One Shots

definitely

prompt: "faces smooshed next to each other"
Hardzello motherfuckers, enjoy!

I wake up with my face smashed against someone else's. Where the fuck am I? And who the fuck is this? Thank god it's still dark in this room, or my hangover would be so much worse. I guess that's what happens when it's still nighttime. I can't even remember what happened last night, but I hope it wasn't too rash. I look down, and though I have stripped down to my underwear, they're still on, so I figure it's fine. Even wasted me is still worried about my first time, I guess. I don't even bother moving my face away from the person beside me, much too tired to even see what they look like. I'll find more out when I wake up again.

It must have been at least a few more hours since I woke up last because there is some light shining into the room I'm in through the dark curtains. It's just light enough to get a better understanding of where I am and who I'm with, so I take a look around even though my headache seems to throb with every movement I make. Once I've lifted myself up, I look down to my human pillow. What the fuck? It's a dude. I thought I liked girls. I do like girls. What am I doing here? The man below me doesn't seem to wake easy, and he snores through me gazing at him for a long while. I end up getting up and trying to find a bathroom.
I go through the only door I can find and it opens into a really nice bathroom, which is very convenient. I head to the toilet and opt to sit down to pee in fear of bad aim and because I don't want to keep standing up.
Once I'm finished I splash my face with some cold water, find and take some aspirin in the cupboard, (I figure he won't miss a couple) and make my way back to where I was. All I want to do is go back to the warmth of the figure beneath me and sleep this hangover off. Unfortunately, I have no idea where I am, who this is or why I'm here. Instead of cuddling down next to the inviting body beneath me, I find a shirt and put it on, not too concerned if it's mine or not, and I wait for the boy to wake up so I can ask him a few questions.
I pick a book off one of the shelves and try to read it The Courage to Write, by Ralph Keyes. Seems interesting, but my attempts to read it are in vain. Once I figure out that I'm not going to be able to concentrate on words before the aspirin kicks in, I decide to just watch the bare chest of the other boy ride and fall as he slumbers. I wonder why we were on the floor, even if there are a shit ton of blankets, it surely would've been more comfortable on the bed.
It's only after I scan the entire room for that I realize there actually isn't one. Weird.
I've been up for over an hour now, judging by the clock above one of the bookshelves in here, and I'm getting ridiculously bored. I don't care about allowing person below me a beauty rest anymore, so I decide to actually wake him up.
I'm not mean about it, but it does take some extra work to actually get him to wake up fully. When I ask if he remembers what happened last night, this is what he tells me from under the blankets:

