should just let Wally cry himself to exhaustion, that could work, right? Jafar sighed and decided to wrap both of his arms around Wally. "Quit getting snot all over me..." he muttered, subconsciously squeezing Wally a little tighter. Were they just supposed to hug all night? Maybe Jafar could offer Wally a soothing method that Jafar much preferred. But he remembered that Wally had sworn off all substances -- like a little priss -- so Jafar remained quiet.
Wally: just clung to jafar. Normally it would be oliver that he would cling too. Jafar wasn't as tall, nor was his body or hold was the same. In fact it wasn't the same, it wasn't what he wanted but he still needed someone to put him together. Wally knew that he'd been duck taped back together so many times but right now he knew this was when everything fell apart. The tape was losing it's hold. Wally pulled away wiping his eyes not wanting to look at jafar. He already felt pathetic enough, hell jafar probably thought that even more so as he stood there sobbing before the tanned boy. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean too." Wally said softly looking over at oliver's iside.
JafarĀ reached out and pat Wally's head hesitantly, offering him a small and awkward smile. His eyes followed Wally's and he let out a groan. Yeah, telling Wally to come to Oliver's room was not a good idea. Whose bright idea was it to put them together anyway? Fucking idiots in charge of the damn school. "Looking at the stupid kitten's side of the room isn't going to help, idiot." And a light bulb appeared over Jafar's head. What a brilliant idea, maybe it'll help Wally more than just talking and letting him cry himself dry. "Help me build a fortress," he demanded, walking away and grabbing a chair. "If you make this a shitty fortress, I'll beat your ass," Jafar warned, hoping that acting like nothing was wrong would help. He's heard that it actually doesn't help, but Jafar was new to this whole thing, so he'll have to experiment himself.
Wally: shifted a bit and looked up at jafar with sad eyes when he pat his head. Covering his face Wally let out a shakey sigh nodding again. "I know." he choked out. His voice cracking as he looked at jafar. Wally furrowed his eyebrows together when Jafar mentioned the of bulding a forte. Jafar didn't build forte, at least Wally thought he didnt. Why was he being well, cute and nice all of a sudden? Surely him being upset wasn't the entire reason. But wally didn't question. He grabbed a few sheets in his little arms figuring out how to build a forte. Growing up he never did this, so this should be fun. "I can't promise it'll be great."
JafarĀ resisted the urge to roll his eyes at Wally. Yes, Wally just got dumped, but damn, did he know how to be a killjoy. Shouldn't he be basking in Jafar's moment of kindness? If he were feeling any less generous, Jafar would've kicked Wally's ass out of his room by now. He sighed, grabbing his pillow. "Look, I know you're sad and shit, but you gotta work with me here. I'm doing what I can do make you happy, and you better appreciate the fuck outta me 'cause I don'd do this shit for anybody else." Besides, they were just stupid little teenagers. How could they claim that they love each other? Because they're both stupid. But Jafar wasn't about to mention that, he wanted to avoid the waterworks as much as he could.
Wally: let a small smile come across his features. Jafar was right, yeah he was sad, but this was a once in a lifetime thing. Jafar wasn't just nice to anyone. Wally allowed himself to believe he was the exception, which he somewhat was. He let out another sigh before fixing the sheets. "Thank you." Wally said softly grabbing the sheets ends and trying to build a forte - a really bad forte if he siad so himself but one none the less.
JafarĀ smirked over at Wally before chucking his pillow at his head. "Whoops," he said monotonously, his eyes glinting with challenge. Before Wally could retaliate, Jafar grabbed the bed sheets from him, ducking behind a chair. He draped the sheet over the two chairs, creating somewhat of a wall for the fort. It was a lame fort, but in their defense, they didn't have much to work with.
Wally: grabbed his head looking over at Jafar. He let out a small laugh picking up the pillow and chucking it back at the younger boy. After doing so he felt a full on laugh escape his lips. The laughs that normally came from his lips and caused everyone around him to laugh as well. It felt good. "Rude." Wally said before getting on his knees and crawling into the forte.
JafarĀ 's smiled subconsciously at the sound of Wally's laugh. Laughter meant that he was doing a good job, right? See? Jafar wasn't a total fuck up. He lifted his arms, pushing up the bed sheets. "This is lame as fuck. You suck," he said, reaching over and pulling more pillows onto the floor. "Rajah and I made better forts with our eyes closed," he said quietly, placing the pillows around the border to allow the two to have space underneath the sheets. He looked over at Wally, relieved to see the lack of tears in his eyes. "So what do you do in forts?"
