little things :: zeroyalchaos au

The Morning After

Anthony was worried. Like, really, really worried.

You see, he knew he got drunk. He went to the party and ended up drinking his ass off. Typical teenager stuff, probably did some stupid shit that, more than likely, ended up on somebody's phone somewhere.

Cool.  That was expected.

But when you wake up in a bed, half naked and with someone sleeping next to you? That was not what Anthony expected.

Anthony sat up, quickly reaching over and closing the blinds, the bright sunlight being shut out. He groaned, both in pain and relief, as he rubbed his temples trying to remember last night.

He... He had gone to the party at Minx's house, he had found Ze, and...

Wait. Isn't this Steven's room? Holy shit on a stick, how did I end up here? And... If this is his room, then isn't the guy next to me...

Turning towards the person next to him in bed, still fast asleep, he reached over and carefully pulled the blanket back. Sure enough, Steven was there, snuggled deep into the blankets wearing a shirt that had to be Anthony's.

Anthony felt his stomach churn. Without any thought, he scrambled up off the bed and made a dash to the bathroom, where he instantly threw up into the toilet.

He wasn't entirely sure how long he spent in there, all he knew was that at one point he stopped and cleaned up his mess, and then suddenly he's waking up on the bathroom floor.

"Chilly? W-what are you doing here? Where's your shirt?" Steven looked startled as Anthony walked into the bedroom, rubbing his head once more.

Anthony laid back down on the bed, curling up into a ball. "You're wearing my shirt, buddy. Where are your pants?"

Steven looked down, before turning away, face redder than the shirt he was wearing. "I... I don't know. What happened last night?" He pauses for a moment, eyes widening suddenly. "Please say we didn't fuck."

Anthony doesn't even have the energy to make a joke here. He scoffs, pulling the pillow over his head. "Way to be honest with your feelings. Love you too, buddy."

"Oh, shut up. You know what I meant. Uh... Let me- let me find some clothes. Do you want some aspirin? I'm getting some, then taking a shower." Steven got off the bed, beginning to go through his closet for clothes. 

Anthony gave him a thumb up, not daring to move his head out of fear that his headache would grow worse.

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"So you're telling me neither of us remember last night, but we woke up in bed half naked together?" 

"Basically, yeah." Steven shrugged, taking a bite of the sandwich he made.

"Well, does your ass hurt? Because if we fucked, there's no way that I took it up the ass." Anthony said.

Steven shook his head. "My head hurts like hell, though. Does your ass hurt?"

"Nah. My ass is feeling fine."

"Well," Steven said thoughtfully, " it looks like we didn't fuck then. Congratulations?"

"I guess."

The room was silent, Anthony unsure of what to say. Was that a good thing? It wasn't bad, in a way, but at the same time it wasn't good. Did his mom know he went out last night?

Anthony silently prayed he made up a good excuse before he got home.

"So... Where's your mom? You would think she noticed two gay drunks coming home in the middle of the night, right?" He was genuinely curious. Steven's mom was always in and out of the house, and surely she would've gotten after them by now...

"I don't know. It's-" Steven cuts himself off, eyes widening with some kind of realization. "Oh yeah, she's out of town for the next few days. Her friend's getting married, and she's one of the bridesmaids."

"Oh.  So she's off partying on her own?"

Steven gave a smile. "Probably."

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"You're sure your ass doesn't hurt? I mean... I'm pretty good in bed, and I hate to break it to you, buddy, but you're a bit on the fragile side of things. I'm just saying, it's okay to admit you got your ass pounded by me. I'd be embarrassed too if I got fucked by me."

Steven sighed softly. "I'm positive we didn't fuck, Chilly. But I'm pretty sure we made out a bit."

"Just a little bit? What makes you so sure of that?" Anthony raised an eyebrow, looking down at his little buddy curiously.

Steven stood up, tilting his head to the side to reveal little marks all along his neck. "I'm like ninety percent sure these are hickies on my neck."

Anthony laughed nervously. "Well..." He didn't know what to say. How do you explain this?

"They should go away in a few days. They're not horrible. They're pretty small, I mean.  I will say, though... I thought you were a knight, not a vampire?"

Anthony gave him a look. "Wipe that stupid grin off your face, buddy.  You think you're cute, huh?"

Steven nodded his head, still grinning.

"Well," Anthony sighed," it looks like you're right."

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This one was a bitch to write because i kept forgetting where this is going. My bad.