Album of the Broken Heart [mxm]

Chapter Eight

Ian woke with a headache the next morning, but he found comfort in the warm pillow under him. He opened his eyes to see his arm draped around a covered body. 

"Did I bring back a woman last night?" He asked himself.

The warm body below rolled over to reveal none other than Grady sleeping soundly in Ian's bed. Wtith him. Ian jumped back and pushed Grady off the bed with a loud thud.

"What the hell was that for?" Grady yelled from the floor.

"W-what did we do last night?" Ian asked panicking.

Grady peaked his head up from the side of the bed and crawled back up.

"Well we drunk at the party, you got ridiculously drunk, uh....stuff happened...I took you home and took off your shirt, cause ya know that's what you're supposed to do. I was then bear hugged and forced to sleep in your bed because you have one fucking death grip." he snorted.

Ian took time to process the events of the night in his head.

Oh god. Dad is going to kill me for looking stupid.

He rushed to the bathroom hiding his embarrassment from the younger man. He didn't want to look like a fool for something he couldn't remember.  A knock on the door called him back to reality.

"Hey, you wanna go out for coffee after you pick up Brooklyn? My treat?" Grady called from the other side.

Of course at a time like this Grady was trying to cheer him up. Ian unlocked the door and stepped out nodding at the shorter man.

"Great, now get your ass dressed and lets go. I'm starving."

"So what really happened?" Ian asked, hand on his coffee.

The duo sat at a table with a babbling Brooklyn at a cafe in town. It was rather busy and loud so nobody would hear their conversation.

"Do you really want to know? " Grady said worried.

To his luck Ian shook his head yes. Grady took a deep breath in and sighed.

"Well we got there, right, and you were being all angsty to your pops and brother. You managed to get a bottle of alcohol, a big one mind you and you got pretty buzzed. Some how I got dragged into drinking, but I stopped way before you did. We hung out at the Gazebo out back and that's when you..." Grady paused.

"What did I do?" Ian looked horrified.

"You kissed me."

"Oh, my - i'm so sorry I-" the memories of last night played in his head.

" No, no. Dude it's okay, you're not to bad of a kisser you know? It was a little sloppy from you being drunk and all. Maybe we can try round two when you're sober?" Grady winked.

"Wait, you swing that way?"

"You didn't know?  Oh Brook don't put that in your mouth!" he paused, stopping the girl from putting a rather sharp fork into her mouth and giving her a spoon, " I thought it was pretty obvious."

The two dropped in silence and awkwardly drank their coffee.

"I was really a good kisser?"

 Grady just smirked as he sipped his coffee.

AN: I would love some feedback on this story please! I may even take some suggestions you give me!