Lou took his arm from behind his head and propped it around Jay, happy he was there. He had been cold, but it looked like the feeling wouldn’t be lasting long.
Matt looked over at the rest of them, turning on the TV. He raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah. You’re the guests. What are we gonna watch?” he asked.
Lou shrugged. “Comedy? Action? ~Romance~? I really have no preference.”
Jay shrugged. "Romance is fine. Anything is fine. Except porn. No porn or erotica or whatever. Nope. Not interested in watching that right now."
Marco laughed a little bit at Jay. "I'm sure no one else thought of that at the mention of movie, Jesus." He replied, punching Jay lightly.
“Yeah, what gutter is your mind in?” Lou laughed, shaking his head. “Put on whatever, Matt. I’m good with anything.”
Matt gave a nod and clicked on some kind of cheesy rom-com, before getting up and dissapearing for a moment. He reappeared holding three massive blankets, chucking one at Lou before spreading the other two evenly for him and Marco.
“Gah—,” Lou muttered as the blanket pelted him in the face. He just left it there, sliding down to where only his eyes were visible. He spread out the rest of it over he and Jay, sinking lower and cuddling into the warmth.
Jay rolled his eyes to the skies. "Sorryyy." He replied, not sounding very sorry as he snuggled into the blanket and Marco, a soft smile on his face.
Marco snuggled into the blanket, shaking his head in amusement at Jay.
Lou let out a long sigh, disregarding Jay’s apology completely.
“If I fall asleep, wake me up,” he mumbled, blinking slowly. “Alright?”
“Just punch him, he’ll wake up,” Matt informed, grabbing a pancake. Lou shook his head, his tired eyes behind the reflected movie screen off his glasses.
Jay sighed. "I'll wake you up, but it certainly won't be with a punch." He replied, wrinkling his nose and shaking his head. He kissed Lou's cheek softly.
Marco stretched. "I might have to get up to take a phone call in a minute. I got a message earlier that I probably will need to answer." He still didn't know who it was from.
Matt glanced over.
“That’s fine,” he said, shrugging. “Take your time.”
Lou looked over at Jay, raising an eyebrow with a smile.
“What are you implying?” he mumbled softly.
Jay laughed. "Nothing terrible. Just a kiss or something, jeez. I wouldn't do anything innapropriate with other people around." He replied with a warm, teasing smile.
Marco nodded a little, running his hands through his hair and letting out a breath.
“Considering we made out in the middle of 1905?” he whispered with a laugh, so only Jay could hear. His voice was full of humor, him obviously razzing. He had to keep his voice low as to keep Marco from hearing. He wasn’t necessarily too keen on sharing his abilities with just anyone. Except for Matt and Jay, apparently.
“I’m joking, I’m joking,” he continued, if the sarcasm wasn’t prevalent enough.
Jay let out a breathy laugh. "Ah, yes. That's partially why." He murmured, leaning over to graze his lips across Lou's cheek, chuckling softly, still cuddled up against the Frenchman, his leg overlapping Lou's.
Marco kept the blanket snuggled around his body, watching the movie with a soft, tired, unguarded expression.
“Shhh,” Lou warned with a small laugh, peeking a finger over the blanket and poking Jay’s cheek with it. “You be quiet.”
Matt rolled his eyes, not knowing what the subject of their conversation was, but knowing Lou was giving a hard time.
Jay laughed softly. "Mhm." he replied, nuzzling Lou's cheek happily. He stayed snuggled up with Lou, eyes drifting shut for a moment, then opening them again.
(bump?)
(Ah sorry, thought I replied)
Lou looked down, eyes resting on Jay. He smiled to himself.
“If you’re tired…” he trailed off, adjusting the arm around Jay slightly. “We can walk you guys back?”
(it's alright)
Jay shook his head. "Not that tired yet." he replied, sleepy. He blinked up at Lou hazily, a soft smile on his lips.
Marco shrugged his shoulders. His phone buzzed again, and he pulled it out to check it, lips tugging down into a frown.
“You sure?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. He returned the smile, cuddling up in the blanket even more.
Matt looked over to Marco, resting his face on one of his hands propped on the armrest.
“Everything alright?” he asked.
