smut + this is ridiculous
simon wasn't really sure how he ended up here. well, it's not that surprising that he ended up in his own hotel room at the end of the night, that's not what he was talking about. what he wasn't sure about, was how harry ended up in simon's hotel room as well. on his bed. naked. that's where everything got a little lost in simon's mind.
not that he was complaining, obviously, but he honestly couldn't remember when this 'gay plunge' thing had stopped being a joke and started being, well, being.
he knew it started with drinks, of course. they'd finished filming and playing golf for the day, they headed back to the hotel with everyone else, ate, talked, laughed and joked. cal had gone to bed first, then, josh, randy, cal, and harry and simon both agreed they didn't want to go to bed yet. one of them, simon didn't remember which, said they should go to that bar in the hotel, so they did.
well they tried to anyway. it was a big hotel! finding the bar was hard, and asking someone for help was embarrassing and simon grew bored of searching and invited harry to his room, bribing him with the mini fridge full of shots. so they went, and they talked and they joked and they drank. not too much, just enough to feel lighter. and they talked. and the taking turned into joking. and the joking turned back into talking.
and simon didn't remember, he really didn't, where it had come from, who said it. maybe he was drunker than he thought? but they talked about it seriously, well as a joke, but not really.
'if i had to try it i'd try it with you.'
'yeah, same.'
'but we don't have to try it, so.'
'obviously, yeah.'
'yeah.'
...
one thing simon did remember was that look on harry's face. the one he was sure he mirrored. the one that said everything.
'i'd try it with you.'
'same.'
'if i did it.'
'me too.'
'but, obviously.'
'yeah, right.'
...
'but if i was going to-'
and that went on for awhile. talking around each other. asking, making sure, checking and checking again. and maybe simon did remember how it happened, because he asked harry how they'd do it, if they did it, which they wouldn't, but if they did want to try it here and now, then how?
'places like this always have lube.' simon had half wondered how harry knew that, why he needed to know. 'have you never opened a drawer?' harry pointed at the bedside table and simon got up to check for himself, somehow shocked when harry hadn't lied to him. there was a bottle of lube there, condoms too. simon had picked them up and placed them onto or the table, humming in surprise. and then they'd talked around it a bit more, eyes flicking from the bottle to the other man and simon asked a question.
'do you know how to?' harry tilted his head at this, amused. simon briefly wondered why that head tilt made his mouth dry.
'know how to what?' harry tried to keep a straight face but simon knew him well enough to notice the teasing glint in his eye.
'stop it, you know.' simon had stopped letting eye contact with harry distract him, since when had simon been the one to shy away from eye contact? that was a harry thing.
'yes, i know how to prep myself.' simon nodded and looked back to harry. that amused glint still there. they just looked at each other for awhile, not knowing how to get to the next step.
