It Was Only A Cut In Another Universe

Hangover

Trigger Warning: Internalized homophobia, sexual fantasies, and mentions of masturbation

No smut yet y'all, but don't worry you'll get it in a later chapter.

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Vincent's head felt like it had been whacked multiple times. It made him want to remain on the plush body he laid on. It was just so comfortable compared to the couch he slept on. Wait. His eyes began to peak open only to be hit with light. It wasn't bad, but it still felt too bright. Causing Vincent to turn over. Letting his eyes adjust. He was in a bedroom painted a slight bluish gray. A large window was on the opposite side of the door. There Vincent could tell the lights were on. 

Before he could wrap his head around where he was he felt it. A familiar churning in his gut. Not going well with the horrible sensation in his mouth. Without second thought Vincent shot out of bed. Dashing out the room. Gut instinct told him to go to the door on the left. Opening it to reveal a bathroom. Rushing straight to the toilet before dumping what little was in his gut. Mostly puking up spit, and bits of alcohol, and then it was dry heaving Finally Vincent got his gut under control. His memory was clearing up a bit. That's when he remembered where he was. Rody's apartment, the party, Richard, getting drunk with Rody, and 

"Hey are you doing okay?" Rody asked, Vincent did his best to remain calm, but internally he was panicking. They made out last night. He started grinding against him. Rody was willing to have sex with him, and he was so casual right now it was unnerving. 

"Yeah." Vincent replied as he wiped his mouth. A trail of saliva remained. Rody had changed to his chef's uniform. Leaning against the door frame completely unbothered. 

"I'm about to work on breakfast right now. Is there anything in particular you'd like? I can try to add as much texture to whatever you want." Rody asked as he got off the doorframe. Vincent felt his heart warm a little. Yet he remained very confused. 

"Bacon, usually crispy." Rody gave a smile. "Very well. Feel free to take a shower if you want as well." Rody said before leaving. Shutting the door behind him. Vincent followed quickly, locking it. He was going to need as much privacy as he could. Because now his mind was clear he could feel a very prevalent problem in his pants. Turning on the water he stripped naked feeling rather embarrassed he was about to do this. Let alone in his boss's house. Yet he feared touching himself as he stepped into the shower. Water slowly turned from cold to warm. His mind was still reeling from the previous evening. 

He had a girlfriend and he kissed Rody. He wanted Rody. He knew that, but Manon was supposed to fix him. He was supposed to like women. That's what his parents had wanted from him. Vincent sighed as he looked down at his dick. How he managed to pass out like that was beyond him. Yer his options were stick it out until it goes wavy. Which could be a while, and on top of his hangover could be a pain, or deal with it now. With the water running, and Rody likely busy making breakfast Vincent figured what was the harm in doing so.

When Rody first heard the noise he thought it was a mistake. Before it was followed quickly by another noise. Soon Rody could tell it was moaning. With the bacon already in the oven he really couldn't leave the kitchen. Though it was a good thing Vincent was vocal. He had realized the pain of trying to sleep while turned on after five minutes of laying there. Of course he had gone to the bathroom and pleasured himself. All while thinking about what it would be like to stick himself in Vincent's ass. What he would like tied to the bed frame. Helpless, and at the mercy of Rody as he would thrust into him with enough force to make him see stars. Until all he could say was Rody's name. 

All of it sent shivers down Rody's spine. It was almost impossible not to become hard again with Vincent's faint moans just reminding him of his fantasies. Maybe even then Vincent might let him hold his neck. To watch him choke on his airways as Rody pounded into him. Watching blood drip from his skin from small cuts he had made with a knife. How would his blood taste? Salty like everyone else's, or maybe there was a different taste. Afterall Vincent couldn't taste. Would that change his blood? Probably not, but hey a man could dream. A loud ring cut him off from his thoughts as he noticed the timer going off. He sighed now feeling a slight tightness in his pants. Oh well, it was a good thing he had a private office where he could work it out from there. Who knows, maybe Vincent would join him.

When Vincent left the bathroom he saw Rody placing a plate of bacon down, and of course another one with scrambled eggs, and a biscuit. Likely for Rody. It took a short amount of time for Rody to notice his presence. 

"Oh hey! Just in time." He said with a cheery smile. Vincent nodded, giving an awkward one in return. 

"So about last night, I was really drunk, and I don't remember anything. So if I said something just discard I didn't mean it." It was a lie, a blatant, big fat lie. Yet Vincent couldn't bring himself to tell the truth. He couldn't admit that less he gets fired. Even if Rody had been willing to go along, what were the chances he wasn't already drunk. Rody seemed a little sad. Just for a moment before returning to his happy expression. 

"Oh it's alright you didn't do or say anything crazy." Rody was lying but Vincent had to go along with it. When he sat down he noticed two hundred euros on the table next to his plate. 

"Those are for you helping last night. I'm pretty sure you were sober when Richard said whatever he said, but still you worked hard." Vincent couldn't believe it. 

"Are you sure? I didn't do all that much." Rody waved his hand. 

"I insist. Oh also since work starts soon you can just use a spare uniform from the cabinet." Vincent nodded, pocketing the money before getting to his breakfast. There wasn't much to taste, but at least the texture was tolerable. The rest of his day went smoothly. His headache cleared up. With the help of some painkillers from Rody. The customers were polite, patient, and very few. Despite Vincent's panic things were looking his way. When he got home he expected to hide the money in his wardrobe. At least half. Though shortly after walking in he was shoved to the ground. He was rather confused until he looked up. A pair of dark brown eyes met with caramel-colored eyes. Red venomous lips up in snarl. 

"Where were you last night?"