To Love A Doctor [MxM]

I Can't Believe This Happened

Alright. So, I would put my HUGE apology here but I bet ya'll wanna get to the story, no? Well, here ya go! Enjoy ;)

Evergreen eyes stared at the unfamiliar white ceiling. The owner had been awake for almost ten minutes but his mind refused to make him leave the unfamiliar bed. Perhaps because of the familiar arm that was secured on his naked waist. Or it was the familiar scent that made him want to go back to sleep. But that wasn't it.

It was certainly because of the familiar person that was still deep in sleep beside him. And the fact he was naked. Not even a thread covered his body. And the memories of last night - he thought it started around morning until late night - kept on replaying in his mind, like a broken record.

Oh. My. God.

Unwanted tears brimmed in his eyes. Out of frustration, embarrassment and the thought of himself had been screwed like some whore. He even told him that he loved his cock! And maybe also because of the fact that he loved everything that had happened and he mentally kicked himself for not regretting another fact that he had lost his virginity to his mortal... enemy.

Allen fucking Phillips.

Cursing inwardly, Steven carefully held onto Allen's left arm on his waist, lifting it in slow motion in order not to wake him up. Once he got himself free from the brunette's arms, he put his legs down and had to bite his lips to suppress a hiss.

His lower body was hurting like fucking hell and it was his own fault to begin with!

... No, he shouldn't blame himself, Al- Phillips was supposed to have better control of the whole situation! It was his fault!

Clenching his eyes closed, he silently screamed as he got onto his feet. Steven breathed heavily, a hand on his lower stomach as he eyed the floor. He went to slowly grab his pants, only to get another wave of shock to see his pants already torn into half.

Damn.

He mentally cursed, fishing out his keys and wallet from the pockets, and automatically deciding to take Allen's pants that lie beside his. He put his clothes on, leaving the buttons of his shirt undone before he disappeared behind the door. The sound of door being opened was almost inaudible to be heard but Allen did, nevertheless.

The brunette opened his eyes slightly, letting out a small sigh as he grabbed on the pillow that Steven just used, burying his face into it. He had been awake at the time Steven was staring at nothing but decided to just play dead to the world.

What was the use of holding him back anyway?

Only awkwardness and pain were promised.

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Steven paid the taxi, murmuring a 'thank you' before he turned to face his house.

It was 4:30 AM and he was quite surprised to see the lights in the living room were still on. Biting his lips to withhold his pain, he took his steps towards the door. He was about to unlock it when it was swung open, revealing his mirror image standing in front of him. Tyler looked like he just came back from hell.

His eyes were red from lack of sleep, composure almost slumped out of worry and his face looked paler than usual.

The last time he appeared like this, Steven had taken the wrong train alone during their kindergarten trip, which sent him from Italy straight to France. Three hours trip and he thought his father built the Eiffel Tower.

Ugh.

"... Hi?" Steven meekly raised a hand and he inwardly winced when Tyler twisted the doorknob in his hand hard out of anger, causing a loud 'crack' to be heard. His younger brother's eyes were filled with anger as he glared at his brother.