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bad morning

Groaning a bit, type was on something warm and hard but he didn't know what.
With his hand he, flexed his fingers to pinch a bit feeling flesh. His eye brows furrowed with confusion.
What the hell am i feeling? What am i on?
"Mmmm.....don't.....that.....hurts."
Hearing tharns voice, type automatically opened his eyes too blink rapidly. Peering them up, he saw tharns eyes opened to blink rapidly to then look to type.
He leaned up a bit confused in there close embrace.
His mouth fell open.
The Two were frozen, starring at each other, filled with confusion.
Types eyes then wondered around to see there clothes to the ground in disarray everywhere.
Gulping, tharn sat up a bit too do the same.
Has types mind started to work he pulled his arm off tharns mid section roughly to push a bit, tharn then sat all the way up looking to type with confusion.
They then placed there hands to there heads rubbing a bit, they were very hung over.
Peering his eyes down, type could tell he was undressed, looking to the side his eyes widen when he saw tharn undressed has well.
The two looked each other over in dis believe.
Type then started to chuckle uncontrollably.
"This.....this....can't.....be....uuuum....we...we're...drinking....probably got hot and um..."
Tharn looked to type who leaned a bit, head in his hands shaking a bit.
"This.....is.....not....what it looks like.....um......just got hot....."
Type turned his head to look tharn up and down. His eyes darted.
"Mmm.....yea......we....probably just got hot....."
Tharn turned his head to look at the wall.
It was plausible.
Type then leaned forward a bit too look to the side his eyes opened wide.
By the trash was a used condom, it was filled with cum.
Taking the cover a bit up, type looked to see he was completely naked with no boxers and dried cum on his mid section.
Instantly he placed it back down to move his eyes rapidly back and forth.
Getting up quick, he fell down. He's legs were not working, also his lower hurt quite a bit.
"Mmm" he winced.
Seeing his boxers he grabbed them immediately to place them on, to grab his other clothes to step has quickly has he could to the bathroom to slam and lock the door.
Tharn however, sat to the bed, hand still on his forhead to rub. He was frozen, locked into place trying to make sense of this.
What the hell happened last night?
We were drinking.....and drinking.....and drinking....
Looking to the side his eyes widen to see the used condom.
"We......we.....didn't......hhhow! That is not possible!"
Tharn then got up a bit sick to placed on his boxers and sweatpants to exam the condom.
He could see the cum clearly in it.
Tharn straightened up to place his hand to his head in dis believe.
"No no no no no! No no no! Fuck no! We did not! I did not fuck a guy! I'm not gay! I.did not.... Sleep....with Type...i.....i"
Then he turned to see type come out, head hung, fully dressed.
"Um.....i.....don't think.....we should.....see each other....for awhile....this....whatever happen.....didn't."
Tharn breathed heavily.
"Nothing happened!"
Type nodded.
"Right. Nothing did. Good bye!."
Moving has quick has he could, type left to call himself a taxi to go home.
Tharn turned his head to his bed to continue to breathe heavily.
Even though he was hung over, he grabbed the covers off to throw them to the large garbage to the side of his place.
Inside, he took off his clothes to go straight into the shower that was extermly hot to scrub himself raw.
After he parted to grab the clothes from the night before to throw them away also.
With a bag around his hand, he picked up the condom to throw it in the trash.
Washing his hands he went to stand before his bed to shake his head.
"What.....the.....fucking.....hell!"
To types place
He was submerged in his bathtub, shaking his head.
"We didn't......couldn't have!"
Types eyes darted rapidly.
"Why....would we?"
Type signed heavily to place his hands to his eyes to rub them.
"God fucking damn it! Did we have sex! But.....how! He's straight.....this makes no sense."
Type groaned in the bathtub. This was alluding him.
Has a week went by they told anyone who asked, that they were in a fight, that was why they didn't see each other.
The two avoided one another like the plague.
They both couldn't believe they slept with each other. They both also couldn't remember it.
By the 2nd week, going to his parents, they started to ask where was type and what was going on.
Tharn had to lie that they were in a fake fight.
Peering his eyes up, he saw his parents look to another with smiles.
They knew this had to be fake.
Rolling his eyes, tharn had to fake get back together with him, even though he truly didn't want to.
By Monday, type was in his office keeping busy, trying hard not to think of what happened 2 weeks ago.
Peering his eyes up, they widen.
Tharn came in with a big bouquet of flowers.
Having a see through office, all the co workers saw.
Type stood to eye tharn with confusion.
"What are you doing?" He hissed quietly.
Tharn motioned to type to take it.
His eyes went up and down.
"I'm.....fake apologizing for our fake fight. Take the god damn flowers type!" Tharn said through gritted teeth with a fake smile.
Sighing he took them to eye the co workers watching.
"You and i....are still not going to sleep over at each other's places for awhile. Also, let us put behind whatever happened. We....we're drunk.....it never happened....okay?"
Type nodded then his eye brow furrowed confused why he felt a bit mad to that.
Shrugging, he bent over to put his arm around his back For them to hug, he then went to his ear.
"Yes....never ever happened. You and i are Also not allowed to drink together."
Then a smirked crossed types lips.
"So.....did you enjoy yourself being with a guy straight boy?"
Tharn gritted his teeth to bring up his hand to grip types back. He winced leaning his head back. The two looked to one another.
"Don't! Push it!"
Types eyes darted has they both let go of each other.
Type cleared his throat to look about, the co workers then went back to what they were doing. Tharn turned to stop in the door way.
"Mmm type?"
He peered up placing the flowers to the desk.
Tharn turned to smirk ruthfully.
"Wasn't memorable. Guess fucking you was not good enough to remember."
Turning he left.
Types face puckered and he sat down. Looking around, he threw the bouquet inside the trash.
"Asshole!"