#GOOD OL' COCKBLOCKING RANDY

[mattorganasolo]

A continuation of this RP thread with @millenialcatlady​.

Maybe next time... 

Your words ricochet in Matt’s head as he slaps cards down on the pile, scowling deeply at his competitors.

I want it to be this fuckin’ time, he thinks to himself. He can still taste that little bit of sweetness lingering from your lip balm, still smell that little bit of your scent on his sweatshirt. He wants to sit your ass up on your kitchen counter, kiss you hot and hard, grind you up against him till you’re wet and whimpering. 

He tosses down his second-to-last card.

“Uno, BITCH!” he shouts, pushing himself up from his seat and striding across the room, determined to find you. 

He catches sight of you at the end of the hallway, the corners of your mouth turned up in laughter. When you see him, your eyes light up. His long legs take swift steps toward you.

A large mass lurches out of one of the rooms and collides with Matt, its hand planted on his shoulder. It’s wearing a grey beanie. It’s...

“FUCKING RANDY! What the FUCK!” Matt hollers, shoving him backwards.

Randy’s strange neon blue drink sloshes over the rim of his cup onto Matt’s sweatshirt, leaving him dripping in sticky-sweet liquid.

“IwaswonderingifyouwantedtoshareanUber...” Randy slurs, eyes nearly crossed.

“Oh boy,” you say, approaching to provide a stabilizing hand to Randy as he sways. “Did someone get a little too juiced?”

“Maybe...” Randy giggles, taking another slurp of his drink.

Matt seethes, clenching his jaw. He can smell you again, and all he wants to do is taste you again, too.

“Can you make sure he gets home okay, Matty?” you ask.

“Anything for my little bro,” he says through gritted teeth.

Matt pulls out his phone and cues up the app, plinking in both his and Randy’s addresses. The arrival notification pings just as you make a pit-stop in the kitchen to get Randy to down a glass of water. He curses Randy’s drunk ass as you lead them outside, the car idling in the street. 

Randy doesn’t protest when you load him into the back seat first, happily munching on the to-go bag of tortilla chips you’d packed him.

“Well,” you say, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt as Matt lingers with the car door open. “Thanks for coming over...” You lean in and give him a quick peck on the cheek.

“What the fuh!” Randy blurts, mouth stuffed full of chips.

Matt blushes, but plasters a shit-eating grin across his face as he turns back to Randy.

You shut the door and slap the roof of the car, smiling as it pulls away.

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