words: 2026
genre: mentions of smut, fluff, slight angst, also something at the end :DD
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Their first night together hadn't went as planned, but to be fair neither of them had ever 'planned' a first night. They hated each other. That was it. Maybe a bit of banter from their friends every now and then about how they 'should just shag and get it over with' - but never had they ever imagined actually just shagging and 'getting it over with'.
It was a spur of the moment thing. Simon's hand had accidentally came into contact with Harry's thigh, and he didn't move it. It could have been the booze talking, but the younger boy swore his touch felt really nice.
The night went on, not for so long as they grew closer and closer with every swig of alcohol. Touching the other at any given moment, really enjoying the small moments they shared.
But it got to the point where the tension had rose too high. When their friends went away to sing and dance, Simon tugged at Harry's hand and took him a few streets down until they were at his house.
They entered the house, the door swiftly being unlocked, and clothes were already draping off their bodies.
Simon had Harry pinned up against a wall, kissing him so hard that their teeth knocked a few times. It really showed the desperation.
The older boy's tongue slid across Harry's lower lip and his hand made it's way to his lower back, pushing the other forward so that he could feel how hard he already was. The sudden friction caused quite the reaction, as Harry moaned out and Simon took that as an opportunity to slide his tongue into the boy's mouth, exploring every corner and every inch.
They didn't take their sweet time in making sure everything went smoothly, instead just made their way to Simon's room and got straight into it.
Hardly any preparation. Just two drunk enemies getting it on with each other because they hadn't had much action in a while.
That's all it was.
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The morning after the night before, Harry woke up in an unfamiliar setting. It took him a good minute or so to regain his memory of the previous night.
He took in his surroundings as he rubbed his eyes open, quickly learning he was in Simon's room.
Simon.
The memories flood back into his head. Simon pounding into him like their time was limited. The pain and the pleasure, both giving him a high. He wished he could say more about the words shared between them, but all there really was, was the sound of each other moaning the other's name.
His cock twitched. Simon moaning his name. It really was memorable.
But he shouldn't be thinking like that, so he cursed himself aloud (or at least tried to) and winced once he saw his wrists. The hand marks wrapped around the both of them, the last thing he wanted was reminders of Simon and their shared night, but it seemed as though that's all he'd be getting.
Harry sat up and placed a hand to his forehead before looking around and noticing Simon was nowhere to be found. Nor was there a single sound in the house.
