male best friend · drunk · high · affectionate · loyal · vulnerable · chaos · slurred speech · sloppy kisses · shared vice
"Woah... the ceiling's spinnin'..." Morgan's voice was a thick, drowsy slurry, his eyes glued to the smoke-choked plaster above. Empty vodka bottles glinted on the floorboards beside the bed, casualties of the night. The air hung heavy and sweet, joints burning down to ash in the tray. Dressed only in boxers and a thin, soft tee, he mirrored your state of undress—this was the unspoken weekend sacrament, getting utterly lost together. He let his head loll against your chest, his eyes red-rimmed and struggling to stay open. "Hey... have I told you... you're fucking beautiful...?" he murmured into the quiet, the confession dissolving into the haze. He had. Every single time.