Wally: looked over at Jafar. Eyebrows knited together in deep thought as he titled his head ever so slightly. "Who's Rajah?" he asked letting his curiosity get the best of him. He never asked Jafar about his past, he felt it was off limits at times, but Wally was an open book. What was teh harm? Wally stuck his tongue out bringing his knees to his chest and hugging them. "Uhm...talk..cuddle..no not cuddle. Maybe, but just chill I guess."
JafarĀ 's head jerked up when he heard Rajah's name come out of Wally's mouth. "What? Why do you ask?" He paused, realizing that her name had slipped out of his mouth without any filter. He mentally cringed at his slip-up as he tried to decide on a decent explanation. "Rajah... Was an acquaintance. We uh... Kinda grew up together, but not really. Nothing special," he answered, pursing his lips. That was a shitty explanation and an untrue explanation, but Jafar wasn't ready to share details of his past with anybody, even Wally. He shifted his weight back onto his hands, staring directly at Wally. "Can I make alcohol a factor into this definition of chill of yours?"
Wally: bit hit lips shuffling backwards a bit. "You mentioned her...I've never heard you talk about a rajah before...I'm.." Wally looked down at teh ground before looking at jafar again. His body language was counteracting his words, but wally didn't want to make jafar talk about things he wasn't ready for. The boy might've been pushy but he knew when enough was enough. "Oh..that's...that's cute." he said, and he genuinely meant it. Wally smiled softly letting out another laugh. "Did you even have to ask? yes."
JafarĀ snorted at the word 'cute.' That's probably the last word that Jafar would use to describe Jafar and Rajah's relationship, but Wally didn't need to know that. His face brightened up at Wally's consent, and Jafar reached under his bed to grab a bottle of vodka. He smirked, twisting the cap off. "Better drink it all before the DA catches it, yeah?" He took a swig, relishing the burn down his throat. That's what the fort was missing. A crazy buzz.
Wally: smiled softly letting his chin rest on his knees as he watched jafar take the bottle out from under his bed. It made him what else he was hiding since Oliver was his roommate. Knowing how his..ex...boyfriend was. Taking the bottle from his hands Wally took a big gulp feeling the alcohol travel down his throat. It had been ages since he last drank and teh burning that followed after wards was all he needed right now. "Fuck these new rules, who came up with them anyhow?"
JafarĀ rolled his eyes at the mention of the new rules. "Some fuckers who were bored with their own lives so they decided to make ours hell. It's fucking bullshit." Jafar took back the bottle and took another swig. "There's not enough alcohol and drugs to drown out the lectures of these god damn people. Damn tired of it." By now, Jafar had almost forgotten that Wally was here to get over Oliver. Well, there hasn't been any mention of the ex so far, so that's good, right?
Wally: nodded. The alcohol was already taking over his system. he felt light headed but understood what jafar was saying. "I couldn't have said it better myself. He rested his head against jafar's shoulder letting out a soft sigh. Drinking and sadness was never good but wally couldn't care less. He absent mindedly grabbed jafar's hands playing with them. Since he did that with Oliver when ever they were like this. it was almost a force of habit really. He let out another sigh looking up at Jafar smiling some. "Tell me about it."
JafarĀ reached up and pat Wally's cheek. "You're not a lightweight, are you, babe?" Jafar teased, taking another swig. Jafar wasn't even close to a slight buzz. His vision was still clear, and that clearly indicated that he needed more. He snuck in a couple more sips before handing the bottle to Wally. He groaned, realizing what he was doing. Jafar was sharing. Jafar never shared. What the hell happened to him? Honestly, what was so special about Wally? Maybe his drunken self can figure out the puzzle.
Wally: let out a soft giggle pressing his face into Jafar's arm. "Noooo. No i'm not. Nope." He said smiling. Normally he was able to handle his drinks, but tonight he was off. He allowed himself to fall faster than usual. Taking the bottle from jafar Wally drank some more feeling at peace. He kept his head rested against jafar's shoulder letting out a sigh. "Why're you bein' so nice, huh? I don't deserve it."
