Uni, Beer and Science

The Morning After

I woke up early and made my way downstairs to work on my laptop in piece. I had a horrid feeling that Nat had stayed the night. I opened up my unfinished essay and began typing, although I felt myself getting distracted. Yellow and black striped tape had been put over the broken pane of glass. I thought back to the most beautiful man I'd ever met. Then there was the kiss...

"With no warning, he held my chin and tilted my head, placing a soft kiss on my mouth. "I think I should get you back to your room..." I said slowly, not wanting to stop talking to the eye candy of the university."

I put my head in my hands. No-one had ever seen me like that. Ok, so maybe it was just him being drunk but surely it had to mean something? Just as if I couldn't fill my head with any more Tony-related stuff, he walked into the cafe and sat down in front of me. He was looked a lot more serious than he did last night.

"Tell me honestly." He said, his voice monotone. "Did I make a move on you last night?" I gulped. "I can't tell what was in my dreams and what happened. I can't even remember your name, sorry." I laughed as convincingly as I could. "Um, well you were very drunk," I began. Tony put his head in his hands and groaned. "What did I do?" He asked quietly.

I recounted the moment he broke the pane of glass, to when I put him in his bed and then left his room. I mentioned the kiss, but went quickly, trying not to make it obvious. "Oh I'm so sorry little guy." I laughed nervously. "My name's Bruce, actually. Tony blushed magenta. "I actually knew that..." Tony whispered. I gave him a confused look and he said, "I've known who you are for a while. I sit next to Barton, Clint Barton in one of my lectures and he talked about you for a bit. Anyway..." He trailed off, his pink cheeks getting a deeper red by the second.

I moved closer towards him and looked at him properly, moving his head up so he had to look at me back. "Just say it Tony. Don't make me assume, and please don't leave me wondering like you did last night." I could feel the salty water welling up in the corners of my eyes. Tony sighed and opened his mouth to speak. No words came out. He closed his eyes from a moment, as if to compose himself, and then he lent forwards, held my head with his hands, and kissed my firmly on the lips. I naturally wrapped my arms around his neck and he pulled me closer to him. Unfortunately, the coffee table got between us and Tony sat back, although he still had his fingers intertwined with my small ears.

I didn't know whether to smile or not, but I imagine I was doing a bit of both. Tony grinned and stroked the side of my face gently with his thumb. "Thank goodness for alcohol Bruce, otherwise I'd never had had the courage to talk to you." I laughed and sat back in my chair. "That's not a moral thing thing to say, is it?" We both laughed and I said, "Do you fancy coming up to my room? I could make you some coffee or something?" Tony nodded and he took my hand. I flinched slightly, but calmed down when I saw his smile. His beautiful, charming smile.