Smitty woke up in pain. His head felt like it was splitting in half, his stomach was growling but also a bit queasy, and when he sat up his backside burned like hell. He flopped back on the bed, cuddling with a fluffy white pillow. Then he realized that he didn't have white pillows, they were pastel blue, and this wasn't his bed, or his room, or his house. He was confused until the door opened to John in sweatpants and a baggy black sweater. He remembered now that he had went to Ohm's party, gotten drunk, almost fucked John in Ohm's bedroom, then went to John's house and actually fucked. Or got fucked. Anyway, now he was curled up in John's bed with John's pillows and blankets, and a tray of pancakes with milk and some headache medicine was set beside him. "Thanks." Smitty smiled and quickly swallowed the pills, sighing in relief when his headache decreased. John nodded and climbed into bed next to him, sitting down and pulling out his phone. Smitty ate slowly, constantly glancing at John to see how he felt about someone who was probably a one night stand still in his bed, eating breakfast. Smitty sat up more, setting the tray aside but still drinking the glass of milk. He wanted to talk to John but he didn't know what to say. It just felt awkward. At least he wasn't naked, he still had his boxers on and a giant sweater he assumed was John's was hanging on his shoulders and covering his upper body. "I like you, want to be my boyfriend?" Smitty's eyes widened in shock at John's out of the blue question. "What?" Smitty asked, baffled and caught off guard. "Nothing...Hey Jay, look at this," John turned his phone towards Smitty, and the milk he was drinking made him choke when he laughed.
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"What the fuck!?" Smitty laughed/garbled while John laughed and patted his back to help him. "Are you okay?" John managed to ask through his laughing and wheezing. Smitty giggled as he nodded. "Y-yeah but I think I'll stop drinking this." He set the milk aside. "There's more where that came from, want to look at some more weird shit?" Smitty knew John was rapidly changing the subject, but he wasn't letting him slip away. John didn't show it but he really hoped Smitty didn't think he was weird or that they only fucked because they were drunk. He really liked the other male and he wanted to spend time with him, and date him. Smitty didn't speak yet but he scooted closer and rested his head on John's broad shoulder so they could look at dumb shit together. "Okay, boyfriend." Smitty smirked, watching John's face turn red. John didn't mind the hair in his face, smiling with contentment and setting a hand on Smitty's thigh while the Canadian twisted their legs together and wrapped his arms around John's stomach. To both of them, this felt right. Smitty was glad he went to that party. He was so glad because he met his boyfriend.
