Lovesick [Grelliam, Slingphries]

Six

|AN: this song doesn't relate to the story, but i really really like it! i suggest you check out mrsuicidesheep, kids-waste and Chet Porter. -joel| 

Alan woke up with the strong smell of male deodorant. He didn't know where he was, but it was a good chance that we was in Eric's bed. He sat up, but then remembered that he had left his glasses on the coffee table.

"Senpai?" He said, his voice nearly cracking in the middle. No answer. He was probably at work or something. If he wasn't at work, he was probably hanging out at Ronald's.

He threw the covers off of him, and saw that he wasn't wearing his underpants. Well, he was wearing a pair, but they weren't his. They were too big for him, and, well, they were probably Eric's. Alan sighed and got out of bed and walked over to the door. He saw his phone and glasses on the counter and made a beeline towards them, but was grabbed and pinned to a wall by someone or something.

"Good mornin', love," The Something said, leaning in very close. Alan panicked a little and tried get free, but was instead kissed very passionately. His mouth was filled with the very distinct taste of expensive whiskey and cigarettes.

"Mmmf!"

"One sec."

After a few moments of kissing, he was released. The brunette reached for his glasses and put them on. He blinked a few times, and looked at the stranger, who wasn't a stranger at all, because it was Eric. Alan turned bright red and looked for something to cover himself, while the other reaper just stood laughing to himself.

A few moments later, they were both on the couch and in each other's arms.

"Can you get me some crisps from the cupboard?"

"If you allow me to get a glass of whiskey."

"Alright..."

"But you're gonna have to move."

"Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine."

Alan flopped off the couch and onto the ground, while Eric got up and went to the kitchen. He returned a few moments later with the requested bag of chips and glass of whiskey. Wittle Al was still laying on the floor, tangled in a blanket.

"You, uh, need some help?"

"Mmmm."

"I'm gonna pick you up, alright?"

"Okayyyyy."

Eric set down everything he had in his hands and picked up his friend, who had half fallen asleep since it was 6:37 am.

"God, you sure are light."

"Not for much longer.."

"What do you mean by that?!"

"O-oh, well, uh, do you remember your birthday?"
"Ohhhh, I remember it alright."

"I-I'm pregnant."

And at that moment Eric nearly fainted.

After a few moments, they had a lengthy discussion about Alan's sudden pregnancy, and how he got pregnant.

And then Alan realised he wasn't wearing a binder. Or a shirt.

"That explains a lot." Eric smirked.
"S-shut up." He muttered and covered his chest.

"So, are we gonna break the news to the boss or what?"

"No, Eric, I'll just collect soulsh and sign paperwork as my stomach extends to the size of Great Britain. Of course we'll tell him!"

"I see the mood swings are already kicking in."

And then Alan proceeded to start cursing at his boyfriend for the next twenty minutes or so. After this cursing rant, the younger reaper plopped down onto the couch and started to eat the bag of chips Eric had gotten him.

"Where'd you pick up those words?"

"Remember the time you dropped your shcythe on your foot?"

"Oh, don't bloody remind me."

"It was kind of funny."

"Cursing isn't funny."

"It was funny to me because of your very thick accent."

"Sexy. Thick AND sexy."

"But it doeshn't turn me on."
"How can my accent be not sexy?! I'm told that it's a real-turn on from the female trainees when I'm on instructor duty."

"Eric. Your accent isn't sexy."

"Then I'll take off my clothes and I'll show you what's sexy."

"What the hell is wrong with you."

"Everything. Now-" Eric pulled off his shirt. "Let's begin."