Glitter and Cocaine

5

Kurapika holds a hand to the front of his pounding head as he stares down with wide, shaky eyes at the blanket draped over his and someone else's naked bodies. We didn't do it, we didn't do it, repeats in his swimming mind. His body aches immensely and his heart races in his hickey-scattered chest. Tears pool in his grey eyes as he feels a sudden need to hurl. Quickly, he leans over and pukes into the trash beside the bed, his shaky hands clutching the thick, warm blankets.

Reality sets in when Kurapika's eyes fall upon the tied, used condom at the bottom of the trash can underneath his pistachio green and slightly yellow throw up. That confirms it. They did indeed do it. At the time, sure, of course he wanted it. He was intoxicated out of his mind; he wasn't thinking straight. But now he profusely regrets coming here. He isn't even dating this boy. He only met Gon two days ago and knows nothing about him. He needs to leave.

"Kurapika?" Comes a deep, sleepy, raspy voice from behind him.

He forces himself to swallow the thick lump in his throat before turning his torso, hesitantly locking eyes with Gon. "Y-Yeah?"

"Bad hangover?" Gon asks, lifting a hand to blindly fix his bangs as he lets out a very tired yawn, showing his lack of sleep from the previous night.

"Yeah, um... I gotta go," Kurapika says and awkwardly scoots to the end of the bed, wincing in pain.

"Hm? It's Tuesday morning. Besides school, which only has a few hours left so there's no point in going, where do you have to be?" Gon questions, exhaling and sitting up, letting the warm blanket fall and reveal his beautiful bronze upper body, also scattered with love bites, just not as dark and obvious as Kurapika's.

"Just gotta go," Kurapika replies and bends down from where he sits on the bed, whimpering from the pain in his back as he grabs the pile of his clothes on the floor.

Gon studies him as he slowly and carefully gets dressed. He can tell Kurapika feels weird and uncomfortable and clearly in lots of pain, and something tells him Kurapika doesn't really have anywhere to be. "Hey," He says softly as he scoots down the bed and sits next to Kurapika, "Can I take you to breakfast? You must be hungry."

Kurapika's eyes widen as he stares down at his lap. The last thing he wants is to catch feelings for some boy he's only just met and already had sex with. And for all he knows, Gon's bound to up and leave once he gets bored of Kurapika. He's already been down that path once and still has barely recovered from that terrible relationship.

"Uh... I don't know," Kurapika mumbles, unsure of what Gon's motives are. If it's to sleep with him again then no way. Kurapika wants so desperately to just go back home.

Gon gently grabs Kurapika's hand, making him flinch from the sudden touch. He slowly subs soothing circles onto the back of Kurapika's hand as he softly smiles at him. "I want you to feel comfortable around me. Are you afraid that I'll leave you once I'm done fucking you? I'm not like that, Kurapika."

It's like he read Kurapika's mind, that damn romantic. Kurapika sighs and lifts his head, looking into Gon's alluring chocolate brown eyes. "But how do I know you're not like that? And how do I know you aren't just using me? And how do I know you even wanted that last night and that it wasn't just your drunk dick talking and controlling you?" He rambles.

Gon chuckles, his eyes crinkling with his laughter and his pearly whites slightly peaking through his bruised lips. "My drunk dick?"

"You know what I mean, you ass!" Kurapika hisses and slaps his arm, puffing his cheek in an adorable pout.

"What happened last night... I wanted it, Kurapika. I wanted you. And not just for one night. Let me prove to you my dedication to you and this relationship... If you'll let me," Gon whispers, his face suddenly mere inches from Kurapika's.

Well, if that didn't make Kurapika's heart flutter, his cheeks redden and immediately catch feelings for Gon, he's not sure what would. Slowly, Kurapika places his hand on Gon's and nods. "Okay. I'll... I'll give it a shot."

Gon's eyes light up with joy and excitement. "Really?" He asks, beaming like a puppy getting his leash on to go take a walk outside.

Kurapika gives a half nod. "One thing to know before dating me, I cry a lot. And I'm like fucking insane so if you hurt me, I might kill you," He says with a lazy shrug.

Gon blinks at him. "W-Well, first, that's two things. Second, got it. I'll do my best. Now, do you want to go catch breakfast? Well, technically lunch now," He says, rising from the bed with another sleepy yawn.

"Yeah, can you hand me my phone?" Kurapika asks, sliding his feet into his black Trinity boots.

Gon picks Kurapika's phone up off the bedside table and clicks on the screen to check the time, noticing four hundred and fifty-one missed calls and seventy-four texts from somebody named bestie!! with a spam of random emojis after the name. "Um, bestie has been blowing up your phone," Gon says as he hands the phone to Kurapika.

Immediately, Kurapika's stomach drops. "Shit," He whispers, taking the phone from Gon. With great regret in his eyes, Kurapika clicks on the stack of messages from Killua and scrolls up to the top of them.

"Is everything alright?" Gon asks as Kurapika lifts the phone level with his ear, but far away from it.

Kurapika gives Gon his index finger, silently telling him to hold as he listens to the faint ringing of his phone until it suddenly stops and immediately, Killua is screaming into the phone.

"Where the hell are you?! Are you dead?! What happened to calling me every fucking hour?! You could've died, you stupid bitch!" He shouts angrily. Now Gon realizes why Kurapika's holding the phone so far away from his head.

"Damn," Gon mumbles in between Killua's rants.

"And I had no idea-!" Killua pauses for a second, "Who the fuck are you with?! That boy?!"

"Ahem, that boy has a name," Gon retorts, rolling his eyes in annoyance. "And who might you be? Acting like you're his mom," He grumbles.

Kurapika sighs and shakes his head, putting his phone on speaker so they can have their own conversation.

"Uh excuse me," Killua hisses, "I'm Killua, Kurapika's best friend. We met at the party, dipshit."

"Uh excuse me but who are you to be cursing at me? You don't even know me," Gon growls.

"I know that you're not good enough for Kurapika," Killua says boldly.

"Idiot," Kurapika whispers under his breath.

"Oh for real? Alright, bet. Kurapika, take me to his house," Gon demands and grabs his jacket from the chair pushed into the desk beside the bed.

"I'm not taking you to his house," Kurapika says softly, trying to calm Gon and his angry best friend.

"Oh you're gonna fight me?! Okay. Okay. Kurapika, give him my address. I'll kill this bitch," Killua says, his blood pumping as he paces back and forth in his room.

"He will," Kurapika tells Gon, looking up at him from where he sits on the bed.

"Bitch, I ain't scared of a twig like you that won't even touch a drug because it's 'scary'," Gon scoffs at Killua.

Right before the little ball of anger could reply, Kurapika beat him to it. "Okay that's enough," He says and hangs up. "You don't talk to him like that. I'll take care of him when I see him but no fighting, okay?"

Gon sighs and helps Kurapika stand from the bed. "He's an ass."

"Well, ass or not, he's my best friend and he's gonna be around for... well, ever," Kurapika shrugs. "You two will learn to get along. Got it?"

Gon grumbles under his breath and nods. "Fine. Now let's go. I'm hungry."