I Don't Even Know ❇ malum au

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You ever listen to ^Falling In Reverse^?  You should...

They're pretty cool, if I do say so myself.
Wow...  I just realized that without music, television, fandoms, fanfiction, and my few friends (more like sisters) - I would have no life...

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(This randomly showed in my spell check...  I guess that it must really know me...  It's like the movie Her, which I haven't even seen...  Will you marry me, Spell Check?)

"Dude, are you like spooning me?"

I was laying in bed, a bandage on my forehead, and a pair of strong arms holding me against the owner's firm chest.  I knew that Ash had slept over, but didn't particularly expect to wake up to the realization that I was used as his teddy bear through the night.

It was not cool for two guys who were best friends to cuddle in a bed together.

Okay, maybe it was.  I felt warm, I felt loved, and I felt protected.

Though, that was just the usual effect that the hippie had on me.  The moment made me wish that someone were to be cuddling me just like he was cuddling me, but to be romantic about it.

Wait, I was straight.

Why would I want someone to spoon me if I were supposed to be the big spoon.  I was supposed to be the spooner, not the spooneé.  Or whatever it was called.

"Ash, seriously.  Get off," I tried to squirm out of his grip, but his arms just grew tighter around me to where I couldn't move at all; I could barely even breathe.

"M'so warm n' comfy.  N' you're s'cuddly, Mikey Poo," he whined and nestled his head into the crook of my neck.  I just stiffened my body in response, feeling rather feminine because, he had just called me cuddly.

I wasn't supposed to be cuddly; I was supposed to be a cuddler.

"Dude, no.  I gotta get up, anyway."

His response was to pull me closer to him, if that were even possible.  And he nuzzled his head against my cheek.  He fucking nuzzled me.  Like, what the hell?  That shouldn't be normal.

"Really," I whined as I attempted to squirm in his hold.  And in doing that, I accidentally grinded my bum onto him.  At that moment - my movements just ceased because, he let out a strained moan.  I didn't even know what that was supposed to mean.  I thought that I'd hurt him or something.

I froze while he scrambled up off the bed.

"That, like, never happened.  Okay, man?" His face showed clear signs of being nervous.

"Um, I didn't hurt you, d-did I?"

"Um, no.  No, not at all," he shifted on his feet as I turned to get a better look at him.

"S-sorry," I frowned, noticing that he held his hands close to his crotch as though I'd just hit him or something.

"S'fine.  Um, I think I'm gonna go and take a quick shower.  Okay?  I'll come back in here when I'm done."

"Yeah, let me just get you some of my clothes.  I mean - if they're not too big or anything."

"No, I-I got it.  I'll get something.  Yeah, you just stay there."

With that - he quickly glanced through my closet, grabbed something in a rush, then scurried out of the room.  It didn't make sense.  I didn't think I'd done anything wrong to him, and he said that I hadn't hurt him.  I was confused, to say the least.

Though, I decided to just ignore it while I cuddled into the pillows and fell back asleep.
(Okay, Mikey is extremely innocent when it comes to all matters sexual.  Like, he just knows what the parts of a body are.  He doesn't know the reactions of them parts, or whatever you wanna call it.  I just wanted Mikey to be innocent in this one.)