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038

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t h i r d p e r s o n

daniel wakes up abruptly, his head pounding. all he remembers from the night before is that he got extremely drunk at a party.

his eyes still closed, he goes to rub his temples with his hand, but he can't. he has strong arms around him, wrapped tightly around his waist.

this causes the person to stir, waking up with a yawn. daniel hesitantly opens his eyes. he's greeted with the sight of a very familiar blonde; the blonde known as corbyn besson. daniel has a few classes with corbyn, and you could say that they're friends.

"oh my god, i'm so sorry corbyn," daniel says as the blonde opens his eyes.

"daniel, it's fine. we were drunk last night so whatever happened wasn't intentional," corbyn replies reassuringly.

daniel realises that he's naked soon, his eye's widening.

"corbyn, we're naked, and we're cuddling in the same bed. you don't think we..." daniel trails.

corbyn looks him in the eyes, a chuckle slipping past his lips. "umm, yeah, that happened. i remember some of it," corbyn says nervously.

daniel tries to sit up, but stops himself when a shooting pain travels up his back.

"shit, that hurt," daniel mumbles as he lays back down. "i guess i was bottom," he adds.

"do you want some advil for the hangover? i can go and get some if you want, mine isn't as bad as yours," corbyn says as he sits up.

"umm, if that's okay," daniel replies. corbyn nods, going to stand up but stopping.

"can you just look away for a second, please? we're kind of naked," corbyn giggles.

"oh, yeah. sorry," daniel says as he looks away.

corbyn slips on his boxers and joggers, searching for his shirt but unable to find it. he ends up just settling on going shirtless, hoping that daniel won't mind.

"you can look again," corbyn mumbles. as the brunette looks back he smiles, realising how nervous the blonde is.

"i hope you don't mind me not having a shirt on. i couldn't find it," corbyn says, rubbing the back of his neck.

"no, it's fine, honestly. i don't mind," daniel smiles. corbyn returns the smile, exiting the room after a moment of awkward silence.

once the blonde had left the room daniel quickly stands up to get his boxers. he slips them on and then climbs back into corbyn's bed.

he patiently awaits the advil, the pounding in his head growing unbearable.

corbyn soon walks back into the room, advil in one hand and a glass of water in the other.

he passes both to the brunette, who gladly takes them after sitting up comfortably against the other's headboard.

corbyn takes a seat besides daniel on his bed, also sitting up against the headboard.

daniel takes the advil and downs the water, placing the cup on corbyn's bedside table.

"so, what do you remember from last night?" daniel asks as he turns to look at corbyn.

"uhh, quite a lot actually. i was drunk, i definitely was, so i don't know why i can remember this much. but anyway, i remember that we bumped into each other at the party, and then we started dancing and grinding against each other. i guess you got turned on because you literally dragged me outside of the house and pushed me up against a wall."

corbyn pauses for a second, trying to remember clearly what daniel had said to him. corbyn's always been good with remembering things.

"you asked if we should go back to yours or mine, and we ended up going back to mine. once we got back here we ran straight up to my bedroom, and as soon as my door was closed our lips were together and i had you pushed up against it. i don't remember anything else that clearly, but i know that you begged me to be top even though you usually are. after it had happened you asked me to be your boyfriend too, and i said yes. we ended the night by cuddling and we fell asleep. that's all i remember. quite a lot really isn't it?"

daniel nods his head in agreement. "so... we're dating?" he asks.

"only if that's what you want, i mean, i don't mind what you say," corbyn says.

corbyn nervously plays with his fingers as he waits for daniel's reply. the brunette smiles softly as he looks at the blonde staring down at his lap. he places his thumb and index finger on corbyn's chin and pulls his face up to look at him.

"i'd love to date you, corbyn. but only if that's what you want," daniel says, his smile remaining on his face.

corbyn smiles too, staring deeply into daniel's eyes.

"oh and by the way, you'd love it if i was top, and i know you would," daniel smirks.

"prove it," corbyn says. a cheeky grin replaces his soft smile, not ever averting his stare away from daniel's eyes.

"you want me to prove it huh?" daniel says, dominance lacing his voice.

corbyn doesn't reply, he just moves to straddle daniel's lap. he grabs the brunette's hands and places them on his waist, resting his own on the sides of daniel's neck.

"prove it to me," corbyn says again, his grin turning into a smirk. daniel doesn't hesitate to smash his lips against corbyn's, completely forgetting the pain coursing throughout his body.

"you're going to enjoy this much more than you think you're going to, angel," daniel whispers against corbyn's lips. it sends shivers down corbyn's spine, and it only leaves him wanting more.

[ a/n ]

gonna end that there, sorry not sorry :')

-megan