Definitely Not Gay (Harringrove)

Oops

Steve

As I drift into consciousness, I am very much aware of a blinding light. Squinting at the source, I realize I didn't close my curtains last night.

I stretch and rub my eyes. My head is throbbing with a dull ringing in my ears. I notice an unfamiliar weight on my waist. I glance down at it and freeze. Shit. It's a hand. A masculine hand.

Someone stirs next to me, humming contentedly. Woah. That was definitely a masculine hum. I'm too shaken to look behind me at who's big spooning me. The hand squeezes my hipbone harder.

I try to scramble out of bed, but both of his hands grab me and pull me closer than before. I can feel something hard poking me from behind. Oh, god! I'm naked! He's naked! What is happening?!

"You aren't leaving so soon, are you sweetheart?" His hoarse, sexy voice tickles my ear.

"AHHH!" I fly out of bed, tangling myself in the sheets.

My ass hits the ground. Hard. That's gonna bruise.

The figure in my bed bolts upright. His million dollar hair is disheveled.

Realization crosses his face. He looks horrified. "Harrington, what the fuck?!"

"What are you doing in my bed, Hargrove?!"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." He throws himself off my bed like it's lava, banging his head on my desk in the process. "Holy shit! Ow!"

"Oh my god!" I gasp out, hyperventilating.

He reaches for the door handle and whips his head towards me. "Your parents home?"

I shake my head, too frazzled to form a coherent sentence.

He races out of the room.

Woah. Holy shit. I genuinely cannot believe that just happened. I can feel the blood pulsing in my head.

I pull on my clothes, slowly and silently, stuck helplessly in my thoughts. When I finish, I realize that Billy is standing in the doorway. Naked.

"I—uhh... I forgot my clothes." He points awkwardly at the rumpled pile lying on the floor.

"Well, don't—god, Hargrove!" I shield my eyes and turn away. "Put your fucking clothes on, don't fucking stand there all fucking naked! Fuck!"

He is dressed in record time. "Listen, uhh..." He glances wearily around the room, as if there are hidden spies. I look back at him now, glad to see that he has clothes on. "I was drunk. Probably thought you were a girl." Wow, thanks a lot. "Just don't... don't tell, okay?"

"Believe me, I'm not telling anyone."

He nods and leaves in the blink of an eye.

Okay, so that happened.