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It was already noon when Chester woke up on the next day. He had slept pretty decently but got instantly worried about the other man. And then he noticed Mike had wrapped his hand around his waist and pressed his forehead to the crook of his neck. "Shit. This could get awkward", he thought trying to slowly slip from the touch so he wouldn't wake up the other man. "Too late", he thought when a grumpy groan escaped from Mike's lips. Chester knew it was the hangover talking.
"Good morning", he said not turning around. He waited for the other man realize where his hand was.
"Wow. Uhm.. Shit I'm sorry", Mike took his hand away from Chester's waist instantly feeling embarrassed and backing away. "That's even more awkward than the whole drunken episode", he thought.
"I don't mind. I just woke up. How are you feeling?", the blond asked rising to sit on the edge of the bed.
"Like shit. Which you probably guess already. My head is pounding", Mike sighed feeling even more embarrassed. He had made the other man worry about himself- again.
"But I am fine. Thanks to you", he continued quietly.
Chester glanced him over his shoulder. The half asian really did look bad.
"Don't mention it. I'm sorry I came in with the spare keys but you didn't answer your phone. And then your boss said you have gone to home already. So I thought maybe something had happened and decided to let myself in", he said. He was still unsure was that appropriate but at least the other man didn't bleed to death.
"You called my boss?", Mike raised his eyebrows lowering them instantly back. His head ache didn't agree with facial expressions.
"Sorry", Chester cringed.
"No I mean that must have been the furthest anyone has gone to make sure I'm fine", Mike mumbled.
"Oh.. Well that's what friends are for. But, now I want some coffee and maybe you need to take a shower and a painkiller", the blond winked his eye laughing at the poor man still laying in the bed.
"Okay okay...", Mike snorted laughing.
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Chester made some coffee for them but couldn't do anything for them to eat cause there was nothing to eat. Like literally nothing. Mike came then to downstairs hair still dripping wet and a towel hung low on his hips. Chester almost dropped his coffee mug. He hadn't even realized the man was so buff. "Stop that right there", he tried to guide his thoughts so somewhere else.
"How is the hand?", he asked after turning around to face the wall rather than staring at the half naked man.
"It's fine. Guess I won't be playing piano in some days", Mike sighed. He was feeling stupid and didn't want to blame the booze but it isn't like he did that usually sober either.
"You play piano too?", Chester smiled handing the the other coffee mug to Mike.
"Yeah", Mike returned the smile sipping the hot coffee. The blond was being really nice again even though he probably ruined his night.
"That's cool. Wish I could play piano too. We were actually trying to write some lyrics yesterday. I just got always stuck. Have this idea in my head but then I can't get it to paper", Chester rolled his eyes.