"I was walking down the street and decided to pop into one of the bars on the side of the road. I can't remember what it's name was, but I suppose it's not that important. I've never been good with names, geographically or for a person, so it makes sense, too. Anyway, I went inside and I was having myself a couple drinks, nothing too wild. In fact, I didn't even get tipsy, so I know for a fact that my story's straight. So here I am at the bar, minding my own business, it's probably 10:30ish, and this lady sits down next to me. Not a big deal. But this lady was a weird one, let me tell you. She asked me if we could head back to my place and fuck or whatever, real casual, I know, but I told her I didn't really want to and that 'tonight was a night for me' or some other bullshit, but she didn't buy it. She was very persistent and she wouldn't stop asking me to take her home with me and she was making inappropriate comments about a lot of things. I was already very uncomfortable, as you can probably imagine, but nobody else in the place seemed to notice, so I tried to be polite and move away from her. That, however is when things escalated a little bit more, though, because she started... touching me?"
It was clear to me that he was still very upset by it, and to see him like that, even if I didn't really know him, made my mood dampen. He continued on, saying that,
"I was very very uncomfortable and unhappy and just felt bad in general, so I told her I was gay, thinking that that might lessen her interest in me. And I guess it did work, but not quite in the way I wanted to. She immediately recoiled and began yelling at me. She called be a fag, a bitch, dumb, wrong, and a lot of other things and began a big scene, from what I gathered. It wasn't long before someone was standing up for me though, and I'm very grateful for it, even though they were pretty drunk. The person practically dragged the woman away from me and to outside the bar, and then came back in to check on me. That person was you. I must've been real shaken up, because the next thing I remember is that we were standing outside waiting for a cab.
"Soon enough, we got one and you asked me to tell the taxi driver where I lived, and you even paid for the ride, despite my insisting that I should do it myself.
"Anyway, we got to my house and you were just gonna hop back in the cab, but I, um... I wanted you to stay with me, I think because I was still a little frightened from the whole extravaganza at the bar, and you trusted me and I trusted you and we fell asleep and now here we are.
"Are you ok? You probably have a killer headache. Can I get you some ibuprofen or an aspirin or anything?"
This is all a lot for me to take in, so I focus on the last question he asked me for some clarity.
"I actually already took a couple before you woke up. I found your bathroom, I hope you don't mind."
"No it's all fine, all good."
There's a lull in our conversation, and I hope it isn't too awkward when I ask,
"What's your name?"
He doesn't seem to take it the wrong way, thank god, and chuckles before answering me. "It's Ben. If I remember correctly from last night, then yours is Joe, am I right?"
"Yup that's me"
There's another long pause, and he looks distant.
"Have I done something wrong?" I question, unsure if I overstepped a boundary, or said something that made him feel bad or uncomfortable. As soon as I ask, though, he comes back to reality.
"Oh, no. Nothing wrong. It's just weird to see someone else in my clothes. It's been a while."
I forgot that earlier I put on whatever I found, and glancing down, I realize that the only thing of mine that I'm wearing is, well, my underwear.
Yikes.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I just, um, threw some shirt on. I actually forgot I was wearing it. I can take it off if you want, I mean, I'm sure I'll be able to find-" He interrupts me in my flustered state, a smile on his face.
"It's not a big deal at all, I promise. It was just... odd, I guess."
"Okay", I reply, still unsure if I should change anyway. I don't even mean to, but before I can even think about if I should say it or not, I ask, "Are you gay?"
He looks startled, confused, and then amused. Finally, after letting me panic a little while, he replies, "I'm not really sure if I'm 'all the way gay', but I definitely like guys, if that's what you mean. Are you?"
"I thought I was, but now, waking up next to you in this state, I haven't the slightest. I definitely was surprised waking up next to you. Next to a man, but I, um... I don't know. This is gonna sound weird, but when I was awake, before you were, I was watching you sleep -like I said weird- and I, um I... liked what I saw? This is probably going to sound even weirder, but here we go. I was watching your chest rise and fall, and there was something about it that was very beautiful. It could've been the repetition or the tranquility, I don't know, but it was mesmerizing. And not just that. The way that you were leaning back, your ribs were sticking out more than usual, and the way your skin was pressing against them was just... really pretty? And when you would breathe, the skin would shift over top of it, and it was like watching water cascade down a waterfall. This all sounds so dramatic, but it's true. And, this is still kinda creepy so I'm sorry, as my eyes were traveling down your body, I couldn't help but notice the hair below your belly button, leading down and then disappearing behind the waistband of your boxers. I'm sorry."
By now, we were both blushing furiously from my confession and looking down at our hands, each of us too embarrassed to start the conversation up again. In fact, neither of us did until he came over and hugged me, his chest still bare and his cheeks still red, but adorned with a smile.
"It's okay. It's all okay. Now, I'm no expert, but from what you just told me it seems like you do like guys. If you want, you could kiss me and find out"
He jokes, a smirk across his face. I don't know what it is about him. Maybe it's the how the light from his window is reflecting off of his bright blue irises, or the way his skin seems to glow in the golden hour of the morning, but I lean in to his lips and his inviting embrace in response to his offer.
As our lips touch, soft but steady, I feel him smiling into the kiss and I hope his eyes are closed like mine. Trying so savor the moment and keep it in my memory for as long as I can, I shut my eyes tight, hoping that the loss of sight might enhance my other senses, just like I read in a book somewhere. I focus on how our lips move together, rough but not forced, and then soft and longing for more. I focus on how I can feel my slightly chapped lips sliding along his smoother ones. I focus on the cologne hanging in the air from the night before, slowly floating away as winds shift it along. I focus on his uneven breaths, shaky and hot. I focus on how his hand feels on my face, barely even touching the skin on my cheek, so delicate that a spider's web would be unharmed, unmarked. I focus on his other hand, much rougher, reaching up beneath my shirt. He grips the skin right above my waistband, pulling me in, closer to him. Just where I want to be.
Holy hell
I'm definitely going to hell.
He pulls away first, but only far enough away so that our eyes can focus on rosy cheeks and heaving chests, full of each other's breath. He speaks first, too,
"Yeah, you definitely like guys."

A/N:
I know, I'm the shittiest person in the world for not posting for over a month, but hopefully this makes up for it??? I think it ends better than it starts, so that a good sign.  I feel like a rat fat on poison. I hope you all have a wonderful time doing whatever you're doing after reading this.