Last Night:An EarnPete Fanfic

3.The Morning After

A/N

Sorry! This chapter doesn't contain their sexy time. 😁I am still trying to get in touch with my smutt writing self. 😅I don't want it to be half baked so please bear with me. 🙏

Pete

My head hurt like hell and my lower backside was throbbing on a level I could not explain how. My whole body was definitely killing me.

I opened my eyes slowly, afraid that my head would burst the moment I see the light. I had no idea what the time was. I finally pried my eyes open. I was greeted by an unfamiliar surrounding. Of course. I wasn't at home. At least, that I knew.

I looked around. The room was a mess. Specifically the bed. Arggh! Memories of last night flooded out unsolicitedly. I had sex. And based on the protest of my backside in my every sudden movement, it was definitely not my conventional sex set up.

I stared at nothing in particular. I was trying to process everything that had happened in the past hours. I was cheated on by my then boyfriend because I refused to bottom. But then, I woke up in bed the following day, with a sore ass. Obviously, I let the hazy guy topped me in two rounds or so. Really, I lost count by the time he took me in the balcony. Jesus! We could have fallen. That would be the dumbest way to die. Although there are far worst ways.

Back to the issue at hand. This wouldn't be considered as cheating tho because I had been free of Trek when I hastily offered the hazy guy my backside during my drunkard glory.

Speaking of the guy, he was nowhere in sight. I suddenly felt nervous, what if the guy took all my belongings? I had never done anything like this with a stranger before. Although I am the hook up kind of guy back then, but at least I see to it that all of my hook ups were someone I know by name at least. Now, this one's such a novelty.

I looked around the room, still in bed. There on the closed by sofa, I saw my wallet and my car keys on the floor near it. My clothes were folded, although unceremoniously on the chair next to the table. I shook my head in relief. At least hazy guy wasn't a conman.

I contemplated getting up still minding the pain I felt all over my body. I couldn't distinguish which was which. Arghh! I would never drink and love again! Or even drink and have sex and bottom again! This will be a lot of lasts for me.

I wrapped the mattress on my hip and got up crouchingly. I can't remember how the hazy guy packed, but if I'd listened to my sore ass, the guy definitely proved true to what they said about guys with big hands.

I didn't get the guy's name and couldn't even clearly remember how he looked like. Now I'm not sure if he was good looking, but he definitely was a good fvck! I guess that night of impulsive promiscuity had paid off then.

I was heading to the bathroom to clean my self when I stopped on my track, squinted my eyes and held both temples. Fvcking tequila! I slowly sat down back to the bed to relax my head when I noticed a glass of water and two pills of what seemed to be painkillers on the bed side table. Beside it was a note. I took the note and read it.

Bud,

Last night was awesome. I'd love to do it again but I have a class to catch so I have to take off. Here's my number tho. Call me. xxxxxxxx

P.S. Drink this. It will help with the pain. All of them.

Call me to get my name. 😉

I didn't know how to react so I took the pills and drank it instead. I finished the whole glass after I noticed the used rubbers on the floor. I tried counting them. There were at least 7 that I saw. I definitely let a beast top me. I took the note and after a while I crumpled it. There's no way I would met the hazy guy again. It was a good hook up maybe even the best. But that was it, a hook up. Besides, I still have a heart to heal. And an ass too.