SHORT SHORTS by Tonig73

About Last Night ...

A little fluff and mush to be going on with for the New Year.

Current day looks like this, 

Flashbacks to last night, look like this.

Warning  --  Mild bxb

Laurent glanced around the living room, cursing to himself under his breath, and even the whisper that echoed inside his skull hurt.  He wasn't altogether sure if his head was still attached to his shoulders at this point, but it had to be, he concluded, as it was actually registering that it hurt. like. fuck. 

He groaned at the sight that greeted him.  Bottles and glasses littered every horizontal surface, cards and games, empty food boxes and wrapping paper were strewn around the floor.  One drape had been left open, and the thin, watery winter light that split the dark inside the room hurt his eyes too.  

Something moved.  Someone was still here.  Laurent could vaguely remember everyone leaving in the early-ish hours of the morning, yelling and shrieking their Merry Christmas's as they walked, stumbled, or just plain fell down the stairs from his apartment.  Whatever was still there, moved again.  He heard the shift of a blanket and a feint groan.  Laurent walked around the couch to greet whatever state it was in. 

Larry lay, half on, half off the small couch.  It was small, and he was tall, so the two didn't really get along together very well.  His fluffy head rested on the seat, his waist and hips jutted out at a peculiar angle from the rest of him, his socked feet rested on the floor.  He looked uncomfortable to say the least, but it didn't seem like Larry cared that much. 

"Larry ?"  No answer.  Laurent noticed Larry's eyelashes flutter a bit, so he knew he was still alive.

"Larry .... " he tried again.  Only once though, the painful echo reverberating around the inside of his head again.  So he shook him instead, which also proved to be a mistake.

"Why you still here ... ?"  Laurent pushed Larry's legs over so he could sit down too, giving Larry no choice but to sit up and wake up.  It took a minute to haul himself into a sitting position, rubbing his eyes, the brown coils that sprung from his head comically bobbing in every direction. 

"You asked me to stay ... " Laurent frowned, forgetting.  

"I did ?  Shit, I need some water.  You want some water ?"  Larry nodded, hissing at his own sudden movement.

"How many times have we said never again ... " Larry groaned.

"Every year... " Laurent told him.  He sat back down, handing Larry his water.  They opened the bottles, chugging the cold water in sync, taking exactly the same number of gulps until they were sated.  

"Why did I ask you to stay again ?" 

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"Hey Larry !  Good to see you ... "   Larry and Laurent had been friends for years.  Larry and Laurent had also been in love with each other for many of those years, unbeknownst to the other.  Looking at them, watching their interactions, you'd think they'd know, they had to, it was as plain as the nose on everyone's face.  The lingering looks, the head tilts when listening attentively to the other talk, the touch of a shoulder or the accidental brush of skin in passing.