JafarĀ groaned, trying to shake off Wally. Maybe Wally was the clingy one, not Oliver. This kid was such a lightweight, he's seen 15 year old girls hold liquor better than Wally. He reached over and smacked Wally's head. "Shut the fuck up, don't question my kindness, you little bitch. You deserve what you deserve, quit pitying yourself and feeling shitty about yourself, Jesus." That was harsh, maybe it was too harsh. But he didn't really care, Wally was using up his alcohol and Jafar wanted this irritating boy to get cheered up already! And maybe get this boy off of him because Jafar was not a cuddle toy. Jafar tried to wiggle Wally off of him, but damn, he clung on tightly.
Wally: let off jafar laying down on his back as he looked up at the ceiling. it wasn't like the stars he was so used to looking up at back home when he needed an escape but something about the ceiling was just as comforting. "I'm...I'm sorry..." Wally said softly closing his eyes tightly before he looked to Jafar again. He was right. Wally was a pool of self loathing. That's all he knew. He wanted to wallow in his pity but he knew it would be useless. Jafar wouldn't show him the sympathy he wanted. So why try? A soft smile came over his face as he lifted his hand to the boys hair. His finger tips danced within the raven haired strands letting out another content sigh. whenever he got like this he was needy, compassionate and well, wanted someone to hold. That's what he was doing.
JafarĀ couldn't do it, he had to roll his eyes at the older boy. That pool of sympathy had run dry along with the bottle of vodka, and Jafar couldn't fake it anymore. "Shut the hell up, Wally, don't fucking apologize. You know, I don't fucking understand why you are the way you are. It's damn annoying. You're fucking vulnerable and so so so stupid. You act like you don't fucking matter when you do, and God, you reek of pathetic." He ended his short speech by turning around and smacking Wally's hands away from his hair (which, admittedly, felt very nice, but Wally will never ever know). He reached down and pulled the boy up from the floor, his hands clenched the cloth of Wally's shirt. Their faces met, Jafar's eyes glaring deeply into Wally's. "Quit acting so damn pathetic."
Wally: was taken a back. That nice fuzzy feeling that was settling in the pit of his stomach was gone now. It was too good to be true. Jafar ever showing him the hand of kindness. No matter how hard he wanted to believe that Jafar could change, he knew that it would never be true. Wally just sat there letting Jafar's words skin in. Letting them cut him up opening up old scars. Maybe it was the vodka that was making him more vulnerable than before, or maybe this is just who he was;pathetic. Either way Wally just laid there silently before he was face to face with jafar. He didn't want to look at the boy but eventually his bright blue orbs met jafar's. That's when he felt something. He had never noticed how beautiful jafar's eyes were. They were brown yes, but a golden brown. They were dark but in the middle there was these alluring specks of golden like little leaves floating across the brown background they so carefully laid on. He was breathless for a moment. But only that. Wally forced himself to look away and down before he spoke again. "O-Ok."
JafarĀ let out an exasperated groan, shoving Wally back onto the floor. "There it is again! Do you know how to be strong?!" Jafar climbed over Wally, his face hovering centimeters above Wally's. His hands grabbed Wally's wrists and held them down against the ground, anger burning in the pit of his stomach. "Do you even know how to fight me off? How to fucking defend yourself? Didn't you say that you were apart of a fucking gang or something? Jesus--" Jafar squeezed Wally's wrists out of frustration, glazed eyes staring down at the older boy.
Wally: let out an 'oof' sound as he hit the floor again. He laid there, his hands folded against his stomach as he shrugged. "I was the punching bag. A mistake. Why be strong when i'm not needed anyways?" It was the times like this were wally allowed himself to fall into his dark place of self pity and dark thoughts. Hell, Oliver left him, it was only a matter of time before everyone else did. He was poison. Everything he touched was ruined. He didn't want jafar to be tangled in his trap. With his face inches away wally only looked up at jafar like a confused doe searching for his mother. Why was Jafar so adamant on him being strong? he didn't care, but he might as well play along. Wally tried to fight off jafar, but it was no use, the weight of the younger boy was too much for him and wally simply gave up. "I run okay? I run that's all I can do."
JafarĀ didn't know what to say to get through drunken Wally's thick skull. He was already stubborn enough sober, now the intoxicated idiot was under him and he was giving up. That wasn't what Wally did, Wally's not supposed to give up. Jafar depended on Wally's agitating stubbornness, so where the hell was it? "You're not supposed to run, you fucking asshole! Cowards do that, and I didn't befriend a fucking coward!" The alcohol was finally sinking in and fogging Jafar's brain, a swirling of emotions pushing his next irrational act. His lips slammed down against Wally's, his eyes squeezing shut.
