Muffled voices and blurry thoughts, aching limbs and drying eyes.
Its the early AM.
Nick awakens, his eyes opening wide as beautiful sleep becomes devoid of him. He winces as he expects the typical hangover headache to consume him, but nothing happens, surprisingly.
He took in the view from where he laid, stomach down, and pillow on his head rather than under.His eyes still heavy and his lips rough and peeling. A bump on the back of his head and cotton mouth. He was shirtless, his nipples a bit hard from the cool air blowing down on him.
Air conditioning? Here? He wasn't in the Valley anymore, he thought. He lay under a mass of white blankets and he smelled like expensive soaps and his hair was a mess, but smelled like wild strawberries.
White noise still prominent in his mind, and still coming down from his night highs. The room he was in was rather large, a loft he assumed since the bed was practically the only piece of furniture in the open space.
That's when he felt something shift in the bed and something latch around his waist, giving him goosebumps. Arms. Rather large arms he thought. Their grip tight as cold palms brushed his belly button.
Nick flinched and turned around quickly, the sudden movement rocking his head hard, he guessed he was hungover after all.
After seeing the face that was infront of him and those arms still locked around his midsection, he didn't mind being in that position, he wouldn't mind being in it for a while. Even if it was a complete stranger, dressed in nothing but a gray very-very unzipped hoodie and from what nick could see under the hoards of blankets, black sports boxers.
"jesus christ... where did I find you?"
His voice let out, wrapped in a rasp and morning breath, bourbon still hot on his tongue. He didn't mean to say that out loud, wincing and pretending he was still asleep just in case the other boy heard. he didn't hear anything so he slowly opened his eyes again, taking in the free art.
The other boys eyes fluttered and he may have muttered something but nick couldn't hear, it looked he was talking in his sleep but then those big arms shifted and pulled him even closer.
Nick suddenly felt like a teddy bear, a slowly suffocating teddy bear. But he liked being HIS bear.
The grip was comforting and Nicks mind fogged and eased again so he didn't really care about his whereabouts right now.
He just really liked this guys arms. He nuzzled the other boy to coax a sign out of him and the other boy gently complied pulling him in, again even closer, his head sat over nicks.
Nick took in a breath and again closed his eyes as he pressed himself against the pretty stranger, head on his chest and arms around his back, their limbs a mess, as were his mind and the many blankets.
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***Some hours later***
"where's your gadget I wanna save this moment."
"Havana leave them alone, they're sleeping!"
"BUT LOOK AT THE CUTENESS I WANNA FRAME IT. Like look at Shawn, he's such a cuddler, look at him, his arms are practically eating Nick. I ship it."
"That's Shawn for you. Cuddler extrodainare. What the hell does ship mean?"
A new voice said. Meadow had decided to grace the room -
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These Last Days
Science Fiction2033. the world we knew has grown poor, weak and mad. Famine reigns across the oceans and overpopulation decimates the system. Canada and the USA have merged into one, pooling in their resoures to ensure the continuity of our species. alliances are...
