Hey Sunshine

I'm Gonna Keep Poking You

HIS HEAD FUCKING HURT.

His head really fucking hurt.

Wylan fluttered his eyes open and squinted at the soft light filtering through the blinds. He frowned at them and buried himself under the blankets, moaning softly as a pounding feeling in his head registered.

And as luck would have it, it happened just when the stop sign injury had been fading.

Fuck.

Twisting around in his blankets, he tried diving further down into his bed and pulled a pillow over it, probably sounding similarly to a walrus at that point.

"Here, I have Aleve and water."

Wylan paused abruptly before a horrifying thought came to him. He peeked his head up from below the blankets to see Jesper with perfect hair and perfect eyes and no goddamn hangover staring at him with a perfect concerned expression.

Jesper, who had just witnessed him sound like aforementioned walrus.

It was too early for this bullshit,

Sinking his head back into the pillows with a loud moan, he tried balancing out the mortification and the throbbing in his head at the same time by badly ignoring Jesper. The other boy on the other hand, rather than leaving him alone, chose to nudge his blankets.

Poke. "Wylan." Poke. "Wylan, come on." Poke. Poke. Poke. "Wy, get out of the bed and drink some water." Poke. Poke. Poke. "Just have an Aleve and I will let you get back to sleep alright?" Poke. Poke. Poke. Poke. "If you don't stop I'm going to keep on poking you-"
Wylan hurtled upwards with ferocious speed before giving him a glare that would make Kaz proud. Jesper didn't look impressed though (he cursed Kaz - nobody could ever one-up his glares) and instead peeled curls off of his face and back into his general hair mass before handing him the glass of water and two pills.

"Come on," Jesper crooned, "it'll make you feel better."

Wylan made a face at his voice that definitely didn't make his head feel better (lies). He reluctantly took the water and pill before quickly drinking it down. Immediately afterwards he sunk his head back into his bed and refused to move, despite Jesper's nudging.

Finally, there was a pause. Wylan tried listening over the pounding of his own head but when he couldn't detect anything, he smiled inwardly and relaxed as best as he could.

"Merchling if you don't wake up I'm going to strip down to my boxers and climb right into that bed with you."

Fuck.

With record time, Wylan had gotten himself untangled with the blanket, managed to avoid Jesper entirely and was heading for the bathroom so fast he was pretty sure he resembled nothing but a red streak to the other boy. Diving for the locked door, he frowned as Jesper swiftly opened it immediately after (he needed desperately to get the locks on his doors checked) and casually leaned against the other wall, as if standing in the same room as Wylan brushing and all around looking like a disconcerted mess was alright.

It was not.

"What happened last night?" Wylan finally asked with some difficulty as he splashed water into his face and winced at the pounding in his head. "I didn't drink water before sleeping which is why I feel like hell. You?" He smeared toothpaste into his brush and rubbed it hard against his teeth, determined to get the disgusting remaining flavour out of his mouth.

Jesper (holy shit - did he blush???) made a face before running a hand through his hair awkwardly. "So I got drunk," he said after a pause. Wylan nodded, remembering that portion of the night. "I don't think you were drunk though right?"

Wylan nodded, spitting out some toothpaste while trying to make it look graceful. "High tolerance from my dad's parties." he explained. "I still get the hangover though. Which is unfair."
Jesper grinned at that and ignored Wylan's returning scowl, running a hand swiftly through Wylan's beyond messy bedhead. "I'm the exact opposite," he explained. "I can get really drunk and still stay perfectly without a hangover. Anyways, from what I remember there was a fire? And then we came back to your apartment and crashed because I woke up next to you."

Wylan choked on his toothpaste, spitting it out violently. Jesper rubbed a hand on his back, soothingly in small circles and he regained his breath. "What?" he asked.

"We both had clothes on," Jesper said assuredly. "We just happened to fall asleep together. Anyways, I made breakfast and saw the lovely painting you made last night - no idea how that survived the fire but it was too beautiful to burn - and so I propped it up in your living area."

Wylan gave Jesper a grateful nod, spitting out his toothpaste again. "Bleh," he said making a face. "And thanks, I really appreciate it."

Jesper smiled at Wylan, this time definitely blushing. "I did not mean to get drunk though," he said apologetically. "I am so sorry for completely ruining our first date."

"You kidding me?" Wylan asked laughing, packing away his toothbrush. "It was great. It was so much more interesting than any other first date I've ever been too, and honestly I loved spending time with Drunk Jesper." He gave Jesper a fond look. "It was fun. Don't worry about it."

"I still feel terrible," Jesper said. Before Wylan could give him any more reassurances though, he spoke again. "And that's why I'm going to be your Plus one at the mafia wedding to make up for it."

Wylan choked again.

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a/n: i apologize for this coming out so late! it's also super short, so this is going to be a double update! 

thanks for reading,

mercy