Cracking The Commander (DJ x Commander)

CHAPTER 18

The unmistakable sound of snoring was what DJ awoke to that following morning.

...Huh...?

When he cracked open his eyes, rubbing them to clear his vision of sleep, and adjusting to the beaming morning sun shooting him right in the retinas, he had no idea where he was. For a moment, at least.

He shifted, feeling an odd weight dipping the mattress beside him. It began to click the more and more he laid there.

"Man. What happened last night?" He whined to himself, rubbing his aching temples. Everything was too bright and his head hurt like a bitch. Another disruptive snore made him groan and clutch his head. Ow, god!

Wait.

He recognized that snoring anywhere.

Oh fuck.

'Shit,' DJ thought, eyes boggling as he whipped his head to the side. Suddenly, any grogginess from sleep was instantly wiped from his mind and replaced with an intense rush of adrenaline. The source of the snoring was exactly who he guessed. 'Fuck. Oh my god.'

There, lying next to him, fast asleep and covered in dark bruises and bites, was his leader. Completely naked.

DJ sucked in a breath sharply. Everything that happened the other night instantly rushed back to him. All the moans, the marks, the...the mess. He shook his head, face flaming red.

Commander was gonna fucking kill him!

It didn't register to DJ that this was quite possibly one of the worst things to do to someone, but the panic rushing through his mind was too much to fully process what he was doing. He, as quietly as he could manage, fumbled out of bed, suddenly realizing that he, too, was naked.

That only solidified his suspicions that he and Commander definitely did something.

'I shouldn't have had all those beers. I'm gonna lose my job...I slept with my boss. I...came inside— oh god!'

He grimaced and hurried to his closet, gathering any clothes he could and shoving them on, not caring much about getting cleaned up.

If anyone knew what to do, it had to be...

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"Electro! Electro! Open your door! Please!"

DJ was pounding a fist against Electroshocker's door. He didn't necessarily expect an immediate response — knowing that the guy had a bad habit of staying up till dawn — so you could imagine DJ's shock as the door swung open, leading Electroshocker to almost get socked in the face by his fist.

"What the hell, DJ?" Electroshocker groaned, rubbing his face with a lazy hand. "What are—"

"You gotta help me. Dude, I'm so fucked."

Without another word, Electroshocker seemed to perk up, and let the poor musician inside. He scrambled in, breathing like he had just run a mile and red in the face.

"What's wrong with you? The hell did you do, DJ?"

DJ sat on Electroshocker's creaky bed and placed his head in his hands. "Oh god, I had sex with Commander..." DJ groaned, muffled by his hands clamped over his hot face.

There was a shamefully long pause between Electroshocker's response and DJ's admission of guilt.

"Oh, I know." Electroshocker was speaking all too nonchalantly considering the circumstances of the conversation.

"...What."

"It's pretty hard to ignore the unbelievably loud moans of your name through the damn walls, DJ." He proceeded to let out an evil sounding cackle. "I'm pretty sure the whole team knows."