Change - (boyxboy)

Chapter 19 - You Reap What You Sow

"Good morning," a sleepy voice said next to Will the next morning.

Will groaned, cursing himself as that only made his headache worse. He cursed himself for all the alcohol he'd idiotically decided to drink last night as well, all causing his body to feel like it had been filled with lead while his head felt like monkeys were chattering away as they bashed on steel pipes with baseball bats.

This was the worst hangover of his life.

As he wallowed in his hungover nightmare, it took Will a moment to realise that there was someone else in the bed with him. In a bed Will knew for sure wasn't his, since the silk was caressing his alarmingly naked body. Will slowly turned his head to the person next to him, keeping his eyes shut as he knew he'd be dizzy if he kept them open. He hesitated for a moment, worried about who this was going to be, before opening one eye to get a quick peek.

"Mornin'," the blonde from last night mumbled in a deep voice thick with sleep, looking at Will with half-open eyes. His bed hair was all over the place and he had a pleased smile on his face. Will found it kind of sexy.

"I-uh, yeah, morning," Will muttered in return, feeling very confused as to how they got there. That shouldn't have been too surprising though, seeing as Will didn't remember much from the night before. "Did we, uh..." Will began to ask, noticing a pair of underwear on the ceiling fan above that he knew wasn't his.

"Yeah, we did," the blonde filled in, his pleased smile turning into a smirk at the thought of it. "And it was great. I had a fun time," he explained, moving slightly closer to Will as he reached over to trace a finger up Will's arm. "That trick with your tongue with heaven, you have to teach me."

Will's eyes grew wide at the suggestion, his cheeks reddening at the embarrassment he was feeling. "Maybe another time," he proposed, moving his arm away as he moved to get up. He flung the duvet off them both and sat on the edge of the bed, turning his head around to look at the blonde, explaining to him, "I have to be somewhere right now. Totally forgot."

It was a total excuse, both of them knew that, but Will just had to get away from this situation.

"Perfectly fine," the blonde smiled, not even motioning to cover himself up after Will exposed him when throwing off the duvet. "My number's in your phone, so you can come and get this whenever you'd like," he explained, raising an eyebrow suggestively when he realised that Will was looking at his junk. He moved a hand slowly down his body, inching towards his lower half, causing Will to gulp and look away.

"Sounds good to me," Will said, more out of courtesy than actually meaning it, as he shrugged on his clothes. Sure, the blonde was hot, like, really, really hot, but the embarrassment of this situation meant that Will never wanted to see him again. "Nice to meet you," he began to say, before remembering that he didn't know the blonde's name.

"Deakin," the blonde filled in, not even offended that Will didn't know his name. "Some other time then, Matt?"

"Sure," Will replied non-committally, pulling on his shoes as he hopped out the front door of the studio. As Will descended the stairs, he realised that Deakin had called him Matt, which meant that Will had given him a fake name, or Deakin didn't remember his name either.

Not that it mattered.

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It was only as Will was walking to the train station to head back home, did he remember that he had his phone. Through some sort of miracle, the thing still had 10% of battery left, but it was enough to let him look at his messages.

However, as he scrolled through the 200 odd messages from the previous night, he wished that the phone had gone flat so he didn't have to deal with the guilt he felt.