Remedy [MxM]

Chapter 02: What (not) to do When You Wake up in a Stranger's House

This chapter was edited on 2/1/2016 and includes minor changes. Enjoy!

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The first thing I noticed, upon waking up, was a headache. That was expected, considering the amount of alcohol I'd apparently consumed without realizing it. What wasn't expected was that the bed I was on, wasn't mine. It was too plushy. And my back was very warm, and oh dear God that is an arm on my shoulder.

I opened one eye cautiously, looking at the surroundings. The room was clearly not mine. Everything was very, white. White walls, white sheets, white dresser against the wall. The only thing that looked out of place were a pair of dark blue boxer-briefs on the floor. Which, upon a second inspection, looked an awful lot like my boxer-briefs. Wait a second.

"What the hell?"

The person next to me jumped violently as I sat up, feeling my chest and looking under the covers to confirm what I already figured. Those were in fact my clothes strewn across the floor. A quick side glance told me that I was naked with a guy, which explained why I was very much not in my own bedroom. Whether or not he was also naked remained to be seen, since he had chosen to hide himself under the covers. Then again, I was pretty sure all the clothes on the floor were very much not mine. After all, I didn't remember wearing a button-up shirt last night. Fuck.

I looked to the guy again, who was still under the blanket and seemed determined not to move. I couldn't remember what his name was. If he'd even said it. So, first things first—how did I get into this stranger's apartment?

"So, can you tell me how I got here?"

There was a frustrated groan in response, and the guy poked his head out just far enough to show his eyes, which were surprisingly a nice hazel color. "You're straight, aren't you?" he asked quietly.

"Well. I thought so, but according to last night I have a drunk alternate personality."

Okay. No big deal. So I have some gay tendencies when drunk. It's normal, right? No need to worry about it. There was a loud sigh, and the other guy—who I suppose could always just be referred to as "The Bartender"—pulled the covers down enough to show his entire face, which, now that I was sober...still wasn't too bad, actually. He didn't say anything else though, and settled for watching me apprehensively. Clearly, a certain someone was not a morning person.

"So." I started, glancing around the room briefly before looking down at him again. "Do this often?" I questioned. The only response I got was a sharp glare, making me roll my eyes. I'd take that as a no, then.

We sat in silence for a few more minutes before there was the sound of a throat clearing, making me look back over at Mr. Bartender. "Plan on getting dressed today?" he asked.

"I don't know. Plan on getting out from under the covers?"

He rolled his head over the other way and I hummed, unable to keep myself from smiling a little. "You know, I vaguely remember you being more personable last night. Granted, I was drunk, but still." I told him. When I didn't get a reply, I laid back down, holding my upper body up on my elbow so I could look down at him. "What's your name?"

"One-night stand. You're not supposed to know it," he mumbled. At this point I had to roll my eyes, because the guy was impossible. I mean, we had sex, what, only a few hours ago? I'd never seen someone so uptight after sex.

"Fine, I'll start. I'm Arden, and you are?"

He paused, then turned to me, watching me for a minute before he seemed to accept that I wasn't going to leave the topic be. "It's Chris. Now will you get up and put your clothes on?"