Yogscast One Shots

{Hatsome} Did we..?

"Mmmm, mmwah?" rubbing his eyes, Smith blinked in the sudden daylight. He looked down sleepily to find Ross staring at him wide eyed, his elbows digging into his rubs.

"Why are you in my bed Ross?" He rubbed at his face trying to wake up properly. 

"That mate, is a very good question." Ross said confusedly, tapping on his chest. "Along with, why is Trott curled into your side?"

Smith quickly looked over and found Ross' statement to be true. Trott was curled into his side, somewhat resembling a kitten. He twitched in his sleep and curled further into the crook of Smith's arm, getting impossibly closer. 

"Did you... wake up there?" Smith asked apprehensively, glancing back at the werewolf. Ross nodded, his brow furrowing.

"Ummm" Smith looked down at their smaller friend who was still dozing peacefully.

"Did we...?" he was scared to say it but everything pointed that way so far.

"I dunno. I have a killer hangover though if that's anything to go by." Ross pushed himself up into a sitting position so he was no longer laying on the green man's chest. 

"Huh. Well should we.. you know.. tell Trott?" They stared at the dozing selkie. Smith noticed that his skin lay in a rumpled pile in the corner. Smith's eyes widened in realization.

"Oh my god is he... wearing pants?" They stared at each other for a few seconds not knowing what to do.

"Umm well we'll have to find out eventually." "Ya.." Tentatively Smith pulled back the covers about an inch before hastily shoving them back into place turning red. Ross burst out laughing at Smith's disgruntled expression.

"He's definitely not wearing pants. Oh fuck, am I wearing pants?!" Turning even redder Smith pulled the covers even tighter around himself in a panic, careful not to move Trott. Ross laughed even harder at this, finding it hilarious that he was the only one in the group wearing boxers. 

"Don't be a prick and hand me some underwear will ya?" Smith said obviously very flustered. Ross chuckled but opened the drawers and shifted through the mass of clothes before pulling out some boxers and tossing them at the embarrassed man. Smith very slowly took his arm that had previously been stuck under their still sleeping friend and clumsily put on the boxers. 

"We should wake him up mate." they stared again at the slumbering selkie. Smith made the first effort.

"Err Trott mate. Time to wake up. C'mon..." tentatively, he placed a green hand on Trott's back and shook him gently. He mumbled something in his sleep but still didn't wake.

"Trott..." "TROTT WAKE UP, WE'RE PRETTY SURE WE FUCKED LAST NIGHT" Ross' yell made them both jump and Trott nearly fell out of the bed. 

"Ross what the fuck was that for you prick!?" Smith yelled trying to steady his breathing. Trott stared at them both wide eyed and bright red before covering himself in the blanket.

"Trott you can't hide from the truth." Ross said teasingly. They heard a muffled "Fuck you" from under the covers but other than that he didn't move.

"Pretty sure that already happened mate."  "Oh shut up you ass and hand me my skin." Trott poked his head out from under the blanket and glared at the werewolf. Ross chuckled and fetched the skin from the corner and handed it to the fuming boy. 

"I hate you." Trott moaned a he pulled on the skin. 

"So about... this" Smith gestured the rumpled sheets laying on the bed and the sweat stained mattress. 

"Also this!" Ross held up a beer bottle that had previously been hidden under the bed. Smith sighed. "Yes Ross, and that." 

"What about it?" Trott asked sulkily, hiding in the walrus skin he wore. "To be honest it was gunna happen eventually." They turned to stare at Ross, shocked. He shrugged.

"What? It was. With all that talk of fucking one of us was gunna crack eventually. I just didn't expect it to be like this." 

They sat in silence for a fews seconds before Trott broke it shyly.

"Do you... remember it?" he was blushing. Ross shook his head. "Nah mate, not a clue. Why? Do you?"

"I-I Um.." Trott blushed even more looking very nervous. Ross' eyes and grin widened "You do don't you! Well c'mon tell us! Can't be that bad." 

"Your.. your... very umm.. hot Smith" Smith snorted putting a hand over his mouth trying to hide his laughter. "No shit sherlock" Ross muttered chuckling at Trott's nervous expression. Smith turned on their werewolf friend. "So you think I'm hot do you?" He snickered as Ross rolled his eyes.

"Mate we've had a one-night-stand I'm allowed to say your hot." "Fair enough." Smith turned back to the selkie who looked like he wanted to disappear into the floor.

"Well? Any other observations?" "I uh.. you kind of told me...that- that.."

 "Oh.." They stared down at their feet awkwardly realizing what Trott was implying. 

"So you didn't actually... mean it..." Smith looked up startled as Trott started tearing up. Both the other men moved instinctively toward their friend in the usual moment of 'protect Trott'.

"No no, don't think like that, we do love you Trott, I'm- I'm sorry." Smith hurriedly explained. Trott sniffed as Ross pulled him into his firm grasp, curling up like a kitten once more. Smith sat across from them staring awkwardly at his green toes.

"Oh come here you" Smith gave a small smile and moved closer, letting Ross wrap a large arm around his waist and putting his head on his friend's shoulder.

"Told you it was gunna happen eventually."

"Shut up Ross your ruining the moment."

Author's Note: I'm feeling Dirrrrtyyyy. Hehehehehe. Still cute though, I love Hatsome. Bai my sugars! ~AvatheBulldog

Also, yay long chapter!