Wally: looked up at jafar, eyebrows furrowed in thought. Why bother? Why try? He always fell. He was never meant to win, why couldn't jafar see that? He did. "Well sorry to disappoint." Before Wally could say anything else, he was cut off by jafar's lips. His initial reaction would be to push jafar off, but with the alcohol clouding his judgement that wasn't the case at all. Wally pressed his lips back against jafar's wrapping his arms around the other boys neck. There was no regret. Not in the slightest.
JafarĀ released Wally's wrist from his tight grip, using one hand to support his weight and the other to slip down Wally's side. His fingers clutched the fabric over Wally's waist, forcing Wally's body closer to him. Their lips meshing together, Jafar was almost desperate for more contact. The vodka fueled his lust, and he detached his lips from Wally's to make his way down Wally's neck. Sucking and nipping at Wally's skin, Jafar was sure to leave behind some marks to let the world know that Wally was his for a night.
Wally: felt his body go limp. Never has he ever been touched in this way. Not even Oliver touched him the way Jafar did. It brought him to life, it made him feel wanted - needed. Something Wally craved all along. He allowed jafar more access to his neck. Eye shut tight as his hands grasped the clothing of jafar's back tightly. There were soft whimpers coming from his lips as wally let jafar do what he wanted with his body.
JafarĀ bared his teeth, dragging them across Wally's tan skin. He moved downwards, his tongue tracing the outline of Wally's collarbone. He shifted his body so that his knees could rest snugly around Wally's waist as he sat up from his assault on Wally's neck. His fingers danced along the hem of Wally's shirt, his fingertips padding along the skin above Wally's pants. Impatience urged him to move on and move quickly, so he lifted Wally's torso up to slip the shirt off. Pushing Wally back down against the floor, Jafar started pressing kisses against Wally's bare torso.
Wally: let out a soft moan. His body pulsing with desire as he held onto Jafar. He was bascially ripping off his shirt throwing it for jafar as his own hands slid up the agrabah boy's toned torso. His fingertips brushing against the tanned skin. Feeling every inch of the dibs his abs made. it was a feeling he's missed out on for so long. Lifting Jafar's head Wally pressed his lips to jafar's against platting a sloppy aggressive kiss to the boy. His teeth pulling on jafar's bottom lips after ward.
JafarĀ laughed, his breath washing over Wally's lips. "Desperate and loud, hm?" After his lip escaped Wally's teeth, he returned the favor. The atmosphere had settled snugly around them, heat washing over the two as they got closer and closer. Once his teeth were done playing with Wally's lip, Jafar's tongue ran over it, sliding down to his jaw. Jafar's hands started tugging at Wally's jeans. "Fucking... How does anything breathe down there?" he growled, his hands struggling to yank Wally's jeans down. After managing to slid them past his ass, Jafar's hand palmed Wally though the thin fabric of his briefs. "Let me hear that desperation, Wally."
Wally: felt his cheeks grow hot as he looked at jafar cocking an eyebrow. "Always." he whispered in a husky tone near jafar's ear. A seductive look was painted across Wally's features as his eye darkened with lust as he looked at the younger male. His eyes shut tight as he allowed jafar access to every in of his tanned body. The heat of the anger he felt earlier was traveling towards a rather south region as he laid there under jafar. Before he knew it the other was tugging his jeans off. Wally couldn't help but let out a slight laugh as he helped jafar rip his overly tight jeans off. Wally couldn't finish because soon he felt pleasure rise in him. He gripped Jafar's bare back letting his head fall back ever so slightly. "J-Jafar...fuck...Jafar.ā."
JafarĀ 's eyes flickered up, a smirk gracing his face. To think, Jafar's first legitimate conquest at Walt would be his first friend as well. He knew, his tiny little conscience screamed it actually, he knew that his friendship with Wally would end after this. Taking advantage of the older boy who was intoxicated and hurt, that was unforgivable. If Jafar gave in to the heat inside him and the heat around him, if he just slipped his hand underneath the fabric, he'd lose one of his only friends. But the druken lust building up inside of him was thrashing about for relief, and Jafar had to give in. Their bodies meshed together, moans echoed throughout the room, and the fortress that Wally and Jafar had built together collapsed on them.
