Lights! Camera!....Love! [Complete]

10

"What are you doing?"

The soft voice ringing in my ears like a blaring alarm when my eyes snapped open to find deep brown ones staring straight into mine, my lips still puckered barely an inch away from his.

I straightened up with a jerk like an electric shock had just run down my spine. My mouth instantly drying up while Kong still lay in front of me, eyes blinking repeatedly in confusion.

Fuck! Could he have chosen a worst time to wake up?

"I um....I uh.... I was... no I mean I wasn't...I was just..."

What to do? What to do?

Should I lie? But somehow that sounds like the scummiest thing ever? Should I tell the truth? But then that would mean I will have to accept it aloud to him and most importantly to me that there was some weird inexplicable attraction. But was having a heart to heart with a mostly drunk Kong really the best idea in the first place? My mind reeling with a thousand excuses as my mouth sputtered out garbled nonsense.

"Kong, I.. think I...no actually I'm not sure I'm thinking at all, but that's not important, what I'm trying to say it that... actually I'm not even sure what I'm trying to..."

"Arghh... can you stop being so noisy? I have a killer headache!"

He clutched his head groaning in pain as he shut his eyes tightly and struggled to sit up while rubbing his face slowly, his words very much still slurred.

"Whatever you ended up doing can I take care of it tomorrow please? Right now I would kill just for a glass of water."

"Oh, right, right. Let me get it for you."

I practically embodied Flash as I zoomed to the kitchen to bring him a gigantic glass of water.

Phew! I will totally make it up to Kong tomorrow for making his disastrous hangover my best friend for now but boy was that close. My heart still doing a wild tap dance in my chest as I cautiously walked back to his room. Kong perched against the headboard, his face clearly displaying how much his head was killing him. As long as he didn't ask me what I was doing again I would thank all the real and imaginary gods of the world. Atleast not until I had a chance to clear out my own head. Changing the subject, turning the table onto Kong seems like a brilliant strategy at the moment.

Placing the glass in his hand, for once I turned my accusatory glance his way. A chance I get very rarely by the way, which means I'm going to thoroughly milk it.

"Why exactly are you this drunk in the middle of the week anyway?"

To which he only shrugged. Shrugged!

And you know what that means? Nothing, that's what. It means literally nothing. What is raising your shoulder one inch supposed to tell me anyway? I swear, that reaction should absolutely be banned within normal human interaction.

"What's that supposed to even mean? You don't drink for ages and then one day you decide you want to bathe in alcohol?"

"Why are you being so loud in the middle of the night?"

His palm pressed against his forehead in clear agony. I couldn't help but sigh. As much as I am glad my dirty little secret isn't the focus of this conversation for now I still didn't want him to go through the trauma of a killer hangover. Sitting beside him I softly pushed his hand away as I took over massaging his head with my fingers, slipping them between his thick black strands as he let out a soft moan when I hit a particularly painful spot. Lowering my voice to a whisper I continued prodding.