Jay nodded. "Mhm." he replied, cuddling up to Lou's side, absorbing the other male's warmth contentedly.
Marco sighed. "It's my mom." he replied, sounding more aggravated than anything. "I've gotta take this call." he got up, putting the phone to his ear and heading over to the adjacent room for a little privacy.
Jay frowned a little at Marco's comment about his mom, knowing that his friend didn't have a great relationship with her.
“Alright, take your time,” Matt called, waving his hand. “Let me know if you need anything.”
Lou glanced over to Matt, then to Jay, and back at the movie screen. He noticed Jay’s frown, but decided to leave the gesture be. Lou didn’t want part in any battle that wasn’t his.
Matt, on the other hand, most likely would. He was a sucker for standing up for people. Which is also why Lou refrained from asking anything.
Jay watched Marco go, but knew that the other wouldn't want Jay to try and interfere or say anything.
Marco kept his voice as quiet as he could, but it was easy enough to tell that he was aggravated and upset by whatever his mother was saying to him.
(Bump)
(Sorry what the heck I keep thinking I reply to this aaa I’ll get one up in a bit)
(lol it's okay)
(gosh so sorry for taking forever)
Much to Lou’s “surprise,” Matt looked over to Lou and Jay, raising an eyebrow. He made a motion back, gesturing to where Marco had left and making a shrug as if to ask what was going on. Lou just shook his head slightly, as if answering that he didn’t know. Matt kept his skeptical expression as he looked back to the TV, awaiting Marco’s return.
(tis fine)
"His mom's an ass." Jay replied quietly. "He's trans, and she won't accept that her "little girl" isn't a girl and hasn't been in a long time." his voice was quiet, careful as he glanced back for a moment. "It's…I'll let him explain the rest if he wants to, but it's really hard on him because she uses the wrong pronouns and the wrong name for him."
Matt’s face didn’t change expression as he glanced from Lou to Jay.
“Bueno eso es estúpido,” he muttered under his breath.
“English,” Lou mumbled.
“Lo siento,” Matt apologized. “I just hate when people don’t accept others for who they are, or want to be.”
Lou grit his teeth, a slight pain going through his heart. When he came out… his parents had supported him. Matt— well, Matt was a different case. The only person who hadn’t… “left” him was his sister. And Lou, of course. He couldn’t imagine how hard it had been for the man.
Jay took a deep breath, glancing over at Matt for a moment, and nodding slightly. "Yeah, I get that." he himself had had to struggle with his family to be accepted, but at least some of his family had accepted him.
Marco's voice, in the other room, rose a little bit. "-mom I said I'm not coming! I'm in France right now and…and you'd know that if you even bothered to check Anything!"
Lou could see the edge creeping into Matt’s eyes. He had to stop himself from putting a hand on the man’s arm and telling him to stay put. Fortunately, Matt knew better. However, he sat stiffly, elbows resting on his thighs and feet flat on the floor, like he was ready to get up at any moment. Lou sunk further back into the couch, still with his jaw locked. Perfect representatives of their polar opposite personalities.
Jay bit his lip a little bit, but knew better than to try and do anything right now. He let out a breath, not knowing what to do, if he should say anything to Matt and Lou or anything.
After a few more minutes, Marco came back, sitting down on the couch with a stiff back and a stony face, chewing hard on the inside of his lip and trying not to cry.
Matt glanced over at Marco, giving him a warm smile.
“Lamento mucho que ella no pueda aceptarte por lo que claramente eres,” he began, the words rolling off his tongue. “Te mereces personas que te apoyen. Sé cómo te sientes… y desearía que ellos también.”
Lou glared over, about to ask for a translation when Matt met his eyes. He slowly shook his head, but Lou understood. They were words Marco probably didn’t need to hear in his own language to understand the meaning. Bottom line was that Matt felt the same way.
(The spanish roughly translates to: “I'm so sorry that she can't accept you for who you clearly are. You deserve people who support you. I know how you feel … and I wish they did too.”)
(Gtg now sorry)
Marco looked at Matt, taking a deep breath and giving him a faint, watery smile. "I…I'm not sure what you said, but…thanks." his voice was quiet, subdued and sounding a bit upset.
Jay reached out to put a hand on Marco's shoulder, squeezing gently.